From: Scott Kenan
Subject: Not such a giant step beyond what we faced daily while growing up
Date: April 16, 2010 8:47:51 AM EDT
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A headline (without its story) makes the point:
Police: Man tortured 4-year-old to death for wetting his pants
By Jason Kessler, CNN
April 15, 2010 10:20 p.m. EDT
Not easy to accept that this is not such a big step from what we knew. To be free, we must face this.
But there is beauty in it too. Had this not been the case, we'd never have toughened up enough to face these end times. Just step up in consciousness a moment and know that Mom and Dad were like they were to serve us, as all parents must serve their children, and at other times, vice versa.
It was not easy for Mom and Dad, and it was not easy for us. But now is the time to show the gratitude and love due them for playing "bad" in order that we might (in dealing with that), be strong, really strong, actually. And I do mean UNCOMMONLY strong, a lot more than "wrist-strong" as Steven Colbert promoted with his generic wrist bands that poked fun at all the ones people wore to support causes a few years ago. (Howdy Lance!)
There was nothing in our upbringing that we couldn't or can't deal with, and now that we have done that, it's time to let Mom and Dad relax from the battle of raising us, and just have some fun and accept our love and appreciation.
This missive might seem surprising, but I have always known that the preparation of us for what we can do in a post-modern world was the reason our parents were such seeming assholes. They knew we were bound for important work contributing to the good of society, and they would have to really challenge us and they would have to operate in ways that appeared to the un-evolved eye to be even cruel or heartless. And it would (temporarily) be thankless. Now is the time for gratitude. Now is the time for their reward.
I know I will honor them with not only my heart, but the best that I can afford and that they can accept. If that seems like not much at the moment, it is only an indication that the reader is still thinking in a materialistic human way. This is changing for all of us as we move rapidly into the post-human era. Eons ago, something changed that caused (in at least one species) something animal to become human. Today, we are caught up in the process of that human thing becoming so much more.
It is the fulfillment of all prophesy.
It is the end of the world, but not literally in the way it has often been misinterpreted. It is the end of limited human thinking and selfishness. It is the dawn of what a human would call heaven.
Hence all the gnashing of teeth, as many will only come screaming and kicking because they have mistaken God-given intuition and trust for mental illness.
But they will come, although, perhaps, not right away. They will labor at their penance until they, too, allow that still small voice of love that can never be extinguished to grow and eventually enflame their soul.
The Catholic Church was right all along, it just didn't get the complete picture, and it allowed a bunch of shameless scoundrels to rule it's bureaucracy. The kernel at the root of Church teaching was true. But at the heart of Judaism, the kernel was clearer, brighter, and stronger, because the Jews never mistook Jesus for the the Great Exception, when he was actually the Great Example. Other religions preserve at their hearts this same truth too, but were founded in different cultures and in different cultural times, so my credentials to say much about them are minor.
And let's get this clear (with thanks to my teacher Dr. J. Kennedy Schultz): "There are no Chosen People. There are only people, choosing."
I doubt Mom and Dad are able to get my point yet, but they will get it. When we fear we have been or might be bad, we cannot look truth in the eye. What if that which we fear most is true?
The truth is that all things were made of the stuff of and in the image of God, and in God there can be no shame. Sometimes the journey back to God is not pretty, but it is always beautiful, when we open our eyes.
love,
Scott
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