In the midst of so much disagreement, so much conscious of error... it is possible to perpetuate oneself in it: in errors, in dramas and tragedies.
Special sensitivity to it, perhaps due to the fragility shown by hedonism and arrogance: that, despite their power, they fear losing their arrogance.
And meanwhile!... and meanwhile, the sun rises...
And meanwhile, the swell of the sea settles...
And meanwhile, seemingly stable but infinitely dynamic, the Universe presents itself to us as our supporting mystery.
It seems at times that our presence doesn't matter. It seems as a random, mysterious imposition –of course-... with a great component of consciousness of not being our residence, this place in the Universe.
We are strangers when we fight for the land, for the harvest, for command, for dominance, for achievement... while other living manifestations adjust, adapt to the seasons, to the ices, to the cold... and, although they apparently suffer, in many-many-many-cases they do so due to our intervention.
The anthill organises itself. The hive balances itself. The migrations of birds and marine life organize themselves.
It is worth asking: Is there... is there a place, a trajectory or space that is our own... –not as property, but as habitat- that is appropriate to our nature as humanity? No!
Yes. And the prompt answer of "no" is because we have occupied, we have conquered any space, without caring if it belonged –not as a possession but as an experience- to other beings.
It could be said that, throughout our passage, we have conquered and dominated, but we have not tried –except for occasional moments, more out of propaganda than evidence- we have not tried to share, coexist, get along. And it was inevitable that this should not be done, since we occupied everything!... And we "needed" –in quotes- everything! There was no solidary approach among the living!
Perhaps now, being aware of this dramatic confrontation between the living that remains and continues "despite of", and the war declared on our own species and on all others, makes us consider –consider!- lukewarmly!... other attitudes.
The Praying Sense warns us that, coincidentally-causally; our position in this place in the Universe is intermediation, complaisant adaptation, it is the symbiosis with the environment!
And in fact, when "occasionally" war, conquest, power and violence are abandoned, it seems that we are others and... and smile reappears. Fear is diluted and... sharing becomes joy.
It may be –yes-, it may be impossible for the consciousness of humanity to modify its patterns of domination, productivity, profit, income and benefit...
But the Prayerful Sense calls us to modify our position, from each one of us. And to propose and prepare ourselves for a non-combat adaptation, contributing our help, our collaboration, and gathering –without a doubt!- "thousand per one”, of what this harvest offers us, this germination, this available attitude... to the whole environment.
And between us –as a species- is it possible a vote of confidence, of mutual trust... as a convivial attitude, renouncing our possessive, maniacal and behavioural manias?
Whatever our presence may be –evolutionary..., creational...- the fact is that the circumstances are given, were given, for our species to be and, so to speak, "mysteriously" adopt the role of dominance and power.
Under the Prayerful Call –we insist: whatever theory we hold about our presence- our design from the Prayerful point of view is... the paradisiacal.
Yes, it may seem extravagant in the face of what we live, what we experience, but is there anything more extravagant than the Universe? Anything more unknown, anything more unpredictable...?
It may not be the right word, "extravagant", but extraordinarily unpredictable and unexpected, yes.
Is it possible... –the Praying Call insists- is it possible to conceive the paradisiacal idea? Understanding by it, to tune in with all living things. To "tune in". And to be able to participate in that symphony of colour, odour, taste, sound... without being out of key! –as it happens nowadays-. And let a new, different, melody sound, but... synchronised, attractive, novel.
And the Prayerful Call insists that this is not about "being happy"... and "achieving happiness"... No. No. It is about modifying our patterns, to place ourselves in the paradisiacal frequency. That goes beyond the achievement of peace, of happiness, of... "of"; for that would be an achievement and an acquisition. Instead, in paradisiacal consciousness it is not an achievement and a possession... of hard and self-sacrificing work. No! It is about... to realise, to assume, within the Creator Mystery, that our true position –without impositions- is the paradisiacal.
We are not a design of suffering, pain, disease, tragedy, drama!
On the one hand, we show ourselves to be strong and capable, but out-dated and suffering. Our design, that borders... –or without bordering- on perfection, does not indicate to us that we are stronger and more capable! It tells us that we are paradisiacal beings.
When we adopt the warlike and violent models of possession, we only produce pain!... It doesn't seem that our design is very conducive to such matters.
Rather, we discover a Universe with an astonishing impeccability.
Perhaps –"perhaps"- that is why the being, without being aware of this astonishing flawlessness, assumes its nature as the most powerful.
And probably due to this attitude, we blame ourselves; we confront everything that does not correspond to our personal "need". And rather, if we assumed our impeccable nature as something paradisiacal, there would be no need for this perpetual combat.
Perhaps... for a moment, when the soul sighs, we find ourselves in that position... of shelter, of pleasure, of surrender and of unsurpassed well-being...
Sighs of the soul...
Listening to this Prayerful Call, we can become conscious of those sighs of the soul that pick us up and transport us to that paradisiacal living...
In which to feel life is... to feel the stars.
In which to feel life is... to innovate permanently.
In which to feel life is... a permanent novelty, full of discoveries, of amazements, of joyful reasons!
And so –for example- how different it would be to see a sufferer under the vision of terminal, chronic and... a result of pity, than to seeing it under a paradisiacal, enabling, capable Universe!
Seeing that sufferer, with impeccable perception... sighingly paradisiacal.
If Our Help is the Name of the Eternal, of the Creative Mystery, in it there is only room for permanent Perfection, astonishing Creation... and in tune with it, believing and getting creative with ourselves.