The care that Providence exercises over life is evident: that expression that palpitates in this part of the Universe, and that makes us special, extraordinary, exceptional. Although later, when it concentrates on beings of humanity, it can become torment, anguish, anxiety, sadness...; but also, emotion, enthusiasm, joy, purposes.
And that provision of resources for life also seems to us -according to our conscience- very unequal, very disproportionate.
Depending on where that human being living manifests, it will go through a series of very different vicissitudes.
As a globalised culture develops, the most persistent expression is discontent, at any stratum.
The Prayerful Call influences our mood, spirit, which turns our consciousness into a complaint, a rictus, a position of discomfort, of apathy.
The complaint is established in every situation -under a justification, of course-... and makes of the being an appearance. Because to the extent that the anima, the spirit -the mood, the humour, love- is clouded, it is unsettled by that complaint... which is the result of "truth" consciousness that each one has, and that tries in one way or another to impose it or to impose itself…
The Praying Call becomes ‘Soul-ed‘. And in its 'souled‘ doing, it claims Loving "in the image": in the imagery and likeness in which Creation loves us.
That souled being is the daily spirit, the spirit of relationship, the spirit of coexistence, the spirit of doing.
And if that 'souled' spirit is not in tune with the extraordinary consciousness of living, then humour-love becomes confused... and indifferent and 'de-terminating' positions are assumed.
Thus, one enters into an Odysseyc ‘living-with’, ‘being-with’: of odyssey, of tragedy and drama. As if each being -universe that it is- were disconnected, un-braided, frayed.
We progressively lose the awareness that life, living, is communion, is contact, is radiance, is vibration, is harmony.
And in this course of humanity, in a generic way, the sensation is that... what has been done, lived, experienced, philosophies, religions, customs... have contributed little.
Perhaps, from the beginning, they were put at the service of interests, customs, philosophies, religions... and made every being interested: looking for interests, income, profits, production... -it can be said in many ways, but in any case, in relation to personal idiosyncrasy-.
And to the extent that this demand was not satisfied, experiences and events were accumulated and accumulated, leaving slippery sediment.
And the being looked down.
And the light did not come. The shadow... the shadow was there.
And so, this attitude, this way of being, was created.
That way of being that does not value the Providential. That way of being that neglects its structure that abandons its hope. And, of course, it does not take responsibility for what it damages.
Assuming the evidence that we are in tune, and that each position affects the rest. See "the rest" as "what is not me". It already sounds bad. But being seems to go like this.
The Prayerful Call shows us that, in this seeking, in this determination to make events to our liking, we find ourselves, we are found and we are shown what we are. And in seeing ourselves we discover ourselves with the necessary talents to modify our positions, to re-evaluate our being, to reconsider our silences, our words.
We can say that everything is wrong or everything is right, or we can say: "As usual"; as if we were conscious of a boring, dull and useless eternity. "As usual".
It is not of prayerful honour to submit eternity -"always"- as a vulgar custom.
It is easy to become aware that "normal", "as usual" is bad. "Bad" in the sense of deterioration. It is a grimace. And the theoretically "good" is a fiction, virtual.
These parameters stagnate the consciousness. They make the being a lousy representative of the species.
Denying one's gifts, events, resources, is, in on top of hitting oneself, to hit -by tuning- at everything. "To everything".
The Prayerful Call urges us, to be true, true expressions of a Creative Breath, of a souled soul that recognises its gifts, that puts them at the service, not the attitude of dominance.
It has been –and it is- customary to postpone and postpone and postpone the willingness to promote oneself in the creative, innovative, enthusiastic sense! -that also exists-.
The norms that are used and established as "truths" are characteristics that stain our relationships and harmony with Creation.
And somehow, every being tends -tends- to feel creator, to feel like an individual, to feel separate, distant.
If that becomes "popular", the population is contradicts, it rubs up against itself.
The closeness becomes harsh.
That is not the image that the breeze gives us: that, in its invisible course, presents itself unimpeded. That is not the image that 'Dawn-in love' gives us: what is born for the love of Creation. That is not the image that envelops us as a place of the Universe that is cared for, that is looked after, that is pampered.
How eloquent is silence. It is undoubtedly the verb of the Eternal. It reveals us, at the same time as it gives us the opportunity to show our sonority. And so, to recreate, recreate and recreate life, based on harmonies.
While the Providential Creation pours itself to the souled, to show it the reasons for that immeasurable Love, what is created seems... seems to be elusive; indolent as well as arrogant.
To retreat soulfully into the mood of humour that makes us flow sincerely.
Giving oneself the opportunity to be without complaint. Giving oneself the option of prosperity of spirit.
To encounter with oneself, discovering inter-pendent with all creation.
Amplify this awareness of custom, of rule, of norm, of power, of domination, of control... and enter into the communion of communication, of the understood, of the comprehended, of care... care... care...