No A.I. was used to write or edit this. But if I wanted to, God would be totally okay with that:
I went to the grocery store a lot this past week. Mostly for the smiles. Living alone, especially when you live with others, can be terribly isolating.
My favorite outfit to wear on these trips consists mostly of the healing of contradictions. 2PAC on top. Not the Royals hat. A large hooded sweatshirt, on-brand. The tag names its color as "volcanic ash" but I would call it grey. Ingredients: 60% cotton, 40% polyester, and a whole lot of love. Made in China. The only color to be found is red. CALIFORNIA LOVE, small font, on the chest, all caps, and a rose on the left sleeve above his name: Tupac Amaru Shakur. The boldest feature, by far, is Tupac's face, on front. Eyes closed, head hung, reverent. It is beautiful.
To know the whole story, however, a layer must be peeled. Most never see it. Underneath, a black and white t-shirt with three words and a picture of a big baby: THE NOTORIOUS BIG. Stay away Puffy, this is rarified air. For the love of the game. For the love, only. East and West, together. On me. In me. Peace at last. Don't worry about the blue jeans and the blue African leather shoes, they are an afterthought. Sometimes, I wear this outfit to church. It draws reactions, which lead to healing conversations.
My intention is never to offend. It isn't even about the music. It is about the false divide. False divides, everywhere. The theater of war, where just like a Hollywood movie, both sides are cast by the same director. Wands of holly, casting spells. Churches claim money is the root of all evil and simultaneously gather as much money as possible (only in its use is money ever evil; alone money is simply a tool). And yes, tithing is a good thing to do, if it fits for you. The concept that God can be gatekept. The lie that one must go through a pastor, a priest, or any one specific religion to find the divinity within each and every soul on this planet. Starting wars and asking for peace prizes. Patriotism is only healthy when rooted in love. True equality, mutual respect, and cultural acceptance live here.
God made George Carlin. God makes dirty jokes, sometimes. God is limitless. It is not our role to judge other paths. God made A.I. and God can take it away in the blink of an I. Divine plans abound and intersect everywhere. Fight in a positive, accepting, and holistic way for what you believe in, and have faith.
I have been on quite a journey this past year. One of self discovery and severance. I have been through it. Almost all of it. Bad habits, dissonant energies, and misaligned people have been shed. Bye bye rich yet unwealthy few whose time has passed. The flawed plan to take out or destiny swap one divine soul, when billions are awakening. Hilarious futility. Karma is real, and it lasts lifetimes. Be good and love love. God is an omnipotent sole judge who speaks to everyone. Yes, even that person. By God's grace and with gentle deer steps I am here. Not a victim. Always my choices and consequences. Raze the rotten fields to plant new ones. New seeds of abundance. Owning everything, so that I might give it away to the angels who helped to guide me here.
Paying it forward. These angels have names, and I am going to name them, and honor them. On earth, and in spirit. Over the coming days, weeks, as long as it takes, I will give back. Heartfelt gifts from the divine spark in me which mirrors the one in you. God will direct me, as has always ben the case, whether or not I was listening.
2PAC and Biggie, both human beings. Both flawed, just like me. I say: "Do you know my favorite 2PAC lyric? Only God can judge me now." 2PAC wasn't perfect, but he understood this much. Careful about throwing stones in glass houses, for we all live in one. 1000s of guiding angels are flying in the heavens of earth. The truth really is stranger than fiction. The dark before the light can be serene when eyed keenly. God directs us all in ways our human minds can never judge or even fathom. This is a domino falling. This is the wing of a monarch butterfly fluttering.
Love,
Nathan Norris Pattie