Them

​I love Jesus and Mary. That’s what I told a new friend, the other night. Right away he said how speaking that meant I believed in a messianic reality, which I enjoyed and kind of laughed at. My love for Jesus and Mary has nothing to do with a messianic blah blah or any other type of belief system. It has to do with my experience. When I was tiny, like 2 or 3, I was under my sheets in bed. I remember feeling like I was in outer space but super tiny. Like I was a spec of stardust but also giant, like I took up the whole of the universe. It was a tiny hugeness. I felt peaceful, grounded, and alive. Safe. Somewhere in my sweet little kid mind, that was an experience of god.
 
My love for Jesus and Mary doesn’t mean to me love for christianity or for a building or a belief system. It’s love for these beings that are big and loving and powerfully cool. I remember when I first started meditating, *tuning* in to “them.” It’s strange to me that the Buddha is cool as compassion but Jesus and Mary aren’t as love. I know I know, so damn much shit has gone down in the name of Jesus ~ it totally sucks. I hate it. But even if those bible thumping peoples who use it to hate actually read the actions of those beings, they’d be stilled. It is never about exclusion or hatred. It’s always about inclusion, healing, compassion, forgiveness, tenderness, and simple simple love. Can I get an amen? Can I get an OM?