Divine Involvement

My wife, last night—when you cried out, I heard you in heaven and I came. I am who took their promises (of revolution.)

She was speaking of the Haitian revolution, of my own suffering, but also of the innumerable revolutions big and small born out of suffering.

They can hear us, in the spiritual realms when we cry out. They can hear all of us.

I think people forget that we are also divine. We reach out to heaven or the spirit for answers, to save us or fix things or change our lives. And don’t get me wrong, they often do. They often, invisibly, intervene in our lives.

However, the time has to be right for major change. It was pointed out to me that for every time the divine intervenes, we either repeat what got us into the mess in the first place or we don’t. When the time is right, we change. We don’t keep fucking up the way we always have.

But until we are ready for revolution, until we are ready to plunge the world into blood and fire to be free, the divine can temporarily lift us up, but we will go back to the place from which we came. We, too, have the divine in us—while we may not have the free will necessary to change, what we will and do holds, whether we recognize it or not.

We are forces in our own lives.

Sometimes, of course, we suffer so that we can be closer to the divine. I can’t bring myself to regret even a moment of my suffering.

Know that they can hear you in heaven. The divine is always, intimately involved.