There is one thing this day that I can say… is that we don’t understand. However we have made this to be, this day of observance that we do not observe, is that there was one who cared for us all. The human race. We have forgotten. There was this one person, one who walked among us, as a god, who suffered through all the pains and doubts, to serve as a light and a beacon for our time on this earth. We have yet to notice, and respect, and thank for his sacrifice. We think we are alone. We doubt the Creator. We now call Him “the universe”. We are afraid of who He is. We cannot see. We doubt. There is no reason for this. Love, what we so long to feel, is right at our doorstep.
Love thy neighbor. Leave the big decisions to God. Forgive our wrongdoings. That is all up to Him, and also ourselves. Let this day be the beginning of the end to our suffering, and lead us to the one true self of being the ones to hold the truth and pass on to others the light of giving.
These are not my words, but the word spoken above from the Divine. He accepts all. He wants all. He is forever present and patient. We are in Him. He is in us. There are the thanks to give. Lead us to forgive. We are all messengers. We can pass this on to one another.
There is a place for all of us to reside, and it is in the soul. We all can see Him from here if we choose to. We can all live in the light if we choose to. The others can also accept this truth. They are only a short step behind. Bring them into the light. We all deserve to bask in its glory. There is one one true being. He is almighty. He is listening. He is praying for our existence to return, return to the fold of a life with Him. We have forgotten. We have forgotten.