SHACK 603 NOT ON LOAN OR HIRE

The Good News Toady.

I am one of those who constantly says ‘my’ this or that. Actually I do not own anything. I have possessions but they either rot, I give them away, sell them or they dissolve. 

Actually my body isn't really mine either I was an event in which my parents copulated either intentionally or by mistake and this flesh body had no identity until it was taught who it was.  I didn't like my name, I was named Geoff instead of Joseph because in the Second World War my parents thought it mind sound Jewish.  Through my NDE I didn't want to come to Earth---there you go.

This beautiful body, not because of its physical beauty but because of its miraculous organisms and healing powers is a gift, I cannot hire another body or loan one to live in unless a clone or some parts replaced by surgery, then what am I, a sort of passenger, pilot, driver, tenant a mere dweller for a few years and then go to wherever I came from or maybe there is no place I came from. I'm a something from somewhere else.

We don’t own children we merely guide them, we don’t own anything or anyone, we are gifts and forms designed mysteriously and come and go miraculously.

Not even the largest star or planet that is in form for ever, all appears and goes and of course time is a scale that is irrelevant. A butterfly a week or two, a human varies from half an hour to one hundred and twenty years or so, a star several hundred thousand years or more and so on.

Oh why hang on? Clinging to make oneself last longer or immortal in flesh and material form, is just a waste of energy and that clinging is a false security and dependency and when the time arrives to depart there is a fear, indeed there is a fear throughout one’s life. Oh God one day I will die, not exist or will I exist, I must do everything I can to stretch that time out and delay the inevitable.

If I own a property, an idea, my wife, kids, car and bank account, my dog my life, my body, my worrying to preserve at all cost costs, and keep my status qua I am constantly trusting in my own abilities and capabilities and when my strength wanes, where do I turn to in my loss in strength and  in old age.

Maybe by acknowledging that everything is a gift, not even loaned or hired, there is no thing that is mine, mine is just a short term use of the gift and using it with love and care and realising that wherever the gift came from it was a gift, a present, something from somewhere created this gift body and all that came over the years, so as a gift I prefer to feel it an act of love from that Somewhere to me Somehow and that me is another Gift inside the Present, like the box within a box.

The fact that Someone from Somewhere gave me a gift of me and it is an act of Love makes the sojourn here wherever here is more bearable and may I say enjoyable. 

SHACK