The Melchizedek Chronicles – So what can little old you do to Save your Soul?

Often times I run into people who want to talk, talk about life, world affairs, politics, fears, or even the hereafter since I seem to write about it.  There are a lot of potential seekers of Truth out there who want to do the right thing.  Instinctively they know the life they are living cannot be what God expects of them.

Yet they feel inadequate, insignificant even, when I tell them to talk to God or Jesus.  They respond that God or Jesus are Divine beings, with billions of people to worry about not to mention the politicians, nations, cultures and bad people walking the earth.  What could I possibly say to God without sounding like a fool and why would God or Jesus even want to talk to me?

I truly understand their dilemma.

When you are one Soul in a world of 7.7 billion Souls, what chance do you have of ever being heard?

No doubt, it is hard to identify your importance to the Creator and his Son, particularly when you think like a human which we are prone to do.  Here we are, surrounded by billions of people who seem to have no interest in God, the cosmos, and beyond.  Few in that mass of humanity indicate any foundation of divine inspiration to fall back on.

People are almost afraid to encourage others to pursue a path of hope, joy, and compassion for others because there is so much fear and anxiety engulfing them from the negativity projected by those around you.

Collective consciousness is a powerful force for good or evil as it has no moral compass itself but is dependent on the free will of the people feeding it.  When the collective consciousness is devoid of divine inspiration, it is quick to embrace the malaise of the masses we encounter daily.

Most days, if we were to assess the spiritual evolution of humanity, your conclusion would lead you to think humanity is stuck in a quagmire of epic proportions running counter to the teachings of Jesus.

Most days your conclusion would be right.

Now, as long as you are dwelling on observing people, try dwelling on the example Jesus gave us when he walked the earth like you, without the designer clothes and smartphones of course.

When you think about it, Jesus faced a much more hostile and dangerous challenge back then.  In his day the collective consciousness was every bit as negative as today, and the accumulated fear and outright hatred was directed at the bullseye on his back.

The Son of God came here on a mission, to bring about a paradigm shift in humankind without the aid of modern technology like smartphones, WIFI, the Internet, social media, television, news distribution, transportation or any of the marvelous advances in science and technology that spoil us today.

There were no live podcasts of his beautiful message, no videos of his talks, no interaction of Jesus and people on YouTube, no news media coverage of him, no documentaries, books, CDs and certainly no reporting of his inspirational message.

Social media in his day was word of mouth.  If you did not see him in action, or know someone who did, you knew very little about the Son of God.  Jesus was only able to spread his message as far as he could walk, to the next village.

If you were fortunate enough to be a witness in the crowd, you saw a handsome young man, calm, smiling, filled with hope and joy, brimming over with love, compassion and empathy for everyone, most certainly a man of destiny.

He spoke Truth, often using parables rather than direct attacks on the listener to make a point.  The real attention grabber, however, was his strange way of working miracles that defied the human belief system, yet reinforced his message of love to the masses.

Yet Jesus was born into life on earth knowing full well of his impending death at an early age, 33 years old, at the hands of those very people he loved, tried hardest to heal, and sought to awaken to the light.

There was no hint of ego in this kind soul from Nazareth and no hint of bias in his attitude toward people.  He embraced and often healed young and old, rich and poor, Jewish Sanhedrin and lepers, Roman rulers and the blind, and now and then an occasional dead person.

Jesus was not an orator who spewed fire and brimstone to get attention or make a point like his cousin John the Baptist, the Zealot.  In spite of the fact Jesus knew his tragic fate he never projected fear but hope and understanding, love and finding your way into the light.

Oh, he knew his destiny, and even when all his apostles abandoned him at the end, leaving only his Mother and the Magdalen at his side, yet he still accepted the most horrific torture and death imaginable.

Still, when the moment came, even in a world devoid of any and all technology and communications, millions of people around the world experienced it with him.  At the moment of death, the evening sky turned pitch black, giant fingers of lightning exploded throughout the horizon, where it was light it turned dark and where it was dark it turned light all around the globe.  All the continents of the earth started shaking violently as earthquakes ravaged the lands.

For three long days and nights people hid indoors, terrified of the storms and the weather anomalies everywhere.  What was really going on outside?  If people went out during those fateful days, they might have witnessed a glimpse of Heaven protruding from the Heavens.

The sky was filled with millions and millions of Angels in formation behind their leader Michael the Archangel as the legions soared, swooped, and blazed across the horizon in joyous celebration of the death of Jesus and the fulfillment of the ancient prophecy about the Messiah.  For there could be no miraculous Resurrection of Jesus until he first died.

Today, two-thousand years after his Crucifixion, Resurrection and Ascension, billions upon billions of people know the story of his life.  They know the sacrifice of Jesus so that we may find the Truth in his message of redemption and salvation for all the children of God like us.

Next time you think of how insignificant one little soul like you may be in a sea of billions, think of what Jesus taught.  He said we are no different than he, we are all the same children of God, and we all have the same ability to heal the sick, raise the dead, even move mountains.

