Monday, October 6, 2025
The Lord loves a cheerful giver, that is, until the receiver doesn’t give a rat’s ass, critiques it, and flat-out rejects it; and the giver realizes there is no Lord to please.
If it’s the thought that counts, that usually indicates that one is thinking of what they’ll gain – a nice, attentive reaction from “The Lord.” A paycheck. A reward. Put it out there. Watch it fall silently flat, or even get trashed by those who will purportedly receive it. If, after that, you’re still happy with the unreciprocated, the rejected, and the trashed – you’re onto something. Self-sustaining “giving” is where giving and receiving are a complete ensouled cycle. Perfectly and cheerfully integrated, like a well-oiled machine.
It’s about sentimentality. Not mentality. Senti-, as a prefix, means “feeling.” You had a feeling. A thoughtful mind has a second thought – hesitation and inhibition. If you’re thoughtless, you’re filled with fearful images of “me.” What will everyone think? What will The Lord think?
When you realized you are The Lord, you just can’t help it. You must. You’re spurred on. When you express, you release your own mojo, magic, and sense of sustenance. Thoughts count, as in keeping score. Sentimental love, an abstraction of expression, the unconditional – that is scoreless. It’s tied within. A win-win, all within. Outside, you lose some and win some. In the inner game, it’s always win.
Giver is receiver. Receiver is giver. In the Kingdom of Heaven, there are no losers or winners; and there are no givers and receivers. It’s one, big sentiment of love. Love cannot be depleted as a resource. Love cannot be added to as a commodity. That kind of giving is pure sentimentality. You have nothing to lose or gain. That’s probably more or less what “the Lord” loves. Cheers to you, my Lord, the giver and receiver, smushed together in something called “I.”