I suppose it isn’t such a bad thing to be distant. People need their space. Space is one thing of which there is an infinite amount. What I’m searching for is rebirth. To see with new eyes. Rebirth itself is like flying, everything new and kinetic, the whole world stretching out before you. People associate flight with freedom but if one can manage to be reborn, there is the true freedom.
It is cold where I live. I will not disclose the name of the city or state for reasons of my own. I am trying to be open but that I will not share. The cold here feels like icy fire when the wind is strong, like great flames of blue fire scorching me and causing me to go numb. Moving is out of the question. This is where I live. I’ve always lived here and this is where I’ll stay, aside from the occasional insta-vacation when I tour other places, until the end. It isn’t a matter of liking or not liking the place, it’s a matter of staying the course and seeing something through. I get cold when I fly but only slightly. When I use my power a protective shield comes over me and I can’t be harmed or feel much pain. The icy sky is no problem for me.
The problem with people being distant is that they start to go numb. Once that happens it’s only a matter of time before their inner light begins to dim and they start to perish. We must stay awake and keep believing. There are miracles happening every day, all around us. Life itself is miraculous, every human being the protagonist of the greatest story ever told. If you don’t believe me then your light has already started to dim.
I stopped believing in miracles before and my world felt like a trap. I can assure you now that we are free, we need only believe in the God who freed us. Jesus Christ broke the chains of sin and smashed the gates of Hades for all time. We owe him not only our lives but also every single good thing to come, everything there shall ever be, and the future is overflowing with good things.
Sometimes I sit in the cold sky above the city in which I live, a city I love, and wonder what all the quiet people are thinking about. One need not wonder about those who speak a lot, for they broadcast their thoughts constantly. I wonder what people think about and keep to themselves, the sacred places their minds go when they are done attending to the world. The scriptures speak of treasure more valuable than the gold and silver of the earth. That treasure is the yearning of the quiet mind.
Like others I can’t help but be distracted. You’ve probably wondered already if I’ve used my gift of flight and powerful speed to take what isn’t mine. No, I do not steal, and as you may have gathered I try hard not to sin. There have been times when I’ve been tempted to forego the intractable red tape of this world which tries to ensnare me in its spider web, but so far I have been relatively patient. At least I think I have. The power of flight is a wonderful gift. I dare not trifle with petty theft.
Many people worship money, at least they used to. It is better to detach oneself and think of money as a necessary means to an end. After all the world would be a much better place if all goods and services were free. For this to happen everyone would have to agree to stop fighting and give freely of what they have, so I’m not holding my breath, but one can dream. A scripture about the kingdom of heaven comes to mind. “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all he has and buys that field.” All life is a treasure hunt, all the people children. The only catch is that once we find the treasure we are forced to let it go. The treasure is eternal, but it does not belong to us. We are commanded to deny ourselves and go without until the end.
Flying over the land at a great height it looks like a patchwork of fields. The buildings and houses appear small and insignificant, which alludes to the fact that one’s perspective is more important than one’s position. The buildings are not small, the land is not flat and inconsequential. Every house an eternal home, every building a gateway to heaven. We have all been laboring for the moment when life shall open to us and God shall welcome us inside to enjoy the real treasure forever. Until then we must be satisfied with blessings that feel like reminders of where we will be, hopefully, if we can stay the course. The overflowing goodness of an infinite wonderland, ever-alive with glory and power. The place reserved for those who have been reborn and who are careful to live like angels, caring, humble, and doing only good every day as if we are already there. I am the last one who should be preaching to the world at large. Possessing the power of flight does not make me angelic, however I love people and therefore must warn them. Each one of us must love God from a distance.
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