Living is a journey. And, consequently, each step implies a new happening.
It implies different perspectives... although it is true that, in this evolution of humanity, powers, influences and impositions have been erected, which make transiting, transit, immovable blocks... that the powers move from one place to another... but do not change, do not rethink, "that they feel safe under the protection of power"; permanently dependent on aid, arrangements, by customs, norms... "Dependents".
These are Stockholm syndromes camouflaged.
"Yes, it hurts me, but it gives me a salary, it gives me unemployment benefit, it gives me the vital minimum. Yes, it doesn't give me opportunities, but... I'm getting by”.
And meanwhile, the renewal transit... remains frozen.
And when, at times, for some time, due to circumstances, it melts and becomes living water that has to overcome difficulties, seek shelter, but follow the course of the fall towards the ocean of Love, then these are already decided steps that depend on Providence. That they no longer depend on any government, any power, any rule, any law!
"The Prayerful Call”. Now... now that we are moving towards other steps, now that we have lived through different moments -because of the rhythms, the circumstances-... we must invoke ourselves to listen to Creation, so that our creativity, our courage... may be capable of promoting, suggesting and proposing different and necessary alternatives.
To move like water, that does not disdain any space. That knows how to adapt and does not lose its identity! It does not abandon its promises! It is a faithful quencher of thirst. It is faithful to our cleanliness. It is a faithful supporter of our structure. It does not abandon us. It does not despise us. It does not change us...
And, being water..., we fight each other, we detach ourselves, we disproportion ourselves...
The Prayerful Call… prepares us. It prepares the ground for our "footprints". It indicates to us with its suggestions where we should walk. It makes us look, at every step, not at our feet or at the ground, but at the stars, thus our reference is not our wills or whims, but the loving and enamoured feelings, that do not assure us, that do not guarantee us, but that they are in a permanent care and... shelter.
But vanity… that, as the saying goes, "is a bad weed that poisons all footprints" -in reference to footprints- concentrates us on our whims, our desires, our facilitations.
We have not arrived to this incredible Universe, to give a channel to the receptacles that have received us!, of customs, norms, laws, mandates, obligations... and learned whims that are not even our own!
We have come to show the greatness of Creation!
We have come to this Universe... to express ourselves extraordinarily, exceptionally, and incredibly!
No justifications are allowed.
What can one say to the Creator Mystery, when it fills us with possibilities, and we opt for vulgarities? What a shame!
But the being tends to conform to its indignity... and ends up believing its own proposals, which are nothing more than repetitions of the powers that overwhelm and... appear as the appropriate and saving paths.
Do we have to wait...? Do we have to wait for the demolition, the eviction and... the despair, to realise which is the true star?
Does one have to fall into the repeated consistency of what others and others failed and did, to realise other profiles...? That, no doubt, any of them become difficult!... because the mould that humanity has followed is powerful...
But it is powerful in its ghetto; in its ghetto of salaries, profits, belongings, possessions....
It can't get out of its walls!
Living cannot be subjected!, to a known practice and an established security: the one with a roof...; the one that does not want to see the stars...; the one afraid of unrecognised effort...; the one that aspires to "the bird in the hand"... and does not dare to fly.
This prayerful journey demands of us... -as the slogans of the year say-reconsideration, renewal, rehabilitation and project ourselves!... under the dignity of life in the Universe.
I live in the Universe! I don't live in such and such a street, in such and such a country, in such and such a place!...
Why being that so obvious... is it buried, and the subject is reduced to its ghetto of belonging and power, to its domain of its little... "obituary"?
No! That is not the mandate of the stars. No. That is not the light... of dark matters and dark energies that do not punish, but rather expand! No. That is not the message of the small visible light that illuminates us.
And this is how the Prayerful Call insists on us... because the power of the human self has become refractory and resistant, recalcitrant and dominating, rational and... "secure".
Have you ever seen it?: "secure".
How the laughter of the Creator Mystery must be, when the human being seeks security, tranquillity, the small possession, domination of what it knows or what it has…
Yes. He laughs in silence.
Meanwhile the being of humanity sometimes answers by saying: "Yes, but in everyday life it is necessary"... and so on and so forth.
Then it looks for the root of the anchorage of matter, of health insurance, of burial insurance, of insurance for... house, food and shelter.
We need to sigh more. Yes, and in the sigh, try to get rid of that maniacal position of belonging, of possession, of being safe. It's scary to hear someone saying, "being safe"!
"I am right, if I say that I was brought, that I was endowed, and that I was pushed.
I was brought, endowed, and pushed. And I am still being pushed!
But I do not belong to myself.
Intermediate... I am, and my footprints are not mine; they belong to the one who carries me.
Consequently, there is no claim or demand... There is grace, there is astonishment, when I feel that they find me, and they give me possibilities, and push me, and hinder me, and mislead me...
But the beat of hope... it beats!, even, if those who have a "safe" heart laugh at it.
But when we know that our heartbeat is not ours, but they are kisses and kisses sculpted by Creation, specifically addressed to each one of us, so that we may be revealing, innovative, dedicated testimony!...".
In this way we do go in the direction of the Universe. In this way we are ready to serve.
Yes! The service to the Great, to the Mystery; the one that places us in exceptionality, not in "serving me"...
I am permanently served so that I may be an equivalent servant...
For me to listen to the word, but not to listen to my own words.
To listen to chance, to listen to circumstance, to listen to the unforeseen, to listen to surprise, the gift...
The feeling of being chosen for something extraordinary!... How can I give up?
What do I have of my own, to be able to say yes or no?... if it turns out that they are taking me, and if they let me go, I disappear!
The prayerful breath is... the help. It is the drive, the orientation: the one that allows us to meditate; the one that makes us brave; the one that takes away our desires!... and vibrates us in love; the one that allows us to admire, to contemplate... the passing of all that surrounds us!... and to be able to place ourselves in the frequencies offered, not in the preferred desires imposed on us by others... that have failed, that do not want to see us in different positions and do want us to repeat their incapacities.
Life today demands virtuosity. It demands subtlety. It demands details. It does not accept... we cannot accept permanent justifications!, camouflaged lies...
If we really feel "liberated", we cannot accept anything established.
We must inspire... and be inspired by creative suggestions; we must know how to adapt ourselves to the forces that, humanly speaking, only think about possession.
Knowing how to keep the necessary!... tone of voice, and on the right level, so as not to fall into the rational justification: the one that always ends up "ending"; which has a vocation for extermination: "Enough, enough, enough! I can't! Enough, enough!
A destructive racism!... that changes from ruin to ruin.
The liberating breath is a fresh air... that rises. It is a tireless breath of fidelities. It's a constant enabling, of impossibilities.
But they do claim, "freedoms": those that powers give and take away; that seem to be in our hands. Permanent temptations of... "me, me, me, me, me, me, me"... "I, I, I, I"...
It is necessary to delve into having mercy on us!... to unload from us the covers that are imposed on us, that we impose on ourselves!
That Mercy which is permanently poured out on each one of us, thanks to which we awaken, we dawn in love... to the new footsteps of the one who leads us, who pushes us, who surprises us.