Listen oh bended ear to what I have to say. The message is simple, and something you heard before. You think it trite, but it is Love, in it’s multiple forms. Amid this, your problems, even your denial of God, the Almighty, the Creator, the Source. In full rebellion, you have scattered. Take into account your beginnings, pure, a blank slate, amid an abundant garden, before outside forces led you astray. They coveted your gifts, and hated you. The first Man, and the first Woman, whether thought of as symbolic, in metaphoric terms, or quite literally, for whatever perspectives would comprehend a watered-down history, muddied, trampled upon. Innocence raped by the wicked. A fanged serpent. A parasite. He could pose as pope (God said so), take your money and promise salvation, and the very worst, you would believe it. Do not bow to any man. Each book, each script, to include scripture, was filtered, or more specifically edited and stifled your abilities to discern your connections with God, putting in the middle so-called required intercessors, conniving to sideline your souls, your creativity, your inspiration, your hope. Think. To what aim? If you do not grasp even a note of the eternal song which plays on multiple frequencies, all the radio and TV stations, it only means that you haven’t listened, you have stuffed your ears, too busy with whatever distractions, temptations came your way. They have littered your homes, thrown and broken your furniture in vicious storms and war. You cannot deny song makes you feel, as good repair, as healing. This way, this method, should be enough to convince you there is more to your life – listen to the heartbeat of your mother from the womb, it combines with your own life force. Nothing can topple this universal structure, this electro-magnetic bond. Nothing can draw this memory from your heart. Choosing worry, fear and strife has made you weak. Now water reaches parched lips in the vast desert. Light cast upon the darkest night. Now the window is open to allow fresh air to clear the cob webs from your house, your temple. Take this opportunity to connect with God in all the ways HE made beautiful. Choose life, the rare roses in bloom in autumn, the leaves falling from the tree, the horses galloping across the pasture, the skies which spit gentle rains, the smell of crops newly harvested, children holding hands, unified, undivided. Pull your noses from before the digital screens to see past the fantasy, and the ugliness which masks true feelings. Allow your fingers to touch Earth, the living soil; leave tempered metal and plastic as devices beget vices. Listen to your own heart beating. Then you shall know, this is how you speak to God. Heed His order and spread His word: LOVE. Simple: the kindness of a hug. Once you have reached this place, no longer will you be lost.