Dear Steele, I’ve been thinking about the language of God: creation. I wonder why we don’t say what a Godly person when we see an artist or a dancer, or some other creative person. You had such a respect for a artisans. When I think about someone like J. K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series, or many other authors, like Paulo Coelho, I think what a Godly person. I know some people say that magic stuff is ‘poison’ or even devil worship, but how could someone have such an imagination and not be close to God. To be able to create such worlds and fantasies with one’s imagination is the ultimate creative power. You must have to access some divine energy deep inside your soul to be able to write such things.
I have an artist friend who says concentrated creative energy can either be an agent of God or an agent of the Devil, depending on the vessel. So perhaps it is poison, but perhaps the authors that tell these fantastical stories simply visited those worlds before in previous incarnations and simply recalled memories that remained with them; like a flashback from another life, and we are missing the adventure because we don’t believe.
I wonder if we have not only lost our intuition, but also our imaginations. We usually only see God in a person, or say that a person is Godly when we see them going to church regularly, being very ‘religious’ in a traditional sense, or those sorts of things. It’s like we can’t bring ourselves to see God in other people unless they have had an alter call at some point in their lives. It’s like how we are always looking for miracles somewhere ‘out there’, but we never reflect on the miracle of the breath of life; or the miracle of a butterfly; or the miracle of photosynthesis; or the miracle of the human body.
When I think about your life, I think, what a Godly person. It’s amazing to me how one person could live their life with such consistency. Everyone from every stage of your life speaks about you with such consistency. Even the individuals, who have just gotten to know you in your death, can relate to your aura and glean the same truths about you that others speak about. That seems a bit unusual; when I think of my life; it’s full of such transition, a constant metamorphosis.
I wish I had the creative power to speak to the wind or to weave a tapestry with the ocean and desert sands. Before you died you said God wanted you to write a software for him. You didn’t specify whether it was in heaven or earth, but I guess we know the answer to that now. I wonder what sort of things you both are creating up there together. It must be like a kindergarden class, where anything is possible and nothing stands between you and your imagination. That is real freedom. If only I could be free; able to access that divine energy deep inside me and create my destiny out of my wildest imaginings.