Gratitude 9-11

Thank you for the safety I feel this day in the city of Vancouver. I know the drivers are stoned. I know that many bought their licenses from corrupt authorities. I know that many are old and mixing alcohol and pot with prescription medications from their geriatricians. I know that many are sexting on their iPhones. Many are doing their makeup and pulling their nose hairs.

I know the myriad construction workers are here in Vancouver and no it’s not for a remake of Falling Down. They just have jellyfish in their ancestry.  I know the rains are deluging the coast but that is better than the smoke haze of burning forest fires.  

What I really thank you for is that there are not terrorists driving their trucks into pedestrians or stabbing people with their knives or shooting up the crowds with their unlicensed  weapons. 

Thank you that I live in Canada where the real estate is mostly purchased by off shore criminals who made their money raping and pillaging their countries and now are using Vancouver as their favourite money laundering community. Thank you that our bloated government bureaucracy has allowed our casinos to be the worlds money laundering century for child prostitution and snuff movies.

Well thank you Lord for this day.  I have to convince myself to go out side and face more drug dealers and their friends and the threats and the demands and entitlement and the unrealistic espectations and the anger. The city is so angry.  I have to drive downtown leaving the relatively respectable suburbs and go into the streets that smell of pot and crystal meth where I work and see men peeing on the street. So much rage there is displaced from ivory towers and space stations. I am thankful for prayer and meditation.  It is with prayer and meditation I am able to carry on. I thank you for your presence Lord. 

I take solace in your name, Jesus. I know your story of persecution and the bullying and know that you stood true and rose above all that to become the cosmic Christ that dwells within us all as Lord.  I am myself God stuff. Life is sacred.  I can leave the sordid and mediocrity of the mundane and reflect on you, God. God within, God will come again. I call to you God.  God I beg of you to be with me.  God be my eyes, my ears,  my tongue, my thoughts, my feelings, my motions and my celebration. Let me ever be aware of the dance of atoms and electrons and neutrons, the god stuff  and the distances between and the lightness between and the awesome potential. Help me stand upright and walk upright and live an upright existence. Be with me and in me and above me and below me and beside me. Protect me from all evil and threat.  St. Patrick rise again against all that is evil. 

This remembrance of 9-11, the Jihad attack on our home continent, the invasion of violence and war.  Protect us all.  Keep me safe this day. Watch over my friends and family and pets and those I work with and for. Help us be safe from the evil and demonic forces of the jihad as it hopes to enslave and reign over all our freedom. Help us in your revival Jesus and in your Holy protection against the violent aetheists and their devil worshipping allies. 

Help all of us who live and love you Jesus and the Christ consciousness of true religion stand together for love and truth and enlightenment.  Protect us from Jihad and Barbarianism.  St. Patrick I call up you and your Breast Plate prayer. St. Francis I call upon you and your love of little ones. St. Theresa and St. John I call upon you and your mystical attunement to the supernatural and holy.  Lift me up to day. Lift me on eagles wings. Overcome the fear that sometimes holds me in my bed hitting the snooze button  or stops me going out of the door of  my home. Help me get beyond the anxiety and help me help others who feel this anxiety and the depression under the weightiness of bullying and deceit and betrayal and lies and greed and gluttony and avarice and how that motivates those who do harm to others. Help me know serenity. Help me keep my side of the street clean and do my best.   Help us today Lord.  Protect us from Jihad.  

Bless all those who were hurt and suffered loss at 9=11 and in the wars and guerrilla war and fourth column war since.  But thank you for the peace and quiet I sometimes know so well here on the coast by the peaceful ocean.  

Thank you Lord for this day. May I see you in every action and reaction. May I know your artistry and fathom your presence. May I know you are playing hide and seek with me and that I am sad only when I am not aware of you and too much focussed on my own self and thoughts. Help me overcome my fears and anxiety and celebrate your presence more with praise and thanksgiving.  Thank you Lord.