
On the First Day, God said “I am a three-headed monster, a four-toed sloth, five stars, seven heavens, and fifty ways to leave your lover. I am without guile in my slinky nighty and seductive poses. There’s little doubt what I want. And no question I will get it.”
And as soon as I could, I responded.
“Wow! Is there anything I can do for you?” I may have seemed a little obsequious and I was afraid it was too late.
“Relax,” God said. “You don’t have to sign up—the long arm of evolution conscripted you before time. You’re conscious of being conscious, but you’re distracted by abstractions of yourself. Let me ask you this: Will the eyes of your eyes stay open even as it appears there is nothing left to see?”
Will the eyes of my eyes stay open?
“Probably not,” I confessed. “I don’t even know if they’re open now.” I felt pathetic admitting this, but with God, it’s better to be honest than make promises you can’t keep.
“Do you know what I’ll say on the Last Day?” God asked.
I shook my head.
“Hello, gorgeous,” God said. “I’ll say hello gorgeous. I’ll say hello elements. Hello reformation. Hello darkness. Hello light. I’ll tell myself who I AM again. For your sake. And for mine.”
“And when, exactly, will that be?” I asked, thinking it would be nice to be ready.
God looked at me with sympathy. “Well, for me, it’s Now. And always. First and last are the same to me. But for you, it’s indeterminate. You can decide or it will be decided.”
“But couldn’t you give me a hint?” I begged. “I want to look my best.”
“That’s the spirit!” God exclaimed, beaming. “Look your best.”
“You’re conscious of being conscious, but you’re distracted by abstractions of yourself.” Very cool!
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Wow, D. Up early?? Thanks. Glad to hear from you.
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I have a big day today and so I thought I should ground myself. So I curl up in the couch with my cat and sip my coffee and Visit with an Honest God 😉
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Brave and dangerous choice. Just look your best. The rest will all work out.
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It reminds me of one of my favorite Saturday Night Live lines from so far back that I will no doubt misquote. But, it went something like this:
Darling, it doesn’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look, and you look gorgeous.”
Thanks Rita.
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Thanks, Annie. Ah…the eyes of the beholder. I like a nice, positive, beholder who sees through the scruffy hair and sagging skin to my intent to be gorgeous. Don’t we all intend to be gorgeous?? xoxox
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