We Are All Pretenders

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9 August 2015 Sunday

…Even if it’s just pretend.

You mean pretend to forgive?

Why not? All of you are always pretending anyway. Every minute, every second, every breath you take, you are pretending. All of you are always living within rules and regulations. All of you are living within the protocol what some of you have called “polite society.” You are pretending even when what you are thinking of is quite different. All of you are suppressing your true feelings all the time.

But if we show our true feelings, like anger, it’ll only cause trouble.

Trouble occurs when the other person, let’s say John, takes to heart the anger of, let’s say Mary. Besides, why did Mary get angry in the first place? Probably because she took to heart what John said or did. And on and on it goes. The vicious circle never stops as long as someone does not stop taking to heart the transgression of the other.

That’s what I mean. So John and Mary are not pretending. They showed their true feelings by getting angry with each other. That’s where trouble starts and may become worse until they grow apart and eventually part ways. On the other hand, if they ignored their feelings, as in pretend it isn’t there or suppress their feelings, then the situation will be…Well, peaceful, isn’t it? So my question is – what’s wrong with pretending?

I did not say pretending is wrong. I Am merely observing what all of you are creating. You have created a world where everyone is pretending instead of showing their true feelings.

But it will cause trouble!

It will only cause trouble when there is the intent to hurt. All of you get angry for the purpose of revenge. To revenge the transgression that you assume has been done unto you. There is no such thing as transgressions if you believe that the purpose of such a violation is for you to be able to envision the greatest and grandest version you imagine yourself to be. And that is to be God. God does not get angry. God does not seek revenge. If Mary chose the highest choice of not getting angry and not seeking revenge by getting angry, then the situation would not have gone to the next level (which, by the way, is a lower level when it concerns your evolution as a human race) of causing more of a rift in the relationship. The situation would have remained neutral. John also has a choice, seeking revenge by getting angry or choosing not to be angry. But if he chooses the highest choice of being God, no anger and no revenge, then he and Mary would have a chance to work out the rift peacefully. And this is not pretending. The soul never pretends. The soul is the truth. When a relationship is soul-based, the truth will always win over any rift in a relationship. I will not say there will never be any rifts because there will always be rifts. That is fear at work in order for you to know the opposite of fear, which is joy. One cannot exist without the other.

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…I will never, ever get irritated with you, God. You know that. I love you.

I know, child. I love you too. But when you get irritated, or frustrated, or angry with yourself, you are doing the same to Me. You are doing the same to God. And if you are doing the same with another, then you are doing the same to God. I Am you, you are Me. As I Am another. All of you are God.

I know. I’m sorry when I get angry or frustrated or fed up with myself. Or another.

You do not have to apologize to Me, child. Since I cannot be hurt or damaged in any way, then there is nothing you will ever be sorry for. Love is never having to say you’re sorry.

Yeah. You’re so wonderful that way!

The Photo Machine – A Dream

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17 August 2017 Thursday 5:17am

I was stalking a couple. When the man noticed I was following them, I pretended to ask for directions. I asked him where to get a blood test. He pointed to a building.

Inside, there were a couple of men sitting around in an office. I spoke to one who had greying hair. He ignored me. I asked him again whether this was the place to get a blood test. And still he ignored me. I persisted. Then he finally said he wasn’t paying attention. Which, I thought, was contradictory.

I was about to walk away when somebody approached me and helped me out.

He brought me to what looked like a photo studio. He told me I have to have my photo taken.

While he was preparing his machine, a tall and dark man came into the studio who wanted to use the public phone. He turned to me as if he wanted me to remember him. I thought I did but I changed my mind. “No, I don’t remember you,” I said.

The photographer then asked me to keep still because his machine was ready.

But another man came and fiddled with it. I told him, “You can’t use it. It’s in operation right now.” He left.

Then a lady with short, fuchsia-coloured hair came and spoke to the photographer about medicine while he was fiddling with his photo machine. And she kept on chatting to him.

I was keeping very still when a wire-like arm slid out from the machine and hovered around my face. It traced a straight line right down my nose which hurt. I thought for sure there was blood. It seems the line on my nose is a mark, so that the machine can detect my face for the photo.

I waited for the machine to take the shot.

I woke up.

 

The Lost Specs

1 August 2017 Tuesday 4:41pm

I came home after my brisk walk this morning only to find out I dropped my expensive progressive spectacles at the beach. I had an inkling where I dropped it but I thought, “Man, I’m tired! It’s a long walk back.” I made up my mind of letting it be lost. But I felt the loss really bad because it was so expensive. I told Mum. She persuaded me to go look for it. So I got dressed and trudged back to that spot. From afar, I spotted it! I thought, Please don’t let it be a twig or a leaf or something! Please, please, please! And lo and behold, it was there! My specs was still there! I was so happy!

I’m glad for you.

Thank You. So, everything has a purpose, right?

Remember when I said that when you lose something, you lose it because your soul wants to experience losing something?

Yeah. When I knew I lost my specs, I remembered that. That’s why I decided to just let it be lost.

But your mum persuaded you to go back. Why did you?

She gave me hope, I guess. I thought if I don’t find it then I don’t find it. At least I tried.

That’s it.

What’s it?

That’s the purpose. At least you tried. Now, let me ask you–What if you didn’t try?

I can’t answer that.

Why not?

Because I did try. But I can guess what would have happened if I didn’t try.

Alright.

I guess I’ll feel the loss for a while but I’ll soon forget about it. Spectacles can be replaced.

What about your soul? Can your soul be replaced?

Oh man. Now, how in the world did we get from talking about my lost specs to lost soul?

Never mind.