Love is the essence of life. It is where all life begins, and the foundation for every dignifying emotion man has been capable of expressing. Where love is missing, there is no life. Creation itself rotates on the axis of love. The love of the Creator is the beginning of creation. Our being here therefore is the answer of the creator to our request to explore the full potentials of the human spirit.
It is the essence of creation and the rationale for our individual incarnations! Love in its eternal essence gives the most treasured gift that man has, Hope. An acceptance of the love of the Creator, helps us to understand His Laws and we make attempt to adapt ourselves to these laws. In a dim human way, we attempt to return this love. When we do not have the essence of love, we become very critical and intolerant. However, we tend to translate this love in too much of a human way, in our concept of how we are to express it. We know of the love of our parents and sometimes take that for granted or give it expectations that are self serving. We love a child and expect the child to be an extension of our dreams and so we feel disappointed when the child expresses innately its own identification of self.
Can love be critical and tough? Yes it can, it actually must, if it tends to fulfill its primary responsibility of bringing out the best in the object of love. The rub is, we must be clear when we are critical, what we are being critical of. The ability to be objective is actually the first spring of love. To see in its totality, a person, or situation and in the process of that assessment, carry the ability to be helpful for the benefit of the person, object or situation. It is therefore sometimes essential to understand that love can be tough. This is however based on the principle that even a blind person should be able to 'see' the love in the correction you offer a loved one.
There is the confusion to see love as constantly self sacrificing, weak and submissive. If we sincerely look at the essence of human spirit, we will agree that it is wrong to expect a human spirit to be submissive for he is not made that way. His lack of self exertion thus is a consequence of indolence, indulgence and an inability to make use of his given free will. He has chosen to take the soft option. A vibrant love, is clear sighted about the limitations of the recipient of his love but will want to see and seek opportunities to offer serving love as distinct from self serving administration of selfish considerations!
At a sublime level therefore is the love of the Creator, who has set in motion opportunities for each human spirit to arrive at the peak of his possibilities, and abilities. He has instituted into creation thus, certain laws that is not in any way religious nor does it advocate a religion. These laws by their very essence defines for man the essence of what we mean by freedom and offers man the gateway to supreme personal happiness and attainment. It enforces compliance irrespective of our understanding of these laws. We live in creation, are in it but not of it as we all sense that there is much more than we can see, hear, sense and touch.
These laws are anchored in the Love of the Creator. They offer to man the keys to a life that can be happy. It invites us to be self critical, exert ourselves and offers both an explanation and a way to those things in creation we are puzzled about. It offers through the laws of reciprocity, that maturing fruits started from seed level and could be different from one seed to the other according to the specie of the act.
Man lives his life at three levels. He plants the consequences of his life on these levels. His words are immediate and therefore active, just as his actions can be seen by all. However a more potent aspect of his life is his thoughts and because of the nature of their ability to be cloaked if it so wishes, we sow thought forms that might take eons to fructify! We however take relief in the knowledge that in understanding of the quirks of human nature, the Creator in love anchored this law so we might learn and grow. That is love too.
In the laws of the Creator, no man is condemned except by himself when he fails to understand the beauty and concept of love. Thus simply put, love is the essence of life. The very many trails we face, in our personal lives and jointly as a community or as a nation are opportunities offered to be better than our yesterdays. The growth to arrive at the apex of our existence as truly human spiritual!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
court is in session
A friend invited me once to attend a court session. He was trying to reassure me that there was nothing to be afraid about of our judicial system. I had nothing doing for that day and did not feel like the computer so I walked over from my office to the court which was some walking distance.
It was packed already. A young man was in the dock for killing his mum. His eyes were haunted and strained. You could tell he was under a great strain. His wife and members of his family were sitting huddled together and everyone stared at the judge.
One lady sat quietly. She was not agitated, nor was she crying. She was dressed simply and elegantly almost like the judge herself. She had gray hair and you could tell she was most likely to be in her sixties. I was intrigued by her self restraint.
I’d seen a couple of white garment prophets outside the church assuring the relatives that they had nothing to worry about. I asked my friend why the boy or actually the young man was being charged with killing his mother. He whispered back that he had deliberately driven his mother over the edge of cliff with the car because he had accused her of witchcraft.
Hmm, who fingered her as a witch?’ I asked my friend amused
He indicated the white garment prophets outside the court premises
I groaned and craned my neck to get a better view of the court. I noticed a few of my journalist friends were intrigued by the story and had come to watch the proceedings. I wondered what the elegant lady was doing so I murmured an excuse to my friend and went over to sit beside her.
