DAY SEVEN

Ah the seventh day. God rested on the 7th day of Creation.

Where do we find peace in this world?

Is it to be found within ourselves…this same self that cannot even accomplish the good that we will to do…sometimes even doing evil that we don’t even want to do?  Although that certainly doesn't stop a lot of very convincing writers from exhorting us to look within ourselves to find the answers.  I guess they think that thanks to that unintelligent, unmonitored, freestyle event called evolution, every person who is born has universal truth encoded on their DNA. Tried looking within myself for answers - came up empty and miserable.

Do we find peace in a supplement? Ginkgo, Noni, Aloe, Algae, Acai, Alfalfa, Chlorophyll, Cranberry, Maqui, Royal Jelly, Spirulina, Greens, Reds, Proteins, and on and on and on…

Do we find rest for our souls in meditation? Yoga, Tai Chi, posture, focus, concentration, contemplation, bells, drums, chants, incense, candles, sounds, smells, music, atmosphere, the great outdoors, and on and on and on…

Is it in the heart? Is it in the solar plexus or the spleen? Is it between our ears or between our legs or sitting upright on top of our heads? Is it first sight, second sight or the third eye? Can you enervate peace? Breath it into being or capture it in a dreamcatcher on the wind?

Thirty two years ago I reached beyond this world and asked for help from the only source of help in this universe and without reservation or hesitation I was given a peace that I have never understood nor can I describe except to say that it abides with me and lives in me.

I have friends who have struggled to find the Secret to peace, happiness and prosperity seeking it among the stagnant pools of tradition or the poisoned wells of self aggrandizement. In their zeal to know and understand, they have swallowed the first lie believing that they themselves have the power within themselves to control the universe and draw good unto themselves. At best they are a bit foolish. At worst they become ensnared by a deceitful lie that masquerades as the truth; false light leading the unwary off the path and into the tangled wood.

Who would want to drink from the muddy waters of man’s philosophies and vain deceit when we are offered living water from the author of life? Not me and hopefully, not you.

@ 2010 Joseph Ricciardi Jr