Religion in Latin is Re-legare: to reunite. For that is what religion can do at its best—unite us with the divine. Reminding us that it—life—is one, and everything is connected, reuniting us with god, each other, and ourselves.
And mankind has spent Millennia following different aspects of religion: of the process of reconnecting with love, spirit, god, ultimate reality.
Religion, as well intended as it’s been, as heartfelt and sincere it’s followers, has always held one flaw—the first part of the word: Re. To reunite means something is currently in a state of separation. That something is severed, and we need to be mended to heal the divide and reconnect. So religion offers a solution. It offers a mode to reconnect and reunite people with god, and bring them back home.
Religion holds a view then, that everything is not as it should be. That people are flawed, in debt, broken, wayward and don’t know it. They need to be informed of their current “state” and shown the way back.
Reunion starts with a problem.
There’s another word—yoga. Yoga in sanscrit means: Union.
Union starts with connectedness and inclusion.
Union starts with a state of being and a reality that’s ok and as it should be.
Union takes away fear by telling a more hopeful and truthful story: instead of preaching that you are doomed and in need of saving, it states that you are a child of god, are one with the divine, and as messy and painful and difficult life can be, those are not all signs that something is wrong and that you are apart from god. It states that all of those seasons and situations are a necessary element to life being free, and to your soul learning and discovering all it can.
This story gives hope and inspires love and forward energy as now the listener is not motivated by fear and punishment and shame, but love, acceptance and identity.
The soul can only grow in the soil of acceptance.
Here, the waters of truth and elements of eternal belonging create the space for the child of god to do one thing—try.
For spirit pays little attention to the ups and downs, the heights and the depths, your victories or your betrayals, for they are all there, and always shall be, and they play a part. Spirit pays little attention to your glory or your shame, for it is the heart and body and mind that experiences those brief fleeting moments. Spirit looks not on your moment to moment thoughts, your feelings and decisions, for it is the one deciding and living with and through you, keeping you company in the valley of the shadow of death.
Is it so hard to believe god is with you and through in your worst moments?
When we understand union—perfect unconditional union—the ego can no longer attack us the valley, telling us the clock is ticking and we better get out. For it is powered by the RE in religion. It believes you separate, and when separate, everything is hanging in the balance, and nothing will bring you peace.
Try for one day to imagine yourself in union. Wether you’re angry, vengeful, shameful, afraid, jealous, selfish, lustful, joyful, context, hopeful, giving or full of love. For one day, do not define your union with a term, a moment, a state of being, something that can be measured alongside your up and down energy. For you are this ever-shifting and changing little devil, this perfect peaceful little angel. You move, you shift, you breathe, you become.
You must be free to move.
And only in the soil of unconditional acceptance can we move freely.
For in him we live and move and have our being.
There is no being without the divine being.
So may we out aside all the ways we judge and evaluate and determine our souls state day to day. For this is the work of religion, of the flesh, of the ego, of the mind that imagines disconnection.
Practice the inhale, the hold, the exhale, followed by “I am one.”
Practice oneness without condition.
Connectedness without judgement.
Love without limits.
Union without reunion.
“Meanwhile, the older son was in the field, and as he drew near he heard music and dancing. He became angry and refused to go in. His father went out and pleaded with him. But the son said, ‘all these years I’ve slaved for you, yet you never gave me a goat to celebrate with my friends. Yet this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes has come home.’ ‘My son, you are always with me, and everything I have is yours.’”
Divine love is ours wether we squander, sleep around, gamble, or dishonor the dignity our heavenly home. It is also ours when we’re jealous, bitter, angry, judging our fellowman, angry that god would love the sinners the same as he does the righteous.
Like in this story, the divine pleads not with the sinner, but with the righteous, who (in their minds) have slaved, obeyed, been righteous, never left home, been responsible, deserve a party thrown for them. Sometimes love pleads with the one who has it all figured out. Who thought love was conditional, and favor earned and gained through service and duty and diligence. No, sometimes, this is actually the person who needs mercy the most, for just as in the story, their very values have closed the door to the party they could have been throwing all along.
Sometimes, the holy need the healing, the perfect need the pruning, and the righteous need the reunion.
Sometimes we need to be reminded that love is unconditional, is omnipresent, and life shines down on us all moment to moment, inviting us all to the party that it is and has always been throwing for us all.