Father, let me fix my eyes now on my desire to turn my eyes from all appearances before me here. Let there be no false god there to tempt me to turn away from not one moment in which I can see even the dark shadows of the un-past, the tiniest mistake of even a tiny mad moment denying me the opportunity to decide for truth once again. I behold the ugly, the hate, the mean spirit, the mask, the confusion, the severance—the legion of all that carry the heavy yoke of the untrue, so that I may see the Light in the darkening of Truth in my brother, as it is in me.

10-30-19. Bob Pajer

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