One little star in the vastness of a black sky is like a beacon of hope in a world desperate for truth.  Its brilliance pierces the black void drawing our attention away from the depths of darkness and into the ray of light from the heavens.

If you really stop and think of all the miracles of creation it took to create a single, functioning human, you might realize the significance of your being.

If you open yourself up to the possibility that even you are the beneficiary of the Creator’s miracles, you might start to understand the love it took to create you in the first place.

Now, if you were the Creator and created a human from nothing, whose functions and potential remain largely unknown even to this day, would you walk away from your masterpiece?  Of course not!

You want it to succeed, to reach its potential, to radiate the goodness, joy and happiness inherent in it.  The Creator gave you an unlimited imagination to inspire you, a free spirit to motivate you, a Son to show you the path home, and a Holy Spirit to awaken you to the love of God, and the desire within you to help others find their way home.

Seek the Truth and it will find you.  You are never alone and never forgotten.  God will never give up on you.  For you are one of God’s precious children.  Now, talk to your Father will you!

The saddest words - It might have been

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“Of all sad words of tongue or pen,

the saddest are these, It might have been.”

 

 

John Greenleaf Whittier wrote these powerful words in his poem,  "Maud Mueller," published in Pamphlet in 1856.  An American poet and Quaker who fiercely opposed slavery, he was strongly influenced by my favorite Scottish poet Robert Burns.

It was 158 years ago when Whittier wrote those immortal words.  Just seven years later the Emancipation Proclamation, a presidential proclamation, was issued by President Abraham Lincoln on January 1, 1863 freeing all slaves in America.

On April 9, 1865 General Robert E. Lee surrendered to Lieutenant General Ulysses S. Grant formally ending the Civil War and abolishing slavery forever, and just six years later the greatest president in our history was assassinated after leading our nation through it's darkest hours.

 

Destiny?  Certainly Lincoln had premonitions of his upcoming death.  If George Washington was the Father of America then Abraham Lincoln was most certainly the Soul of America sent to the promised land in our hour of most need.  In the end he gave everything including his life to save a struggling nation and make it a beacon to the rest of the world with a Constitution guaranteeing individual freedom and equal opportunity.

 

Robert Burns inspired other people besides Whittier.  Burns lived during the American (1776) and French (1789) revolutions and greatly admired those people who would challenge the powerful monarchies that controlled them.  A prolific poet and lyricist,  his poem and song "Auld Lang Syne" is sung throughout the world as New Year dawns.  Born January 25, 1759 he died July 21, 1796 when he was just 37 years old.

 

American novelist John Steinbeck used Burn's works for the title of his 1937 novel "Of Mice and Men."  When asked for the source of his greatest creative inspiration, singer and songwriter Bob Dylan selected Burn's 1794 song "A Red, Red Rose" as the lyric that had the biggest effect on his life.  Author J. D. Salinger borrowed from Burn's poem "Comin' Through the Rye" for his 1951 novel "The Catcher in the Rye."

 

Even I was drawn to Burns and his wonderful talent when I discovered that a distant Scottish relative,  Mary Campbell, was one of his first loves and the subject of several early poems.  Their relationship was the subject of much conjecture and it has been suggested that on May 14, 1786 they exchanged Bibles and "plighted their troth over the Water of Fail" in a traditional Scottish wedding.

 

In August of the same year she was caring for her brother who had typhus and caught the disease herself eventually dying at the age of 23 in Campbeltown, Scotland, an ancient town founded by my ancestors of the Campbell clan.

 

At any rate, while the historical perspective is interesting it is the poignant, melancholy and sentimental words of Whittier one should ponder.  What do they mean in your life?  Are they your final testament because you did not have the courage to follow your heart instead of your mind?  Or can you still escape from the sadness of knowing something might have been?

 

Perhaps you never had a choice in the matter.  Over and over in my life things happened, not of my making or doing, that radically altered my life, shattered my dreams or broke my heart.  Some were my fault or choice, others were when I was a victim of the cruel hand of fate.

 

Some were big and others were small yet they all were definitive lessons that I really wished I didn't have to learn.  Don't get me wrong or feel sorry for me, they were my path, not yours, and I am certain there was some kind of mystical or spiritual reason for the experience.

 

I remember once I spent years with a childhood friend and classmate before I realized  his older sister was my soul mate.  It was something I never expected.  She was the most beautiful girl I ever knew and I was always amazed at how the older boys were lined up to take her out.  She was also very smart, talented and worked hard to hide her many attributes.

 

For some reason, perhaps my lack of discretion or desire to talk to everyone, or the fact I never beat around the bush but always was frank, honest and kept conversations in total confidence, she always treated me like a confidant in spite of a couple of year's age difference.  It seemed I was always far more comfortable with older and more mature people.

