In terms of the world, you simply do not have enough information to go on, yet you have had the idea that you are to know all the why’s and wherefore’s of life, as if explanations are owed you. No matter how many times you may come up against the idea that you cannot have all your questions in the world answered to your satisfaction, nevertheless, you still hold onto the idea that the world must serve itself up to you and tell you everything you want to know in a respectful manner.
There are matters in the world that you just have to take for granted. You aren’t Sherlock Holmes who can put everything together and so solve all that you want solved. The world does not give you all the answers. This is hard for you to accept. Beloveds, you just can’t change the lay of the land according to your desires.
Of course, on some level hidden to you, you do know all the answers. The thing is that you don’t know how to quite reach the answers. You want to understand everything. You want to plow through life with all your lights on, yet you are not quite plugged in as yet. You know, and don’t know, and you are eager to know with certainty all that which you don’t know. And that’s a lot, of course, for, in the world, everything is in process of change.
Anyway, half the answers your conscious mind will not accept anyway because the answers may cut against the grain of what you call right. You like to make demands on life. Life dances a different tune from what you consider appropriate and acceptable.
Death of the body is a fact of life. No matter the evidence, the concept of the body’s death is difficult for you to accept. You are sure that this is not the way life is supposed to be. You want your picture of life in the world to be your ideal.
The fact is that life, the way it is now, is how it appears to you whether you like it or not. Life is not intended to be a sure thing. You expect life to be otherwise. And so you resist and even fight life as it is, as if life is unlawful and its edicts must be changed to suit your idea of what life is supposed to be.
You have life, beloveds, as it is, and you have a certain bias towards what you see. You tend to argue with life day and night. You are in an uproar. All the while, you take heartache very seriously. Here today and gone tomorrow is a theme of life everyone has to deal with. The quality of permanency isn’t of this world. The temporary aspects of this world are something that may have been hard for you to forgive Me for. You perceive separation everywhere regardless of what I say.
At the same time, you know you can’t freeze life. Your children grow before your very eyes. You grow as well, and sometimes you see your growth as a decline. Your frequent cry is: “Why does life have to be like this?”
You may wish you could pull out a drawer entitled a certain year, and that you could rifle through that year as it was. You might like to pick up your 22-year old son as he was when he was 2 years old and the apple of your eye, as he sucked his thumb and adored you. You want to rifle through that time and have it back, and you want some of the fruits of the present years as well.
And sometimes you are irreconcilable at the orneriness of life as perceived and arbitrated through your eyes.
