As I begin this inner revolution from bed, it sure looks blustery out my window. The wind is howling and the trees are bent by the wind. The other day, a 30 ft branch fell on my house. Being someone who looks for symbolism in every-thing, I had to muse on that for awhile, for no apparent meaning lept to mind. “What might the Universe be telling me,” I thought? The answer I got back was, “Sometimes a tree just falls on your house.”

It took me a long time to wake up: to God, to the falsehoods of society, to social engineering, to prophets of doom, to the artistic voice within, to Love. Once you do open your eyes and begin to ’see’, you cannot ‘un-see’. Knowledge brings with it responsibility, if you have a heart worth a damn.

If you pay careful attention to how a system of attack works in the world, note how it demands that the person with a fresh idea be perfectly right. There is no room for innovators to be a bit off: they must have it completely dialed in, so that society as a whole can judge the worthiness of the creative mind. Society asks bluntly, “Does this serve me? How much does it cost? Why do I want this?” When we judge the heart of an artist or a patriot, we eventually will come to judge God for daring to make us all creators.

How does one greet the day properly? With prayer, or appreciation? With humility, or violence? Who wakes up and thinks, “Yep, I’m gonna kill today”? If that is the first thought in their head, we should mourn for them, for they are lost. Even the hunter should thank God for the prey.

Is it wrong to kill any animal to eat? I wrestle with that question all the time. I don’t have to be perfectly right about my moral quandary, I only have to acknowledge that it exists. I have been interviewed probably a thousand times. The subtext of most of the questions is, “Who are you to say such things?”, “Who are you to think such things?” I am that I am.

Living with the gray between the black and the white is the spice of life. If God wanted us to live in a perfect world, we would be living in it already. It feels to me more like a “You made your bed, now lie in it. I’ll be waiting over here when you get tired of it jerking around” feeling to me from God; not in a malicious way, but in a serious-playful way. But I am not God at the moment, so I don’t have to be right. I only have to be earnest.

I like to be right. In fact, my friends complain that I am right too much of the time: about what they should have done with a situation, or how they should have tackled a problem. But I don’t have to be right about God or how I see the world. God is Love, or close enough. Man is in big trouble, or close enough. Look around. Please just look around. Are you comfortable with all the death around you? Are you ‘OK’ with the pain you see?

That is not to challenge you, it is only to ask you to do the obvious, which is to just awaken to your own heart-song. If we disagree peacefully, then it’s at least an interesting chat over tea. The world asks us to be right, but only because it is so wrong. Who appoints the judge but another judge? Get out of the judgement business and get into the God business, for it has a much bigger upside: peace, harmony, living life to the fullest. Don’t be so stubborn. Saying yes to God only means you are saying yes to you. God doesn’t need your vote.