I played ‘God’ many times over.
I had a chance to let the little critters live: flies, wasps, bees, spiders, birds. I’ve swatted, sprayed, burned and flushed many lives down the toilet. Yes, I threw away some viable parakeet eggs. Yes, I knew that some would have lived but chose death in hopes of allowing the few to live better lives. Sounds familiar?
The point is: the world is designed for freedom of choice – life or death. Nature can be controlled with insecticide, herbicides, pesticides, chemtrails in the skies, flu vaccines, acts of Gods via earthquakes, floods, fires, etc. But nature continues to live after death and dying from disasters or ’causes’ either natural or unnatural.
Today, we were in hurry to get parakeet food after attending 0800 mass and eating breakfast. I saw a honey bee crash land on the left side of my windshield. I looked disoriented.
It fell in to the crack of my hood and got wedge a little bit while I was trying to take its picture. I managed to get my key out and gently scoop it out from falling through the crack. It rubbed its eyes and head with its forearms afterward and sat on the hood.
But I failed to stop and think! I could have placed it in the shade among our rose bushes; so that it could drink some ‘nectar’ or something. For whatever reason, I thought it rolled off the hood or flew away because I didn’t see it when I backed out the car.
But when we came back the little critter was on the hot cement! I walked into the garage to place the grocery of parakeet food on the cart and debated slowly and let my conscience look for something to scoop it up into the shade. I found a piece of folded 8.5″ x 11″ sheet of paper and went back to retrieve the critter, only to find that it was no longer on the cement.
As I blog this entry after a few hours of the incident, I visualized that maybe it was under the car! I’ll go check later.
Yes, like the little critters, playing God exists everywhere on this planet. Doctors have the choice to abort lives or prolong terminally ill patients. Even military personnel have the choice to shoot and kill innocent children.
I see now that history repeats itself: life, death and rebirth. There is no right or wrong. All exists for a time and for eternity. Everyday we have choices: to help each other or not, to correct mistakes or hold a grudge forever, to drink alcohol or do drugs to kill the pain, whatever.
We are NOT God. We can feel like God and do the right things in life. It’s up to men to control themselves and the women to control their mouths. It’s up to TPTB to FIX IT, now. It’s up to everyone to ‘bear their crosses’. Good luck, fools.
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