Robert the Pilegrim said:
Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.
Micah 6:8
"And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."
Matt 22:37-40,
And [Jesus] said to him, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.
This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it,
You shall love your neighbor as yourself.
On these two commandments depend all the law and the prophets."
(see also: Mark 12:30 and Luke 10:27)
Zechariah 7:9-10
"This is what the LORD Almighty says: `Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. and do not oppress the widow or the orphan, the stranger or the poor; and do not devise evil in your hearts against one another."
"all the words in the old one seem utterly foolish"
Well, you are entitled to your opinion.
I have said it before and will say it again...... I see many beautiful things in Christianity and the bible. I would be a fool to say I don't see the same beauty in all religions. Exclusivity is a very ugly view to me, to me it only finds arrogance.
I don't find it odd that I find beauty in the words in all religions, I know we all contain these words.
The problem is these words become so "Godly" and beyond you they fail to exist within you. This creates the passivity I speak of.
You might find it odd that I say this as a man without any religion. I received a vision, the unfortunate part is that it is a vision that I am unable to share because of a certain moral obligation, and it's sheer magnitude. I fear you would never understand, for the words are my own; something I have promised never to impose upon another. Along with this vision came a second point that although I can say that it was Devine, it was not exclusive to me, this is the point I am proud to share.
This is the last part to my vision........
Angels talking to me, telling me mysterious things. I have to write these words down or possibly tell another of these miracles of angels that whisper in my ear. I realize I am afraid of what my mind tells me, that it means much more if it were angels that were telling me. Fear of being alone in my thoughts to discover what they hold. I too hear the voices of angels but I am not afraid to tell you that those words have always been there. You see we all have the voice of angels, it is our own. Some will never hear the voice. Some will hear the voice and believe it is an angel, even God speaking to them. Some will only listen to the voice. Some will share that voice.
The vision very clear tells that although what I witnessed might tell me I was choosen, it would be my arrogance that would say it was unique and only to me.
I understand the bible and the source of it's words, the source of it's beauty. I also understand with great hindrance and pain that when man spoke with the pureness of these words, they rang in the hearts of all men as if they were their own. Let the truth be known, they are.
At some point a primitive man saw these words as mystical to explain the unknown, he explained these words as coming from God. He preached these humble words and in his own arrogance forgot to be humble himself and became the messenger for God.
He truly loved and wanted "his" words to find everyones hearts. Where he failed as man was in preaching these words rather than teaching everyone to find these words within themselves.
Some will share that voice..... I struggle as you said history repeats itself, man sharing his love could not have forseen everything that has happened from these words.
Some will share that voice..... I will share a portion of my vision that helped me decide how to share that voice.
So simple yet so complex, a glimpse of truth. Overlapping bodies, size and time are trivial. Flying in a vast space and then diminishing into the smallest particle it all makes sense. Opposite imperfect struggling emotions instantaneously together in perfection. Emotions mirror mass, mass mirrors space, everything is one and the same and unique in it's own. How can something so vast diminish into a split second glimpse. Folded and overlapped and held up to my mind like a looking glass, but no matter how carefully unfolded it can't be put back together. The explanation mimics life, a simple cell put together with others to create bodies and miracles that put together create vast bodies. From the smallest particle to the vastness of space and the vastness of space to the smallest particle like the breath in my body. How can I share what can't be written... I can't... it was for me, it was my glimpse. I can only tell you how big you are when you feel so small, I can tell you that it is in you, all you have to do is ask and then listen.
Some will share that voice.... To you my words probably sound foolish, yet to me they are brilliant because they are the only way I was able to explain what I had witnessed. It is at that moment that I realized that my words are meaningless it is the voice that I must share. In an instant a monumental task diminished into a split second of clarity, just as everything in my vision had.
Undoubtedly the posts will begin about my craziness, however I do not care.
If I allow only one person to realize the voice that is within them and the power of that voice to provoke the collective of voices to establish the path towards witnessing God, it will have been worth it.
