My soul taps me on the shoulder with a reminder that it matters not how you approach GOD, only that you do.

Choose your portal: resonance, atonement, a prophet, a son, a daughter, a guru, a witch, a queen, a king, a pauper, a church, a temple, a mosque, a cave, a park, a friend, a family, a chance, a moment, a lifetime ... and respect the portals of others.

If - when - you are confident in your self, you will wish to share your experience only in an effort to motivate and enlighten others to pursue their own path with renewed vigor ... never to convince them that your way is the only right way. While

I prefer to embrace a myth of life that captures the spirit deep within history to make it all ... survive ... every incarnation. Thus, none is for naught. And I weave the very fabric upon which I stand. Creating with threads through time and space, person and place, ... pairing up ideas like a food with wine ...

Pairing, like Ogdoad gods, where each pairing represents the female and male aspect of one of four concepts, water (Naunet and Nu), air (Amunet and Amun), darkness (Kauket and Kuk), and infinity (Hauhet and Huh). Or as in the legend of Horus, the concept of domination.

As expected during the ever-changing footprint of humankind, the Vatican was built upon the grounds previously devoted to the worship of Mithra (600 B.C.) and eventually devoted itself to a tapestry surrounding Jesus. So I wonder when my threads will strengthen around the concept of my CREATOR - S/He who made us in order to experience ItSelf among us and through us. For deep within my heart I long to be at one with and cradled in the arms of the eternal Parents. Safe. Warm. Loved. Unconditionally.

Perhaps, to become deserving of the reunion, we only need reach to one another with the very same unconditional love with which we were created ... Perhaps.