You only appear
to need what you came to this
world to add light to.
If someone is killed by another by accident it’s called manslaughter ( who came up with that term anyway?). But if someone is killed ‘with intent’ it’s called murder. What is it about intent that makes it a more ‘serious crime’? Serious is not just a call but a demand for our full attention. Seriously, don’t miss this!
Intent signifies we’ve consciously engaged our ‘will’ to action. Jesus tried to erase the line between the crime levels, asking for his killers to be forgiven because they ‘knew not what they are doing’, even though they clearly intended his death. What is it about the ‘willfullness of another that makes it more difficult to forgive?
Mistaking ‘free will’ for ‘freedom’, the lower mind regards nothing with more respect and admiration than free will. All its laws are created to maintain and support the tattered fiction of free will in a world of spinning centers of free will endlessly bumping up against each other. When one center of free will deludes itself into believing it has the free will right (and privilege when it comes to governments) to end another’s free will rights, the deepest bonds of the Construct are called into question as they thin to transparency against the undeniable presence of universal truth.
Taken to the nth degree, free will is a form of madness. And we forgive the mad, don’t we, or at least we treat them differently. Some part of us recognizes a different frequency, one that does not threaten all that we (the collective) profoundly believe. So ‘intent’ becomes the dividing line between those we put to death and silence once and for all and those we don’t. Is it that the lower mind senses that its fibbed creation is threatened if it looks too closely at the unforgiven and unforgivable monster under the bed?
Why was invoking the frequency of forgiveness Jesus’ last act of mastership?
By calling upon the most powerful presence in his energy field, what he called ‘Father’, in the face of the cruel ones invoking his death, the same cruel energies that haunt our higher natures even today, was he not ripping any vestige of his personal will out by the roots in a way that none would miss?
And what is left when we tear off the deep illusion of mortality in the light of day when it’s not done at the speed of love. Is not the world still holding its breath, having glimpsed the monster under the bed it’s still sleeping in?