A Conversation With My Mother’s Spirit

Here's what's real: You're born with one perfect unadulterated drop of god... and the rest is whatever wisdom or insanity you've inherited from your parents or lack of, from your screen, from the other disconnected disenfranchised people of earth, and from the time you spend alone listening to your angels and demons.

Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but I will tell you what I know about dying. What I know about dying, honey, is that other people don’t come with you. And when you don’t have to be better or worse than anyone anymore, what do you think you're left with? Not the color of your skin. Not your best haircut. Not your holy book or your stupid fucking internet... You're left with the thought, “Holy fucking shit - all those people were not who I thought they were. They were me, and I was them. They may have had more or less layers of bullshit, but they had the same unadulterated drop of god that I did. And shame on me for not smiling at every single one of them and asking how they were doing in their moment and a half on earth."

And you'll have to unravel all the reasons why you weren't willing to be courageous enough to be your pure loving self for others without expecting anything in return, including your dignity.

All these ridiculous ideas about living a certain way and going to some hell or some heaven? Please. All the formalities of every religion are left with your pants and shoes. When your heart is eternal, all you do is weep for all the time you wasted believing your fears and judgments were real.

Honey, if you choose peace and understanding, everyone is equal, no matter what sorts of mistakes they make. That's hard to understand. I know. And I'm talking about even the most angry people. Because who they are underneath all that sludge, is you. Ok?

Now some people are shiny by nature. For whatever reason, they have less pain. And they’re able to be the messengers of angels. And you will recognize them because they will love you and want to help you love yourself, because they see that you are a carrier of that drop of god.

And I'm not talking about some human god who speaks, ok? God is way bigger than that. God is not a human thing, it's a fucking life thing. So you are not going to meet god. You contain god. You will meet your angels - the most untarnished beings I could ever have imagined. And they will help you unravel every experience you ever had - with clarity, love, humor, and forgiveness- until all your pain and confusion are distilled into eternal peace, empathy and understanding.

Angels are with you, honey, whether you believe it or not. Angels are with everyone. And when you realize this, I want you to take a good long look at all the people around you. I want you to give them an extra second of your presence, even if you are so very sure you know who they are... Because in that extra second of your presence, maybe they will surprise you and let you see their one unadulterated drop of god.

-JLK