Interesting conversation today with an Elder from the Island of Trinidad. I was coming from a reading session in a park near my home and on my way walking home and an Elder walked up beside me and inquired about the “Carlos Castaneda” book I had in my hand. I told her it was about dreams, visions, interpretations, and perception. She went on to tell me that she’s an Evangelist and proceeded to quote a barrage of Bible Scripture. She then instructed me to come sit down on a nearby bench because the sun was beating down on her head. I walked her to a park bench and sat down beside her.
She spoke for about 30 minutes. She informed me of her perspective on world events and how they related to biblical prophecy. I listened and only interjected a few times to ask for clarity on a few dates.
She asked me if I believed in Jesus. I told her I didn’t believe anything.
I went onto say that there were things that I knew and things that I didn’t know but, I didn’t care about “belief” because it was unimportant to me. I told her I do invest in the concept of faith, however, because, it’s an acknowledgment in the unseen things that we know. She told me I was lost and after the rapture, I’d lay in my bed and be eaten by scorpions because I didn’t believe in Jesus. I asked why she referred to the Messiah as Jesus, considering many theologians have proven that was not his name.
She said Jesus was the English translation of his name. I told her that was in correct.
The Trinidadian Evangelist reminded me, again, that I was lost. I told her that perhaps if she could truthfully substantiate her claims and ideas that she was trying to indoctrinate me with they come to be apart of my faith catalog of data but, she’d have to come with more than recent text and her belief. She frequently cut me off and talked over me so, I practiced stillness and detachment. I enjoyed her energy and how it blended with the cool dawning breeze. I felt fortunate that we found a bench with minimal bird “blessings” on it. I felt a peace talking to her. . . though it was more listening to her energy. It was an exercise in detachment from the concept of self-importance. It was not important, to me, to prove my correctness. It was more important, to me, that she felt honored as an Elder.
Eventually she began to ramble on and repeat “facts” that I had already challenged her to substantiate with more than “I study dis’ stuff nuh chill nuh mon”. At the moment I realized that she was feeding off of my awareness and light; I, politely, let her know that we needed to part ways. I walked her to the “dollar store” and told her that I was very grateful for her efforts but, I would have to travel a bit more in the tradition of truth that I was already invested in. I enjoyed listening to her.
She was narrow-minded but, well versed in what she perceived as her life calculation. What she neglected to invest in was exploring the source of her perception. Before we parted I asked her a few basic questions about the religion she claimed to be an ambassador of. She could answer none of them. I also asked her why she assumed that I knew no Bible scripture or Christian doctrine. She chose not to answer. I realized she was more in love with the idea of presenting her script than she was with anyone actually receiving a word that would help them to evolve and develop a relationship with the “God” she claimed to know so well. I quoted some of Bible scripture for her before I walked away and gave her some things to research. She looked more puzzled that an infidel, such as myself, would even know that much about HER religion. Perhaps the word I shared will help her in her Evangelical work.
Listening is a lost art, even in some of our Elders are in a rush to validate their existence. Once some people grasp hold of a little bit of knowledge they can become very irrational. Seemingly, some religious sects cast a spell on its constituents. As soon as you suggest any form of alternative thought you’re told that because of your infidelity you’ll be cast into utter darkness for eternity. I feel this is not so.
We live in a universe of intellect. The author of all creation desires intelligent conversations with us. I honor my life so much that I choose to learn it from source to manifestation so when I take the time to commune with the divine our sharing can be at the fast vibration that I can accommodate. I love the gift of life that much.