The Wisdom of Baruch Spinoza
God would say:
Stop praying.
What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy
your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I've made
for you.
Stop going into those dark, cold temples that you built
yourself and saying they are my house. My house is in the mountains, in
the woods, rivers, lakes, beaches. That's where I live and there I
express my love for you.
Stop blaming me for your miserable life; I never told you
there was anything wrong with you or that you were a sinner, or that
your sexuality was a bad thing. Sex is a gift I have given you and with
which you can express your love, your ecstasy, your joy. So don't blame
me for everything they made you believe.
Stop reading alleged sacred scriptures that have nothing
to do with me. If you can't read me in a sunrise, in a landscape, in the
look of your friends, in your son's eyes...you will find me in no book!
Stop asking me "will you tell me how to do my job?" Stop
being so scared of me. I do not judge you or criticize you, nor get
angry, or bothered. I am pure love.
Stop asking for forgiveness, there's nothing to forgive.
If I made you... I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures,
feelings, needs, inconsistencies... free will. How can I blame you if
you respond to something I put in you? How can I punish you for being
the way you are, if I'm the one who made you? Do you think I could
create a place to burn all my children who behave badly for the rest of
eternity? What kind of god would do that?
Respect your peers and don't do what you don't want for
yourself. All I ask is that you pay attention in your life, that
alertness is your guide.
My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the
way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise. This life is the only
thing here and now and it is all you need.
I have set you absolutely free, no prizes or punishments, no sins or virtues, no one carries a marker, no one keeps a record.
You are absolutely free to create in your life. Heaven or hell.
I can't tell you if there's anything after this life but I
can give you a tip. Live as if there is not. As if this is your only
chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.
So, if there's nothing after, then you will have enjoyed
the opportunity I gave you. And if there is, rest assured that I won't
ask if you behaved right or wrong, I'll ask. Did you like it? Did you
have fun? What did you enjoy the most? What did you learn?...
Stop believing in me; believing is assuming, guessing,
imagining. I don't want you to believe in me, I want you to believe in
you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you
tuck in your little girl, when you caress your dog, when you bathe in
the sea.
Stop praising me, what kind of egomaniac God do you think I am?
I'm bored being praised. I'm tired of being thanked.
Feeling grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your
relationships, the world. Express your joy! That's the way to praise
me.
Stop complicating things and repeating as a parakeet what you've been taught about me.
What do you need more miracles for? So many explanations?
The only thing for sure is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of wonders.