She gave me a cursory glance and I had a vision of a very beautiful, graceful old lady. She sat still, calmly watching.
I tried to start a quiet conversation.
You know the young man being charged? I enquired?
‘I think so, just before he was born actually’ she said with a smile at me.
‘I see, you must be feeling bad about this then’ I said
She turned and gave me a calm glance from clear brown eyes, then with a slight graceful nod of her head indicated the young man at the dock.
‘His relatives have been praying and asking that the Almighty come to their aid, but I wonder if He is listening’
I shrugged, ‘I am sorry but I…’
‘Not into religion, I know that’ she finished for me, with a slight smile.
‘Have you ever wondered though why God has never seen fit to kill the Devil? I mean that would save a lot of miseries. The misery of a religion and the bottomless stupidity, we inflict on ourselves’
We were silent as the judge walked in and started reading her judgment. She listened impassively.
The judge had declared the case a non-issue ordering a re-trial for manslaughter.
The court erupted into loud jubilation. My old lady stood up. She was not smiling or upset, just calm.
I commented that at least she would be relieved to know it had come out well for the young man. She simply inclined her head. I was now really interested in talking to her further so I asked if I might call on her sometime. She became really amused at my request.
‘That could be a problem as I have just retired from active duty and I am kind of resting now. Just pay the occasional visit you know’.
I remarked that she seemed to know me and so had the advantage.
She said she had often watched my programmes and thought I was doing okay. I pressed for her name and she smiled and gave me her hand
‘I used to be called justice Anike Williams’ she said and then smiling left.
I went over to my friend and started telling him about the old lady, he listened as we walked out the court but almost crashed the car at the fence when I mentioned the name of the lady I had been talking to.
‘You could have killed us’ I complained
He stared at me
‘Are you sure of the name of the lady you talked to?’ he asked me
‘Yes of course I just told you’. I snapped checking to see if I had any injuries. I went cold however with his next comment
‘Justice Anike Williams is the mother of the young man just acquitted and she died in that accident two years ago. I attended the funeral. Who exactly have you been talking to?’
It was packed already. A young man was in the dock for killing his mum. His eyes were haunted and strained. You could tell he was under a great strain. His wife and members of his family were sitting huddled together and everyone stared at the judge.
One lady sat quietly. She was not agitated, nor was she crying. She was dressed simply and elegantly almost like the judge herself. She had gray hair and you could tell she was most likely to be in her sixties. I was intrigued by her self restraint.
I’d seen a couple of white garment prophets outside the church assuring the relatives that they had nothing to worry about. I asked my friend why the boy or actually the young man was being charged with killing his mother. He whispered back that he had deliberately driven his mother over the edge of cliff with the car because he had accused her of witchcraft.
Hmm, who fingered her as a witch?’ I asked my friend amused
He indicated the white garment prophets outside the court premises
I groaned and craned my neck to get a better view of the court. I noticed a few of my journalist friends were intrigued by the story and had come to watch the proceedings. I wondered what the elegant lady was doing so I murmured an excuse to my friend and went over to sit beside her.
She gave me a cursory glance and I had a vision of a very beautiful, graceful old lady. She sat still, calmly watching.
I tried to start a quiet conversation.
You know the young man being charged? I enquired?
‘I think so, just before he was born actually’ she said with a smile at me.
‘I see, you must be feeling bad about this then’ I said
She turned and gave me a calm glance from clear brown eyes, then with a slight graceful nod of her head indicated the young man at the dock.
‘His relatives have been praying and asking that the Almighty come to their aid, but I wonder if He is listening’
I shrugged, ‘I am sorry but I…’
‘Not into religion, I know that’ she finished for me, with a slight smile.
‘Have you ever wondered though why God has never seen fit to kill the Devil? I mean that would save a lot of miseries. The misery of a religion and the bottomless stupidity, we inflict on ourselves’
We were silent as the judge walked in and started reading her judgment. She listened impassively.
The judge had declared the case a non-issue ordering a re-trial for manslaughter.
The court erupted into loud jubilation. My old lady stood up. She was not smiling or upset, just calm.
I commented that at least she would be relieved to know it had come out well for the young man. She simply inclined her head. I was now really interested in talking to her further so I asked if I might call on her sometime. She became really amused at my request.
‘That could be a problem as I have just retired from active duty and I am kind of resting now. Just pay the occasional visit you know’.
