What a curious glory,
A baffling kind of love,
That pulls our eyes from beauty
And turns them up above;
In what strange morality
— And to what foggy ends —
Are we to love our enemies
While hating kin and friends;
What an odd philosophy,
What bizarre point of view,
To bless the blind and credulous
And call presumption “true;”
What a precarious notion,
What an unlikely guess,
That the kingdom is invisible
And this world value-less;
What a sad psychology
That looks on human kind,
Ignores all strength and virtue,
But smallest fault will find;
What unhappy Utopia
What grim ideal of loss,
To raise the holy martyr
And love the hanging cross;
And what a strange presumption
To say with certainty
That in moral perfection
This God we all can see;
A God who curses fig trees,
Tortures Job for show and tell,
Creates us sick with sin, and then
Commands us to be well;
A God who tells the father
To kill his only son,
Then carries out this evil law,
And called the Loving one;
This strange God strains my conscience,
His ways are not my own,
His nature is not natural,
He lives not in my bone;
For love of good and wisdom,
Of children and of wife,
Spare me your strange God’s teachings
Of the glories after life.
I recommend to you reading the work of what one can rightly call, upon a thorough examination, an “enlightened being” – more contemporary than most associated with the term, and certainly, of all authors who are genuine in such a claim.
His name is Dr. David R. Hawkins. He, like you a way, had an intense interest in wisdom, goodness, truth and the reality of things. His interest led him upon a path not unlike of which you have so far walked. Then to read a little of his life, and to see the quite extraordinary events that occur later on, may be of good use for you. On my now many hours-long investigation of your website, I believe I can safely make such a recommendation.
His books, “Truth vs. Falsehood”, “Power vs. Force” and “I: Reality and Subjectivity”, if given a genuine read, may be of a great value to you now and in the future.
I do not lightly say these words to you – for you truly have the makings of one who would find use in these things.
Peace be with you.