The Master Gardener

 

Why do you suppose we are here?

It is not to fight wars. The people we’d need to kill are God’s people just as much as we are. It is not so we can make money. Money is merely faith in our own currency—a promissory note of mutual trust. Yet we trade our actual, living value for paper that holds no intrinsic truth. If you give something of value to get it, you should be able to get something of value for it. That is the definition of faith. We are not here to compete with each other. We are not here to build buildings. We are here to multiply.

It is not humanity we need to multiply; it is joy. If The Universe wanted more humans, clouds of embryos would develop and it would rain babies. Gaining an entire planet full of humans and losing love would be a complete waste of a human system.

Make a list of things you think God could create out of thin air: mountains of pure gold, sprawling mansions, star systems, and endless beauty.

Perhaps it would be easier to make a list of what God cannot do without you.

If anything at all could find its way onto that list, would it not fall into the obvious category of why you are here?

There is only one thing of value that God cannot do without you. Without you, it is impossible for God to not know who He is. As soon as you were born, not knowing who you really are, you became a free-will agent who could live a disposable life or a lifetime of gathering and giving joy.

The sharing of joy has to take place between two or more people who feel joy and sorrow. God could not feel the emptiness of sorrow, or the fullness of joy, without being conscious; and that is where you are needed. The accumulation of shared joy is how the universe is growing, nurturing, and developing God. Yes, you came to the garden. You are planted. Be a fruit.

"And the joy we share as we tarry there..."

God is Love, and Love is the environment out of which all things are planted to grow.

God Himself planted you, weeds around you, waters you, and watches you grow. With His hand, God gently pulls your leaves back to see if you have yielded fruit. That would be joy. When He sees that you have fruit for harvesting, God, the gardener, becomes The Other.

"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

What is joy? Joy is how Love feels. How can you share it? By being that which makes one feel Love

God wants to feel joy, so He became flesh

Joy is like sustenance. It will always be provided. It is the same as manna. It is out there every day: "Give us this day our daily bread.

As the receiver of joy, you forget who you are, but as a perfect remedy for sorrow, you find Love. As a giver of this same joy, you forget who you are, but as a perfect sacrifice, you give your own life for another.