The Ten Suggestions

Yesterday, Big Fella handed me a tattered scrap of paper and said, “Could you take a look at this?”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just some ideas I’ve been rolling around in my head forever. Need a new set of eyes. I’ll pay you.”

Me, edit for God? I was honored. I should know better.

TEN SUGGESTIONS FOR A HAPPY LIFE

You might want to stop worshipping anything or anyone that promises an easy life. Suffering and death are part of the plan. I am the Process. Love is the whole story.

It’s foolish to imagine Me in your own image. Embrace Mystery.

Cuss and swear all you want, but if you do something cruel, selfish, or hateful, do not claim to be doing it for or with Me. That’s ridiculous and offensive.

It’s wise to rest in the majestic beauty of creation. You will thus be renewed.

Being kind and respectful to those who cared for you as a child is good practice. They weren’t perfect, but then, who is? Individuate but don’t be nasty about it.

Killing each other is a terrible idea.

Try to keep your promises. For instance, if you pledge monogamy, don’t sneak around having sex with others. This is a very hurtful form of lying.

Don’t take or damage what isn’t yours (and by the way, the earth isn’t yours). Own as little as possible. Pay your taxes. Be as just and fair as you can.

Always tell the truth. No cheating.

Jealousy will make you miserable and prone to stealing, lying, cheating, killing, and denying love. Endeavor to be content.

I handed the paper back. “Pretty good. A little bossy and repetitive.”

Big Fella shrugged. “Maybe I could shorten it, but it’s a road map to a well-lived life. You simply need to choose the most loving possible choice every time you move, think, or act, even if it involves a little sacrifice or self-control. Is that too much to ask?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Way, way too much!”

“I knew it!” Big Fella exclaimed and threw down his hat. “That’s what I was afraid of when I introduced consciousness.”

I picked up the hat, intending to hand it back and say something reassuring about the editing process, but Big Fella was gone and in his place were three newborn kittens. I moved toward them but then realized they weren’t kittens. They were unexploded bomblets from a cluster bomb. My heart sank. I knew I had to try to defuse them.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Big Fella whispered.

 “I’m afraid,” I whispered back.

“I know,” Big Fella said. “I’m right here.”