The Faux Pas Press #167: Like Saints Burning Candles

The Faux Pas Press #167

Like Saints Burning Candles

By Chambo Fresh

Our reasoning converges with instinct at great moments of transformation. And our pride melts into humility at the crossroads of redemption. And like saints burning candles to the New Mecca, our prayers can be seen throughout all of time. Our amends like incense wafting to the human family - making all bad ideas come to light, making all half-opened plans find fulfillment. The magic of everything is our dreams do not whimper at the change of circumstance - and with clear intention our astral visions do, in fact, become material reality. Like saints burning candles to the New Mecca.

When we talk about perfect amends - we are not talking about saying all of the right words. But, in its nature, amends usually requires some words. These words are also usually delivered directly. Our actions and attitudes can change without amends, but the actual course of our life will not. You see, with new attitude comes a new perspective on our wrongs. The fact that we are committing ourselves to the same ole' lot never crosses this new and improved way of being. In time, we will find the same ole' monsters rear their ugly heads. And we will not know what to do except for behave the way our subconscious has always dictated. Making amends requires words. Not the perfect words - the perfect amends with any of the best words we can muster. We've thought an indirect approach would suffice and that we could spare the whole world any humiliation and pain of directly amending our wrongs. This unfortunately, as I've said, will not save you from the same ole' lot. But like saints burning candles to your New Mecca, we can see them, our integral thoughts, words, and actions as they will be. The evasion of such a crossroad will never give us a true breaking with the wrongs we have perpetuated.

There is no use defending the Ivory Fortress, the Large and Spacious Building. For in it are the galleries of our conduct that ought to have been abandoned. The usual reasons for sidestepping, dancing around like crack heads pleading for a fix, is that our direct amends to other members of the human family are blocked by pride; they are blocked by fear. We ought to see know - as the light shines clearly on our paths - that the residual of amends goes directly to your account. Or have you forgotten? Whatsoever you do unto the least of these - you do unto me.

I am sure that rewards of making amends would appeal to the most selfish of us - if the darkness hadn't kept us so far from the glowing light of he who is might to save. We are blinded by thought, seeking amends for the cleansing of our guilt, or to be reinstated after excommunication, or to just flaunt the new and improved 'me'. We are not salesman peddling people-pleasure and more ego-strutting - we have the rights of all of creation. May amends shine to those in darkness, in pride, and sorrow. Like saints burning candles to a New Mecca.