Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right — Ani DiFranco
Something unexpectedly funny happened to me the other day – someone tried to save my soul. Right down to the bible-thumping and Jesus-praising, a well-meaning man tried to snatch me right out of the clutches of Lucifer and deliver me into the redemptive embrace of Jesus Christ. So why on Earth did I find it so funny? Because I never for one second believed that my mortal soul was in any kind of peril or, if it was, that Jesus was going to help me in anyway. Cynical? Sacrilegious? Just plain crazy? Sure. But read on.
There has never been a moment in my life where I have understood Salvation. I just don’t buy it. There are many people who do, and I do not take issue with their, or any other, faith. Faith and religion are beautiful and deep expressions of God and of Life and should be celebrated with the utmost reverence. I do, however, take issue with folks who think that their own way is the One True Right Way and use that to spread fear and judgment while holding The Good Book. And in the moment of my attempted soul-saving there were a lot of fear tactics and judgements placed on us “sinners” that were coming right out of the pages of that Book. Didn’t we want to enter the Kingdom of God? Sure. Didn’t we want everlasting life? Well, who doesn’t. Did we really want to be thrown to the clutches of the Devil forever and ever? Um, not really.
It may come as a surprise to my regular followers that I have read the Bible and spent a fair amount of time pretending to be a Christian (I thought that if I stuck with it long enough, I’d eventually get the whole Jesus thing). There is a lot of great stuff in there. The Ten Commandments are solid, so is that bit about forgiveness and the part about the Kingdom of God. But there’s an awful lot in there that is not wonderful or enlightened and is even down right dangerous in the wrong hands. I have had many a Bible-wielding, self-righteous, do-gooder flap at me about my work with Spirit citing everything from Leviticus to Revelations. Charming, huh? So let’s take a look here. The first part of Leviticus reads like a complicated BBQ manual, and if taken out of context, we can snidely surmise that God likes a good cook-out. Then we move on to the part about who we can and can’t have sex with (bummer, if God happened to also make you gay), which slaves you can and can’t have sex with (because that’s ok, you know) and pretty much out and out condemns Lycra (nice move, actually). After that we get to some nice verses about not coveting our neighbor’s stuff and wives, and then we immediately get to the part about the evil of soothsayers (I see the pitchforks and torches coming now…). From there Leviticus goes on to succinctly answer any lingering doubts about the cleanliness of pustules (what a relief). This is a pretty eclectic little book in a much larger tome, which is equally eclectic and varied. The Bible contradicts itself quite a bit, and much like anything else, can be hauled out to prove any and all conflicting points. I wouldn’t have such a problem with that if it wasn’t used to also incite fear and condemnation, which seems to be the larger aim of the Book of Revelations, but I really don’t want to go into that here.
The point I’m trying to make is this: Fear is not Love. Fear is the opposite of Love. Anyone inciting or causing Fear is not coming from Love. Anyone who uses something they call Holy to cause Fear in another is not coming from a place of Love. No matter how good their intentions are (and believe me, there have been some who were genuinely afraid of me going to Hell), if what they are saying is not Loving it is not of the Light and it is not of God. Anything coming from Source or God will be life-affirming, uplifting, invigorating and empowering. It will never make you feel guilty, evil, depleted, or fearful. It will never seek to manipulate you or tell you that Love is conditional. Real Source energy will never deny you and will never seek to destroy you. This is why I don’t put much stock in what the Bible has to say. It was written and rewritten many times over by men with agendas. I know there is some fabulous stuff in there, but let’s look at this with our own discernment. Really think, does this resonate with me? Do I feel Fear or do I feel Love?
I am not in any way asking anyone to give up their religion or denounce their long-held beliefs. I am only asking you to think about the energy that you are holding and spreading to the people and the world around you. Are you spreading Fear or are you spreading Love? Are you a vessel of Divine Love or something else?