Unaware of what I was getting myself into, I jumped in one of those motorcycle taxi things. I had no idea that such a contraption could travel so fast. Honestly, it felt like the damn thing was going to fall to pieces at any moment. When we finally arrived at the center of the city, my stomach was destroyed. Once we stopped, I went behind a small building and threw up. Everyone was worried about me. I was worried about myself. Then it happened, I realized that there were millions of people swarming around me. I forgot about my stomach. As we walked further, I turned to a friend and said, “Isn’t this beautiful?” With a depressed look in his eyes, he turned to me and said, “Isn’t it depressing that most of these people are going to hell?”
“I don’t believe in hell?” I wish I could have said it. Unfortunately, I was too afraid. In time, my beliefs evolved. Eventually, I came to see God as the creator and lover of all. God’s love is never extinguished. There is no separation from God. To be absent from the body is to be immersed in the love of God. Love is ours for all of eternity.
God is a Universalist.
Such beliefs are always tested.
We are so terrified of believing.
Late one night, I watched an interview with Charles Manson. From the moment the show started, I was terrified of him. Manson is/was evil incarnate. If there was a hell, he would be at the front of the line.
God stands in the way.
Earlier today, I was notified that Manson had died. My first thought was, “I’m glad that piece of shit is gone.” Before I drowned in such misguided thoughts, I ran back to God. My heart changed.
Theologies of love found me.
Love called Manson home.
Love will sustain Manson.
Love will be all that Manson will ever need.
There is no hell.
There is only Love.
He is a beloved child of God.
Charles Manson: Son of God.