 

 

Over the years I became her sounding board about boys, life, the world and whatever else she wanted to discuss.  When her family moved to the next state I would visit her brother several times a year and spend time talking to her when I was in town.

 

After about 12 years of knowing her, when I was a junior in high school, things suddenly changed when I drove to her home.  Bear in mind that in spite of my maturity I was always in awe of her and being her friend was about the best thing I ever did.  But I was also no fool so I was aware my chances of ever being intimate with her, or her wanting to go out with me, were about the same as dating Audrey Hepburn or Natalie Wood.

 

On this particular visit I noticed she seemed really sad and when she went out for a walk behind her house I followed to find out the problem.  By the time I caught up with her she was sitting on a fallen tree trunk and I sat down beside her.  No person that nice and beautiful deserved to be sad so I started singing the Elvis song "Are you lonesome tonight" and to my absolute surprise she started laughing.

 

I asked her if I was that bad and she said I wasn't, but it was just what she needed to stop feeling sorry for herself.  So we talked.  For hours it seemed.  She told me about all the creeps who wanted to date her for a trophy, how insincere they were and how she wished people could just be honest and respectful, like me.

 

Finally she asked what I thought of her, really thought of her.  I admitted it would be impossible to give her any objective assessment because I had been madly in love with her since I was in 1st grade.  After she stopped laughing it took me about 20 minutes to convince her I really was hopelessly in love with her.

 

As she pondered on my dilemma she acknowledged I was the only person she could discuss anything with and never worry about being judged, she trusted me to keep her secrets, and that I always had something intelligent or funny to make her feel better.  Why was it so easy to talk to me she wondered?  And why did I care enough about her to try and help her if she was feeling bad or make her laugh when she was sad?

 

Eventually she concluded I really did care for her.  What she wanted most was to find someone who treated her like I did.  By this point I was praying to God to let her kiss me on the cheek or something in appreciation.  Then she said why do I need to find someone like you when I already know you?

 

That dangling modifier left me dangling and speechless.

 

Over the next year I made several trips to see her brother and her and we spent more and more serious time together.  Hugs grew into kisses and neither of us had any interest in any other person being part of our lives.  Of course we still had college to get through but we agreed to let our parents know how we felt about each other before I went away to college.

 

One day that summer before I left for the University of Arizona she called and said she was going to fly down where I lived in a corporate plane from her father's company so we could tell my parents about us.  Then I would drive her back home so we could tell her parents.  By now we felt so strongly and comfortable about each other that being engaged seemed insignificant.  This was the person I would share my life with.

 

No more would we have to sneak around hiding our relationship.  As I waited at home for her to call and say she landed I was listening to the music of the British invasion on the radio when a news bulletin came on that a corporate plane had crashed a few miles from the airport and there were no survivors.

 

As the weight of the world crashed down on my shoulders I just knew it was her and my heart sank.  She was gone forever.  Our secret would never be revealed.  Our life would never be shared with each other.

 

I was engulfed in a darkness that seemed to suck the life out of me.  I did not know what I did to deserve such a fate and I did not understand why such a beautiful soul had to be taken from this world when she had so much to offer.

 

In the end  I was very angry with God for a long time to come.

 

It was not the first time the line "the saddest words of tongue or pen are these four words it might have been" haunted me and conjured up all kinds of shattered dreams, but this time the line was empowered like never before, and it pierced my heart like no other event in my life.

 

Though I had no choice nor fault nor blame in the tragic event I took it personal and wondered if she was gone because of me.  If I had never pursued our long distance relationship wouldn't she still be alive?  I lost my Earth Angel but in the end I guess I got my Angel in Heaven to help watch over me and I could only hope that the Kingdom she was now in was a far better cry than what we have here.

 

Many years later the passage of time seemed to lessen the anger and allow me to realize that we are all on our own separate paths and though our paths may cross and even run parallel for a time it does not diminish the fact we each have our own Sacred Covenant with Divine Providence and we will depart when our time has come.

 

Rather than harbor bitterness or anger over the loss of a loved one, an act which I came to recognize as somewhat selfish, I became aware of how blessed I was to have spent any time on this Earth in the company of an Angel.

 

As my memory of her shifted from the tragic conclusion of our relationship in the ashes of a plane crash to the wonderful time we did have when we were together, and to the beautiful hopes and dreams we shared of a life together, I think I began to understand the real meaning of love and life.

 

Love is the spiritual bond between two souls allowing them to share both creating and creation in life and of life and it transcends the physical world and human definitions as we discover perfect love together.

 

Whether you call it the Christ consciousness or the conquering of human ego and spiritual dualism, perfect love is accepting co-creator responsibility for all that is, recognizing the life force in all of creation, and giving all of your existence to caring for the gifts of creation we experience in this life and any future existence.

 

Life is the record of our progress in this journey of our soul during this existence, a stepping stone in our Sacred Covenant leading toward our path home.
 

Do not waste your opportunities in life.  Do not embrace "it might have been."

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