The title alone has released the juice of hate of God in some, Glazed others thinking more about porn, Caused some to smile, and this is just in those who have not even read the title, let alone read to this point…

What is this God so many speak of?

“Love”

“Unicorn”

“Asshole”

“Does not exist”

“Pure Light”

(chimes)

“Preach”

“Change the channel”

“Hate”

And on and on and on when really to understand God all you need is a mirror and silence.

A question for your reflection: Why the fuck are you looking at what appears to be you? A glimpse of your smile or frown

Tears maybe from the abuse just received by some bullies at school?

Pain?

Fear?

Thinking you’re cool or weird or beautiful or ugly?

Who are you?

Why are you here reading this?

And that what you see is God. You. The silence. The sound. The tears and laughter. Pain and joy. Beauty and ugly.

Don’t believe?

Don’t believe you exist?

Maybe the mirror is lying and causing you denying?

Simple really, if there was no God there would be no mirror, no you, no reflection.

Now, try this. Try talking to God. Try talking to your reflection in the mirror. Say something simple such as, “Are you God?” What did you hear?

Some would say nothing but the sound of their own voice or some would say they heard nothing. Others would like to stab the writer of this with a sharp steak knife.

Now, lets talk about the existence of Satan.

Some use the same as above to discuss what is God.

So, same thing…

Look into the mirror, what do you see?

If you see a reflection of yourself and believe you exist then you also see God, you see Satan, and some are still thinking about stabbing me with a steak knife.

Simple.

Easy.

God is so simple for a child to see and believe with as they play with the gift of innocence

while a human filled with ‘time’ (hah) and ‘experience’ get to feel the presence of evil.

You will not believe this about me and nor should you if you don’t even believe in your reflection in a mirror, but i play poker with God. i blather and bother and talk to God almost every second of every day ( I take a few seconds to concentrate on food, corgi’s and many other distractions. have too just to prove I am human)

I have done much of what some would call, sin or stray. Anger. Hate. Evil… and you know what? God smiles and deals me more cards to play.

“And so asshole, what does God say in reply?” Said by so, so many, to include some wanting to stab me with a steak knife.

Hah! Aside from ignoring what i just said about getting dealt some more cards, God sings. Words spoken so simple even my toenails can understand. So very simple and easy.

And as i wrote the other day, i have now learned for certainty that God’s tell is not obscured by dark sunglasses or a nervous twitch… Nope. God’s tell is a smile, laughter, and the humor? Damn (smiling and laughing) Got to admit, it’s special.

As for winning? Let’s just say God wins every hand even if your reflection says God is a loser, though i do suspect God has some cards up the sleeve…