The Day of Judgment

The day of judgement. What does it look like? I release the idea of God or a divine being as the judge of this incarnation of mine. On the other side awaits a mirror with my history of this life left behind. What did I do well? Where did I fuck up? Did I accomplish what I came here to do? Do I need to return for another round or am I good? This spirit of mine will be both the giver and receiver of judgment. I am responsible for all my choices, the beautiful and not-so-beautiful.

My body is the holy land, my spirit is the Messiah and the Mahdi. That which we await to arrive is waiting for us to create space so that it may enter.

This idea that there is some external being that will arrive and save us all is comedic. Even if this were true, do we think that with the current state of the collective mind, we would even recognize such an enlightened being? Why can't we simply be content with the enlightened ones who have already paid a visit? Ahhh, I get it, once the next one comes, then we will get our act together. Makes complete sense.

Always waiting for the next to make our move toward a better and healthier way of being, where all can flourish. There is no next. There is only this moment.