I remarked that she seemed to know me and so had the advantage.
She said she had often watched my programmes and thought I was doing okay. I pressed for her name and she smiled and gave me her hand
‘I used to be called justice Anike Williams’ she said and then smiling left.
I went over to my friend and started telling him about the old lady, he listened as we walked out the court but almost crashed the car at the fence when I mentioned the name of the lady I had been talking to.
‘You could have killed us’ I complained
He stared at me
‘Are you sure of the name of the lady you talked to?’ he asked me
‘Yes of course I just told you’. I snapped checking to see if I had any injuries. I went cold however with his next comment
‘Justice Anike Williams is the mother of the young man just acquitted and she died in that accident two years ago. I attended the funeral. Who exactly have you been talking to?’
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Murdering prophet
It was a small announcement in the newspaper, the radio announcer who mentioned it did not miss a beat as she casually mentioned that two children aged between 7 and 10 had been killed by a prophet. Their offence? Their parents had accused them of witchcraft. The wonder is that it got mentioned at all. Belief in the occult is rife amongst us and ironically you might find a religious house of prayer on every street. So why would we accept the mercy of a God and at the same time find a parent hand over their children to a stranger, even though a prophet for murder? For that is what it is, pure and simple. The parents will have sympathizers amongst their own kin and even those not directly related to them.
The supernatural in our neck of the woods has been so vilified that we tremble at the mere mention of adversity and simply put it at the doorstep of a vindictive god or goddess. We hesitate to admit openly that we stand in thrall of these gods and goddesses. But do we really have anything to be afraid of?
When the Westerners came, they took from us our faith because they could not understand it, adjudged everything as savage and brutal. They promptly took from us our props and left us hanging on a faith we have never been able to come to terms with no matter our pretensions or if the next Pope becomes a Nigerian!
The state in which those unfortunate children were murdered is reputed to be more than sixty percent catholic. The spate of infanticide got so bad that the governor was outraged enough to enact a law against it.
Every race on the face of the earth has a creation story. Its understanding about how the Almighty came about. Religion is a societal fix so we do not all become murdering savages. It is also an easy way to pass off our inadequacies on a Supreme Being who is vengeful, carefully taking stock of offences so He could have his pound of flesh.
When things happen and we cannot explain it in a logical way, we simply pass the buck to the Creator saying his ways are mysterious and thus cannot be questioned. Sometimes I sympathize with those who want to get out of the confusion by stating that they are atheist or those who hedge their bets by calling themselves agnostics.
The temptation thus is to doubt the existence of a creator that will allow two little children to be killed by the same parents who invited them into the world.
How did we come to believe in witchcraft? It is simply because we are ignorant of the laws of creation which has nothing to do with our present concepts of the creator. Why would he bother give us intellect and then ask us to suspend it when it comes to questions about the truth of God? Perfection has no gray areas and underline logic for there is truth in logic. However when things happen that we do not understand, our indolence makes us put everything at the door of the Almighty.
Poverty is probably one of the reasons, why those hapless parents handed over their children for murder. Inability to fulfill their parental obligations to the guests they invited into creation may have been reason to assume the same children are behind their inability to be effective and affective parents.
One power streams through Creation anchoring the eternal laws, ensuring just returns and recompense according to the measure of our sowing. For it is clear an unrefuttable that action equals reaction and what a man sows , that he shall reap. Nature demonstrated this so clearly and Nature is not religious! The sun shines on the sinner and the damned.
Mayhaps if the parents had waited a bit, recognizing that this law fulfills itself not only in Nature but also in human activity, they may have taken the option of accepting the present hardship, and sowed in activity seed that would have ensured a brighter tomorrow.
They would have been better guided that a man’s fate was embedded in his stars and could be adjusted if he so chooses.
The supernatural in our neck of the woods has been so vilified that we tremble at the mere mention of adversity and simply put it at the doorstep of a vindictive god or goddess. We hesitate to admit openly that we stand in thrall of these gods and goddesses. But do we really have anything to be afraid of?
When the Westerners came, they took from us our faith because they could not understand it, adjudged everything as savage and brutal. They promptly took from us our props and left us hanging on a faith we have never been able to come to terms with no matter our pretensions or if the next Pope becomes a Nigerian!
The state in which those unfortunate children were murdered is reputed to be more than sixty percent catholic. The spate of infanticide got so bad that the governor was outraged enough to enact a law against it.
