You Asked for Weird, so Here You Go…
I had so many things to say, I wrote them all down last night, and now this morning they have all been erased. Gone. “But I was so attached to those ideas, I loved them, I used beautiful descriptors but they’re all gone.”
“Let them go.”
When this happens, I always wonder why God didn’t want the words written, they were from my heart, they were full of strong words and energy, but in an instant they are gone.
“Let them go.”
I guess I was meant to write something else.
Letting go of “sin” is harder than falling into sin.
This is about to get really weird.
Do you believe that demons roam across the earth? I have never spoken of this, because it is a little too bizarre. The forces of the material world have done everything to hide the demons in our midst from us, since how can you run a modern society if there are demons mucking things up as they suck our low vibrational feelings of loss and fear. You should go see a psychiatrist.
So I met my demon in the 1960’s, when I was ten, while standing in front of a Howard Johnson restaurant, on Route 302, surrounded by red clay, shanties and fields of cotton in rural Georgia. My family was returning from a road trip to Florida, and we stopped for breakfast. I was outside, by myself, waiting for my family to emerge.
It happened suddenly and without notice, it was a stealthy act, of a an old experienced hand of the game. Before I could hardly notice, he had leapt onboard. I know, I know, you doubters; just stew in the constraints of your doubt. Boy, I would like to return to that spot in time to see the replay.
So over the years, this demon has led me on a sinful path, one that he enjoyed as much or more than I did. I was his willing vehicle. He was well behaved and he slept most of the time, until he awoke to rage and folic by using my imaginings for his own.
We shared in “sin” that freed me from the monotony and boredom, that freed me for just a moment from the fear, doubt and negativity of the world. He knew his craft and I actually still like him very much. Over fifty years is a long time to harbor a fugitive within. I love him and care for him even though he is strangling me. I’m glad he sleeps a lot.
So, a few weeks ago, I was finally led to ask my Father and Mother to remove the influence and power of the demon over me. God said he|she would destroy the demon on my behalf. I was mortified because I still love the Demon. So I asked instead for God to allow me, through his|her power to transmute the demon within myself instead. I asked God to allow me to carry this transmuted demon within me into the glory of heaven.
I warned you it was weird.
So here we are, me and my beloved, ancient demon, waiting to ascend to heaven together, because of the love and mercy of God and me as One. Because of the presence of the Mother within me. I am still a little apprehensive of how this relationship will work out.
Yet, in this moment, I pray that through me, God will restore the Demon to his natural estate, and return him to the presence and love of the One.
Aren’t you tired of roaming the earth? You are ready to go right? Won’t you come with me and within me into the presence of God? Father, thank you for transforming him in this moment through my words, attached to your power. By the way, since you are going to continue to be hanging around, what is your name?
This reminds me of a story I heard about Spiderman and the Symbiotes…
Anything is possible within the love of God.