Pools and sunbathers

 We piled our luggage under a tree next to the pool.
We jumped into the water and started swimming from end to end laughing.
Getting lost in the weightlessness and the joy of leaving the world behind.
Joy needs to fanned like flames otherwise it never really manifests.

Sunbathers in deck chairs on the concrete deck a few meters from the water stared.
Then chattered nervously we could hear snippets of what they were saying.
It became amusing our hearing somewhat supernatural allowed us to pick it up.
They were speculating on what we would do next, how we would swim or if we would splash.

So some of us just acted on their speculation, as if in obedience, harvesting oohs and waaahs from the speculators.
Some of us reisted their predictions attempting the opposite.
God as a young androgenous child curiously approached the edge of the pool. 
He blessed both groups of us, those that followed through on the speculation of the sunbathers. Those of us that resisted and found their conjecture and amusement abhorrent.
Neither answer was correct, neither was wrong. The child openly ignored the sunbathers, who were religious and righteous, but unwilling to truly look inward. The sunbathers were so right, they had become wrong.
Chosen blindness and deafness are not armor on the earth plane, they are hesitant half steps toward suicide.


The child pointed at us and one by one we were healed in the water.
A numinal baptism. 

The child turned away and walked puposely up toward the Rococo house that overlooked the pool.
The sunbathers got up, offended at not being recognized by the child.
They took their materials and attempted to rob our luggage.
The problem was they couldn't take our stuff and all of the things they already valued and carried with them.

The more they tried the further into the mud they sank.
Their Church Panflets, Rosaries and coarse language didn't change anything.
The infinite God child was entering the house.
We were drying ourselves off and we abandoned our possessions to the bathers, the wanters, the speculators, the screamers, the shouters, the declarers of total faith while inside them, there are only voids filled by obsessive consumption and superficial validation.

The sun dried us off in the second phase of the baptism.
We spent the rest of our lives walking the hill with no weight on our backs.
But we were already in the house in our minds. 
For where our feet scuffed the grass, we replanted and irrigated it.
Where we inhabited, we cleaned with enthusiasm.
So when we got up to the house we could look back down on the hill to see path was clean, free and right. Never perfect. But practical, not speculative. 

The sunbathers were now waist deep in mud still holding onto luggage and tradition. in the shade of great trees whose fruit rotted before it his the ground near them, feeding them, but sickening them.
God had discarded their useless nostalgia. For God brings the future on without consideration for religion, prejudice and superstition. The infinite child builds, and doesn't just talk about building.
Practices faith in real life and doesn't speculate on scripture.

So will you swim in the pool of God, or speculate on the lives of others, with your trinkets and possessive mindsets. Will your active morality and forgiveness exist in your steps and actions?