Every race on the face of the earth has a creation story. Its understanding about how the Almighty came about. Religion is a societal fix so we do not all become murdering savages. It is also an easy way to pass off our inadequacies on a Supreme Being who is vengeful, carefully taking stock of offences so He could have his pound of flesh.
When things happen and we cannot explain it in a logical way, we simply pass the buck to the Creator saying his ways are mysterious and thus cannot be questioned. Sometimes I sympathize with those who want to get out of the confusion by stating that they are atheist or those who hedge their bets by calling themselves agnostics.
The temptation thus is to doubt the existence of a creator that will allow two little children to be killed by the same parents who invited them into the world.
How did we come to believe in witchcraft? It is simply because we are ignorant of the laws of creation which has nothing to do with our present concepts of the creator. Why would he bother give us intellect and then ask us to suspend it when it comes to questions about the truth of God? Perfection has no gray areas and underline logic for there is truth in logic. However when things happen that we do not understand, our indolence makes us put everything at the door of the Almighty.
Poverty is probably one of the reasons, why those hapless parents handed over their children for murder. Inability to fulfill their parental obligations to the guests they invited into creation may have been reason to assume the same children are behind their inability to be effective and affective parents.
One power streams through Creation anchoring the eternal laws, ensuring just returns and recompense according to the measure of our sowing. For it is clear an unrefuttable that action equals reaction and what a man sows , that he shall reap. Nature demonstrated this so clearly and Nature is not religious! The sun shines on the sinner and the damned.
Mayhaps if the parents had waited a bit, recognizing that this law fulfills itself not only in Nature but also in human activity, they may have taken the option of accepting the present hardship, and sowed in activity seed that would have ensured a brighter tomorrow.
They would have been better guided that a man’s fate was embedded in his stars and could be adjusted if he so chooses.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
he listened
as the men laughed
and preened
about their romantic successes
he went to the ancient one
for a love potion
that will bring
to his bed
his own love
seven red necked lizards
soaked in its own oils
with a ring
in the soil for seven nights
an assured night of passion
was promised
walking the village path
one moonlit night
he tapped a succulent waist
and led her
to his bed
the dawn broke warm and golden
he turned to see
his catch
she smiled
her teeth by dozen more than
the required number
and her laugh
was like a
horse in labour.
and preened
about their romantic successes
he went to the ancient one
for a love potion
that will bring
to his bed
his own love
seven red necked lizards
soaked in its own oils
with a ring
in the soil for seven nights
an assured night of passion
was promised
walking the village path
one moonlit night
he tapped a succulent waist
and led her
to his bed
the dawn broke warm and golden
he turned to see
his catch
she smiled
her teeth by dozen more than
the required number
and her laugh
was like a
horse in labour.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Just perfect
Just Perfect!
We pled love,
he called me a witch,
I tickled his fancy,
I danced to his dandy,
we stayed in a clinch.
In gurgling streams,
a perfect garden,
a troth was made
never to fade
he called me a witch
that stole his thunder!
In flowered dreams,
the years rolled by,
the endearments took a hue,
from the many frets,
when natured served us hets
as lessons of love
his eyes took a shine,
to varied shapes askew,
that taunted our troth.
if only I was truly a witch!
I would weld his wanderings!
to me!
We pled love,
he called me a witch,
I tickled his fancy,
I danced to his dandy,
we stayed in a clinch.
In gurgling streams,
a perfect garden,
a troth was made
never to fade
he called me a witch
that stole his thunder!
In flowered dreams,
the years rolled by,
the endearments took a hue,
from the many frets,
when natured served us hets
as lessons of love
his eyes took a shine,
to varied shapes askew,
that taunted our troth.
if only I was truly a witch!
I would weld his wanderings!
to me!
Friday, January 1, 2010
onions
I cut the onions
the knife
slicing through
made my tears run
the smell of the
Onions
hung round
the curtains
Grandma observed
that I could have taken
a different approach
A gentle peel after peel
revealing new skin
the knife
slicing through
made my tears run
the smell of the
Onions
hung round
the curtains
Grandma observed
that I could have taken
a different approach
A gentle peel after peel
revealing new skin
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
the great little things
I
shine the torch
on great
little things
that offer
sublime lessons
if you
care
to
look!
have you ever noticed
that those tiny stars
are bigger
than
the sun?
shine the torch
on great
little things
that offer
sublime lessons
if you
care
to
look!
have you ever noticed
that those tiny stars
are bigger
than
the sun?
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