Stranger in a Strange Land

I Am a Stranger in a Strange Land.

I’m not from this world. I’m from another one. It’s not one that you can point to or stick a flag in, which makes it hard to describe to the people here. But when I close my eyes… and remember. Then I see it. Then, for a moment… just briefly… I’m Home.

It can be a little depressing getting homesick here. I keep trying to recreate my Home here on earth. To find it somewhere in the dirt. To create Heaven or “my father’s house” here on this mortal coil. Make the dust match the light. But... it’s impossible. They are two different things and that… that’s okay, I guess. In fact, it’s beautiful. Like a magic mirror. Seeing two worlds at once, the one behind my eyes and the one in front of them. It’s just a little hard to balance sometimes. The dust gets in your eyes and makes it hard to see the Light.

At some moment existing beyond this lifetime, my Anam Cara and I decided to have another go. We decided to come to this rock (again) and remind the people here what our real Home is like. To share a little of that joy with the world. To build the Kingdom of Heaven using dirt and grass and water and light. Somewhere along the way, after I slid down that crazy slide and came out cold and hungry in the blinding light, completely dependent on this world to survive in it, I managed to get lost. One of the things I dislike the most is dependency, or lack of Freedom. I resent being trapped here... so far from Home. But I remember that I chose to come. Chose bravely to venture here. Those Anam Cara of mine, soul brethren, they remind me. We remind each other now and again. We’re on a mission. A quest.

Lately my memory has been fuzzy, blurred with the dust getting kicked up around me in these turbulent times on Earth. A few things come through clear though…

I know I came here to help. To remind. To create love and lift others out of the mud, brush them off and carefully introduce them to a glimpse of my Home. But I got that simple Truth mixed up with the illusions, the demons, that I picked up along the way. When I splattered into the mud at first and stood up, ready to do my part in spreading love, the demons that dwell here saw me coming. They… knew. Knew who I was and what I was capable of doing here. And so they followed me, latched on… convinced me of a few powerful illusions.

They had me believe that I needed to be rich in order to do my work, in order to rescue others (namely those closest to me, my family, etc) from the ills of poverty and oppression. In order to be happy, I thought, I had to be Big. I felt I had no choice but to play their game. But… it’s such a silly, primitive game. Money. In order to eat (to have the right to exist here), they make you play the game. They create imaginary chits that grant you access to food and toys in this world. In order to get the chits, you have to join their machine and be a good cog and do what you’re told. If you refuse, they remove you from the game board or let you starve. What a silly game. These demons have made people forget that no one “owns” food. It grows right out of the ground! You don’t have to eat/destroy other creatures (or people) to eat and live! You just cherish the ground you walk on and it will feed you! Ha! It’s so simple yet… we get convinced that it’s more fun to play the chits game, even if it weakens the soul and makes us miserable. Makes us forget about our Home.

ARGH! I want to rage at the games they force us to play! I want to overturn the tables in the Temples of this world and scold them for bowing to these demons! For telling lies to others about my Home. They told me these lies once too. And I believed them, for a time.
They made up a story about the gate being locked. About other silly games and rituals you have to do in order to get back in. Ha! Can you imagine? They actually convince us that our Home is not our own, but belongs to some angry cosmic being that demands tribute in order to let us inside! Ludicrous! But I remember…

I remember there is no such barrier to Heaven. There is no such judgment. These are earthly concepts. Human ideas used to control. To punish. To keep some in power and others in poverty.

This is a strange land.

I don’t need these illusions. They might be fun for others, those who have lessons yet to learn from them. But I’m bored with them. I’m ready to remember my Home all the time. To keep it there, behind my eyelids, while I go about spreading it around on Earth as much as possible. Times, they are a-changin’ here on this rock. People need to hear about our Home. Need to be reminded that this place we call Earth, the loving mother from whose body the dust of our bones and the water of our blood sprang forth… she’s sick. She’s dying. We are killing her. Mostly because we are Homesick, trying to fill the void where the memory of our Home should be. We’re lonely in that void.

I think I’m done. I think I’m done playing the game, at least for the wrong reasons. I’m ready to remember. Ready to walk across this strange land with Home in my mind and in my heart. Ready to make art, tell stories, shoot video, sing songs, and love like the Child of Light and the Son of Man that I am. For me and not for Them. Sure, I'll give Ceasar his due, if only to run amok in his kingdom and remind others. But the rest I keep for me. For those I love... which is everyone. Everyone who is lost in the dust storm, forgetting.
It's for me, and for them, that I remember. I remember that Heaven is already here. We just have to See it. And that is a constant choice in every moment. Each moment allows us to forget again. But... then I remember again.
And the Universe giggles.
And I'm Home.

I remember. Do You?