The clock beside my bed read 4:00 AM, then 4:09 AM, then 4:20 AM, and then I decided to not fight any longer. I have a deep and abiding Christian Faith. The only problem most people will have with it, I am not in sync with Rome or Wittenberg. I am more in line with those that Pope Innocent III and King Philip II of France tried to wipe from the planet.
As I have mentioned previously, I believe that God is the marriage of El and Asha-rah; God our Father, the provider and God our Mother, the nurturer. In addition, I believe that Jesus (Easa) of Nazareth and Mary Magdalene were married and had children. I believe in the divinity of both. I also believe that if you consciously listen and attune your hearing (it’s not always with our ears), you will hear them to this day giving us sermons about loving one another unconditionally and of peace. Doesn’t the Bible even tell us that he told us he would always be with us?
I am writing a new murder mystery with a working title of Three Angels. It is of a family in South Dakota of strong Scottish roots. The lead character also has a deep abiding Christian Faith that is askew of Rome. The journey of the novel is that the lead Character Alex Gunn learns that Easa has sent three guardian Angels of his murdered niece to help him find the person who was possessed with one of the Devils most evil and fowl demons. Here’s the kicker. I know the beginning and I know the end; but I have no clue what is going on between until Easa and Mary tell me what to write.
This morning at 4:00 AM, Mary started to whisper in my ear, “It’s time to get up, you old lazy bag of bones. You have a novel to write.” I kept ignoring the whispers until Easa came into focus and told me, “Remember your promise that you made to our Parents in Heaven, Hallowed be their names. Don’t you think that Mary has patient enough with my druthers instead of theirs?”
Who do I think I am? I am but a vessel, and earthly vessel. I was granted my stay on Earth for the glory of God and to be of service to my fellow “man”. I finally rolled out of my comfortable bed, showered and then sat down to write this; even before my first Cup-O-Joe. We need to remember who is really in charge; and they know better than we what is good for us. So, this day is dedicated to writing down what Mary tells me.