Friday, August 22, 2025
Life is go. Death is stop. Living is moving and death is petrification. Fear is stop, faith is go. Upon these two dimensions, we have our being, the dance between stop and go, faith and fear.
Fear freezes, faith melts the ice and moves mountains. Think of a wiggly baby. Prowling, crawling, and fidgeting. Life to the fullest. Think of an old, stiff, creaky person – rigid and resistant. A curmudgeon with a stop sign.
To be young at heart is to be warm and vibrant, wiggly, and playful. To be an adult is to be rigid and “responsible,” seriously frozen, fearful of the slightest so-called risk. A newborn is blissfully unaware of risk. They live eternally present, that is, until the ego is born in the red-light of the mind.
The adult ego persists in stoppage, unable to be a young girl, whirling around in a dress, giggling, and free. Can you image what innocence you used to be? When you are born again, and I ain’t talking evangelically, you’ll tiptoe through the tulips. You’ll be as soft as a newborn, but in an adult body. Like the movie cocoon. You’ll be rascally. A little rascal. You’ll be blissfully ignorant of anything called risk. Risk of death? You’re guaranteed. No risk, but a full-on promise.
Life is a playground perpetuated by curiosity. You’ll tire of taking yourself seriously and will let go of the red-lighted mind. Put on your polka-dot dress, tra-la-la and know that death is coming. Sweetly, it sings. New birth awakens the green-lighted spirit which overcomes the red-lighted ego and the dying body.
Life is go, as in let go. Death is stop, as in hold on. To what, the dying form? Whirl around like a girl in a dress. Death is “a go” too. No stopping. Green light! Your faith sets you free.
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