The journey home to the Self is not easily made. God put us into this world and then told us not to get involved in it. I didn’t have much luck parenting my children; not any more than God has parenting His. All children want to explore the world. ‘Nuff said.
So my friend Tobias tells me to get off of Facebook and focus on myself. He is right; I trust him. But that doesn’t mean I don’t still yearn for the quick and easy fixes offered by the world, Facebook being one of them.
Don’t delude yourself. Facebook is a tool and God’s children know how to put shit into the waffle iron! Yes, my sister’s kids did that when they were toddlers.
So the last few days I have been having chills. Yesterday I wore a sweater in the air conditioning. I’m not sick, so I think it is energy shifting back into myself.
I return to the teachings of Vernon Howard these days. He roared at us to wake up. Warned us not to traffic in the world’s ideas of change, assured us that waiting on God was the only way home.
Of that I am sure. But try telling that to my old nature. The old nature that wants what it wants when it wants it. Who lies when they bump into other sleeping people, smiling as if they were happy inwardly.
I am not happy inwardly. I am restless, immature and cranky. Ice cream distracts me and I call myself being on the path. Sheesh, Vicki. Wake up. Only then will you know the truth that can set you free.