What if when the children of Israel came to meet their God in the desert, after experiencing multiple traumas: after nine plagues of darkness then the death of the firstborn, and the wailing of mothers in the night; after being trapped before the red sea, huddling with their terrified children as they watched, the black tide of Pharaoh’s chariots, descending from the hills, coming to slaughter them; after the fearsome miracle of violent winds and the sea peeling open and them running through the mud, trying to help the children and old ones, with seething waters leaning in above them and then suddenly crashing in behind to drown the screaming horsemen, that instead of then meeting their God on a burning mountain with thick darkness and shrill blaring horns… they were greeted with an angelic feast? What if beautiful beings walked amongst them, comforting them, laughing with them, celebrating their deliverance from 400 years of cruel enslavement?

And what if Moses never left them alone to climb into the dark and meet God, but stayed, and walked amongst them, showing kindness, encouraging them, speaking God’s fathomless Love? What if the earth never violently split open and swallowed them for wildly celebrating that they were at last a free people? What if they were so joyous that they just had to throw off their clothes and dance with the passion of children for all that had just transpired? What if angels danced with them, laughing uncontrollably in the bliss of their deliverance? What if God never shook the earth to make them tremble, threatening that if even an animal should touch the holy mount it must be stoned, but rather came to them like a wind of Light, gently waking all sleepers with lightness of being, with ecstatic music, in refeshing showers of Love, creating gladness in every heart, comforting the wounded, melting away trauma, singing Love into their bones?

We know now that fear can never birth peace nor lasting goodness. Only Love makes us free and open, compassionate, forgiving and true. Did God need to learn this: or is it us, the ones who continue to honor ancient stories that create suspicious divisions and fear of the divine, dividing humanity and propagating pride? The warrior era, when tribes savagely fought each other to survive, is long gone. We need new stories for a new world so we can live in a profound peace, with hearts wide open to all mankind and the One Pure Source of Existence that is forever harmonious and beautiful, holding 100 billion galaxies in One Infinite, Open Heart: loving all people, cherishing all people, in all people… forever.


About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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