Life on planet earth, if we look down from above, it’s a roiling, toiling, boiling mess. From down below it’s even worse, believe me, I’m down here in the mud with you! Of course we’ve all heard the New-Agey idea that there’s a greater purpose to all this, a planetary evolution guided by a magnanimous hand. But if there is some grander scheme to it all, how the heck do we access it in these trying (no terrible) times?!
None of us can see the whole picture, but some of us suspect that there’s a grande scheme to this enigmatic design, one that’s unavailable to our five senses. The mystics have always known the cosmos as a sea of divine potential, an ocean of infinite possibility from which the cosmos itself was born. But where is this sea of infinite possibility in these trying (no disastrous) times? Where the heck is it?!
And where are our cosmic helpers when we really need them? What are those smarty-pants-know-it-all guides doing “up there” anyway? Snoozing in the cosmic way station? Haha! It seems to me that these guru-guides are withholding important information, like how to get ourselves out of this giant (no gigundo) mess! If they’re so darned all-knowing, why aren’t they showing up to help us out when we need them the most?
I don’t know about you, but I got pretty fed up waiting for some kind of “divine intervention,” so I took matters into my own hands (never a good idea). I went outside and screamed to no one in particular, “Ok you smarty-pants of the cosmos, if you’re so darned know-it-all, then how the heck are we going to fix this giant mess?”
I didn’t really expect anything to happen, let alone get some kind of answer. But just then – BOOM – (loud crack of thunder) – yikes! It could have been the approach of a seasonal storm, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I knew I’d been more than a bit feisty with the gods (eek!) so I ran inside just in case.
That was the mere beginning. You should see what I discovered inside my teacup the next morning. Stay tuned!