Holy what!?

Past -
“Mama, do you believe in god?” My son asked me this question when he was just past two-years old. I answered, “Yes, I do, but I don’t know what that means.” I told him that I didn’t believe in some old guy (white with a beard) up in the sky. That I did believe there is something, some unknowable something, that connects each of us to the all-that-is that is all around us. I said that I also believed that same all-that-is lives inside of us in our “love place”, which was our name for our heart and spirit, the place where we feel love.

Present -
A famous televangelist died recently. One of my very good friends said that he hoped there was a “special place in hell” for this supposedly Christian preacher who was famous for spewing sexist and bigoted views. My friend’s comment reminded me of a show I’m currently bingeing with a central male figure who kills anyone who makes the life of his current love interest difficult. It’s beyond an eye for an eye. It’s more of a cut off your head because you poked me in my eye sort of situation. It’s grotesque, and weirdly and guiltily satisfying.

Future -
If there is a God or Energy or Whatever, I believe it’s loving but exacting. Maybe instead of something like hell that preacher of poison will instead get pushed into a new incarnation as he hears the words “Do better!” loudly whispered into his ear. But God or Whatever help him if he hasn’t stepped up by the next time he circles the wheel.

Cinse Bonino
2023