Each being is a celestial project of the Creative Mystery. And as a project, it is the projection of that Mystery. And as such, Creation provides it with coordinates, orientations, means, resources, possibilities... so that the being bears testimony to its origin and, to that extent, its living is in line with its presence... and the necessity that was mysteriously generated so that the being –this one, that one and the other- could be.
We could say that, with so many options -although the causal coordinates are as priority-... we could say that -I insist- that the being behaves, shows itself to all this as "privileged", feels in its "free will" and in its coordinates of “wanting” –I want this, I want that; I don't want this, I don't want the other-... as a consequence of this, the coordinates of its celestial project -which is- look shaky, are easily forgotten, are considered... "Well!"; do not achieve the presence of priority, but rather are considered as “just another option.”
And so it is that we contemplate a species that is upset, confused, feisty...; with inexhaustible desires.
Actually, in an… amplified way, the being of humanity “does not respect the species of life”.
And that position makes living a continuous epic, and every causality and every unforeseen event, every unexpected and every moment, is reviewed, counted, censored, evaluated...
And the attitude of rejection is there, always latent. And, with it, the retreat and stillness.
And a few, at the expense of a majority, enter into a texture of progress and... projects and ideas...: “power desires.” And the vast majority is situated in a conscious mental sedentary lifestyle, in which they reward and punish themselves.
It turns out that its origin is… unmentionable, and its practice is deplorable.
And this, this Prayerful Call, is not any judgment or any... No. It is a simple inspection... without depth.
The Prayer Call does not judge us. It guides us. It gives us those coordinates. It warns us about our dispositions, our attitudes, so that we can redirect our decisions.
Without desires. With loves. With those who are unconditional.
And it happens that each being recognizes the call of its vocation...; recognizes the coordinates of its fantasies, illusions...; the idealisms that are promoted as references, which are undoubtedly linked to those coordinates: to those celestial coordinates that guide us.
The life species is an idealistic species, in which the most incredible bio diversities are found... and in which the being of humanity occupies an... amplified role.
And under that “lack of respect” it acts on the life species, disturbing, perturbing...
And idealisms, vocations, remain in slightly suspense, suspended, without taking off!... when they are called upon to act, to gather with joy!... the movements of Providence.
Well, precisely... the opposite is done.
It relativizes propositions and subjects them to “we'll see”, “perhaps”, “maybe”, “it's possible”...
That lax commitment of... of indolence! –that’s the word-.
Gruyere cheese has numerous holes; if we float it, it would sink.
Human being has an infinite number of pores, but they know how to be airtight, compact and secured. If we make it float, it floats. But... if it wants control of the water, if it wants to take over the flora and fauna, it fills itself with holes and sinks.
Its design is flying, due to ideals and vocations; and at the same time, it is sustaining, due to the precision of its constitution, which makes doing possible... based on that knowledge that is allowed to be discovered.
The Prayer Call is filled with goodness. It becomes merciful. It becomes soothing and comforting.
And thus, the being of humanity stops decomposing in its desire for power, and ceases attacking itself in its special prominence.
Mercy -among that merciful goodness- gravitates in prayerful words like the balm that cares for our feet, that caresses our footsteps, that corrects with stealth and sweetness... our ravings.
That mercy leads us to the luminous, to the illuminating, to enlightening, to the conjugated, to the shared, to the supportive.
And so, the being enters into the harmony of welcoming itself and welcome those it encounters, who have been designed for it –those it encounters-.
And it is there, in that mercy, when the being has to respond with its best, assuming, sharing, collaborating...; discovering the rewarding magic of service.
And just as Creation serves us in unfathomable proportions, at least let the being serve in mini-proportions. Let it enter into that “essential and necessary”, but with enthusiasm! Not with caution, with reluctance, with distrust, with fear.
Everything seems to indicate that transits are coming in which you have to change lanes, take another vehicle... To be in that transit. Don't lose contact.
We are permanently in transit, and arriving.
In addition to pushing us, Creation seduces us with a whole array of possibilities.
The Prayer one cannot remain closed, cloistered in the joy of its taste or its tendency. That soon runs out... and is reduced to an acid that corrodes, to a creation of consciences that find their passion, their wisdom, their critical consciousness in complaint.
The being tends, due to its developed ego-idolatry, to interpret the signs of Creation as an obligation, as a punishment, as an imposition. And it turns out that they are signs of love... expressed in that mercy, in that kindness and in that compassion. Which is not difficult to discover, since we are continually given possibilities -small, medium, large-... to convert, to transform, to review, to declare ourselves.
It is time to transcend the daily, fearful, trembling, distrustful way of proceeding.
It's time to venture into... disposition, in that creative and solvent attitude.
May each being become solvent in its vocation and its idealism... so that it may gather itself in the coordinates of Creation. So it may bears testimony of life species.