Letter from God

Stephen, 

Knock it off! 

I haven’t forsaken you. I’m always there. 

A little busy, but always there. 

Perhaps I can note here that you don’t always seem to have a lot of time to connect with me. 

Sure, our connection is a little bit iffy. Given that when you try to connect with me, you’re essentially trying to communicate with everyone and everything living – who by the way seem to have lives just as busy as yours – of course there’s going to be a little static on the line. 

I might add that you seem rather hung up on concrete communications. The spoken word – as in soundwaves – or the writing…on the wall. That’s fine, but if you’re going to insist on those forms of communication, and those ones only, then you’re limiting the channels we might use to connect. Kinda like waiting for a message from someone in the letter box or the answering machine. 

Let me explain a bit more… You gotta put out a bit more energy than that. Give me a holler. Don’t be shy, come say ‘hi.’ 

And don’t give a holler and just turn and walk away. You gotta listen actively. Monitor multiple channels, holler down all of them – and listen carefully. 

I’m out there. Yeah, I know, I can hear you say: ‘You can say that again.’ Cute. Bear in mind that your message ain’t just going around the corner, or even across the world. It’s going across dimensions. 

You see (actually, you probably don’t, but you get the gist), you have this image of me as some guy. For starters, I don’t have a gender. I don’t need one. There is only one of me, and I’m not reproducing. 

Yeah, yeah, I can hear you: ‘Created man in his own image.’ You are not just like me, you are me. I really am created within you. I am your image of me – although not an old guy with white flowing robes and nor am I Aslan the lion. So knock it off. 

I am the essence of you. You and everyone else. And everyone is / are through me. Maybe think of me as the life force. That spark that cannot be seen that drives all living creatures.  

Everytime you see a living creature, you see me. Hey, and get this, you know those days you can’t even pull your ass out of bed? When you finally do and you look in the mirror, guess what? You see me. Yeah, I have good days and bad days too.

Communication is a two-way street. I have bad days too. Just don’t put up a roadblock. 

See ya round. 

G.x