I read a tweet or Facebook status the other day that said, “Who is the Universe and how did he get to decide what happens?”  I chuckled and snarled at the same time.

I use that word a lot these days, the Universe.  I’m just as happy saying God.  It’s all the same to me anyhow.  I mean, whose definition of God is not synonymous, at least in some ways, with the Universe — the totality of all that is.  Isn’t that what all the “omni~” words mean?

I snarled because I am so sick of religion.  I’m tired of one group’s way of understanding the world and life and all that having to trump another group’s.  I’m completely over it and am at a point where it just annoys me now.  All of it.  I’m even over my broad view of all of this trumping others’ more narrow view.  And by narrow, I only mean relegated to one particular belief system or one sect within that system.

I’m grappling with some tragic news and wondering where to look for the answers.  I guess this is where having a narrow worldview is particularly helpful.  One perspective, one sacred text — a good index and boom, I can find my answer or at least my path to the answer.  With my broad perspective, one question leads to more.

Do tragedies like these happen because of the collective consciousness?  If so, can we do something about it?  Before it’s too late?  Is it that there, but for grace, go I?  Grace then would be pretty random and unfair, wouldn’t you guess?  Why didn’t I flip out and kill my husband and myself?  Why did she?  Free will?  Destiny? Fate? Bad luck? Karmic debt? Demons? The Fall?

What is this journey called life?  I will continue to question and see where my questions take me.  I don’t know if there are any concrete answers.  Maybe the journey is precisely the point.

Peace,

Lex