Coming Home

Papa did a wisdom talk about this awhile back. I was surprised to find out that I have faith—I know the spirits exist, but don’t think of myself as a person who has a lot of faith. I have been very disappointed by my experience with people.

I also know that the spirits are manifestations of divine love, so I’m not worried about their intentions when they ask me to do something. I’m not really worried about quitting my job to live on the spirits, either. I fully believe that if I do as I’m told, it will result in my ability to pay my bills.

Not every spirit is (for lack of a better way to put it) oriented toward positivity, so it does require some spiritual sight to see what you’re talking to—the less elevated (less positive) dead like to imitate spirits with more authority, for instance. Causa will also imitate, and as Papa can tell you, they’ve been around a long time so they can and will offer useful guidance.

It’s just that the long term effect of that guidance will try to make it harder for you to hear more positive guidance and stagnate you, though they will often make the advice particularly attractive and flattering.

I’ve been asked several times if I am afraid, if I am nervous to leave a seemingly much more predictable life. I can honestly say “no.”

This is what I came into this life to do. These spirits are who I came to work with, and they are my family. When everyone and everything else has forsaken me, when I am homeless and starving (which I have done, earlier in my life—and I don’t mean merely hungry), it is the spirits who fed me. When the family of my body turned their backs on me, when they tried to get rid of me, it was the spirits who were with me.

When there is no person on this planet who cares to see my face or would notice if I died, the spirits would.

In Kensington, in much scarier neighborhoods, in the dark and the light, I am home where the spirits are. The people who serve the spirits are my cousins, speaking any language and from any place or background. Every spiritual party is a reunion with relatives, a discovery of ties. Every spiritual party is a family reunion, where joy constantly waits to ambush the unwary.

My family spreads the world.

I am not leaving the ‘real world’, I am coming home, like the prodigal son, after far too long lost and wandering.