I don't know if you can come up with more of a contrast between stress and serenity than a chat with God in a dentist's chair. This morning, while enjoying a root canal, my mind split in two. One part engaged in a conversation with the observer and the other with the experiencer. I had become a cartoon: a gigantic rapidly beating heart with hands and feet. I suddenly realized that I was smiling. OK, perhaps only on the inside, as the outside was a numb, puffy cavity crammed full of myriad unidentifiable sadistic looking instruments making sucking and hissing and buzzing sounds, none of which should have been comforting in any way.
In the midst of this angst ridden event, I asked God to help me discover my purpose for this life. The first thought that came up, was to write the book I had always wanted to write but didn't because of my belief that what I have to say has been said many times in many ways. But then God said, "but not YOUR way."
Well, God, I said. Are you serious? And God said, "no", and that's the point. Maybe the world would enjoy hearing from me. I think God was telling me that enlightenment has become entirely too serious. Just tell your story about your personal journey from your point of view.
So, although I don't know where this is going exactly, I'm going to listen to God. I figure God knows what s/he is talking about and who am I to disagree.
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