Is Decency a Weakness These Days?

What Jesus maintained all in his life on Earth was special. Of course, we all regard him as the greatest educator of unselfish love, yet, he had a very personal approach to each and every issues: decency.

Have we lost the touch with our inner nature? Have we lost our connection with the area in our brain where the right things are? Because the was this world presents itself nowadays is that the loss of backbones – massively and individually both.

It is a common understanding how the leaders in various fields are compromised, unreliable and basically liars. Just think of politicians, business leaders or even faith-makers. If there is one who is a decent person, just a questions of time, a period and will be gone. Isn’t it so?

However, there is not so much talk about ourselves.

We don’t usually tend to see and admit we are compromised, our days began more of a pretending than manifesting the very ideas we had vowed for. Marriage, parenthood, siblinghood, friendships – are we really always on the top of our game to realize when to confess where to change?

Do we even think of altering the course of our ever-growing ego into active humility?

Despite the very fact how Jesus led his life as and example that amidst each and every, any kind of everyday matter or extraordinary circumstances. He would never give up who he was, that part never changed. He carried out his belief in his true identity from his childhood.

Do we always know who we truly are? Do we ever think who we are not meant to be instead of what others expect us to become?

If we understood our original connection to God, the depth and love how He made sure we would be born into this world of changes and growing, we would never compromise our decency in life and we would always stand up for what we are believing in, independently of the circumstances.

But faith is institutionalized, faith is compromised, faith is demonized, faith is broken these days.

So as our decency in ourselves if we let this soak into our skin. This muddy, fluid, ever-changing, spineless attitude of altering our fates for our own good.

Decency is not like that.

It might be old, it might sound outdated but decency is still on option to be more mature, more reliable, uncompromising and true to our own identity, manifesting the spark of Heavenly Father’s heart in ourselves through the constant actions of giving without expecting anything in return.

That is decency, that is life, that is the chance for a greater tomorrow for all of us.

Just like Jesus showed it to us.

 

Joshua Dragon

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Love Unbounded: The Feral Cat

The feral cat shook its fur on the blanket. It stretched its back a bit, carefully enough not to wake up completely.

 

If feral cats can yawn, it yawned, too.

 

“So, this is where I am” – noted with narrowly opened eyes. It was dark in the room.

“It’s okay to be here”, continued its thoughts “though…” and the thoughts became foggier.

“Where was I?” asked itself while falling back asleep again.

“Now, I know” woke up again. Well, this was more of a purr than a real waking up. The one everyone makes especially feral cats.

“I could be loved more”.

“Definitely, I could be patted and loved more.”

“My fur needs to be combed more often. Holy Mice, this silky fur needs combing, at all!”

“And I could have a real name, not just this temporary.”

“Humans are so weird, why couldn’t I have a normal name, like Johnny? Or just simply, John?”

 

So, John, the feral cat fell asleep again. This time he was dreaming about being patted, loved, cared and always fed more than he could think of.

 

He wasn’t greedy at all. John was among those who always appreciated each and every little bite – never thinking of how pathetic the situation could look like.

“Come Kitty-kitty, jump here to the window shield!” or “Kitty-kitty, catch the food!” and sometimes “Come let’s play! Where is your food? Can you smell it? Yes, it’s right in that tiny box, can you grab it out, Kitty-kitty?” But he didn’t care. Actually, time to time he even liked these silly games.

 

Originally, John (or Johnny for friends), had a shelter in the street, next to a crowded road. Life in a shelter is not fun; all humans know this well, so as feral cats. However, this was his home and he liked it. He liked it even in downpour; those times he was just sitting and let the raindrops wash the dust away from his hair. He enjoyed watching the rain and feeling the fresh air as it was cleaned from the pollution.

 

John took a deep breath in his sleep.

 

Other times, he was just laying in the grass, watching some buzzing bugs flying around the dandelions. He didn’t know so much about bugs but he respected them. On the contrary to those fellow feral cats who behaved like birds and had a tendency to keep bugs on the daily menu, John was just watching them.

 

If feral cats can smile, those times he was smiling, too.

 

And John was a peaceful love seeker.

 

He was curving in the blanket now.

 

John’s memories were full of nice moments with children whom (and this was something he was really proud of) never ever bitten or scratched.

He had just a special feel for them.

He enjoyed their laugh and certainly he enjoyed when they pat him.

 

Once he even jumped into a baby cart. The three young siblings were laughing and patting him and the mother was taking photo of him. That was a nice feeling: belonging to somewhere, belonging to someone. For a moment John forgot he was a stray, an unplanned and unwanted; a useless beggar in the eyes of many. He was just happy and comforted.

 

John didn’t know then, but that was the very moment when his whole life was about to change completely.

 

John walked into to the other room and laid down to the feet of the children. He immediately fell asleep again. As he was sleeping, with one of his ears he was constantly checking the young children’s breath to see if everything was okay with them.
by Joshua Dragon

 

(Love Unbounded is a series of short stories from real life.)

Loosing friends

It still hurts when I realize how far we are from each other with a friend who would be a real one.

You know, when you don’t even think of how great this what you have is, because you feel it is eternal and everything will be as it is.

And then it’s not.

Hard to find the point when the change starts to happen and then, all of a sudden, you know you are not there where you used to be. Not any more.

And it hurts, hurts a lot.

Where have the good days gone?

You never know. They are just gone.

And you feel the loneliness. The emptiness echoing.

And there is only God to talk.

God who has always been there waiting for you. And now, He is waiting for you to say a word. To say anything.

And there is nothing you can tell Him.

It happens you are empty. There is a void when you understand your real friend is just not that person whom you were thinking as a friend.

Still, God is there.

My friend has been silently waiting for me.

My friend, who has always been there for me. And it was me who became distant. The one who did not respond for His calling.

And still He is here for me.

God still wants to be my friend. Despite I abandoned Him. Despite how I thought we were good when we were not. Despite everything, God is still there.

God is still within.

What am I going to tell Him?

 

 

Joshua Dragon

 

(from my upcoming book: God is Still Within)

 

you can also read: Rebirth – Again and Rebirth is needed here

Can God Really Heal Us?

Common belief

God will save and heal

Us in time of needs

Yet nobody knows

Why He would do that

When we are not there

Where we should be

This time or ever

We have been blaming

Him and each other

For everything in disorder

Life

Health

Fortune

Lack of clarity

Ignorance is bliss

Imperfect hide and seek

Why would God heal us

We are not machines to be fixed

We are sons and daughers

Who need to grow

Mature and prosper

Embrace who is our Father

Whose characteristics we shall reflect

 

 

Joshua Dragon

Rebirth is needed

As I was combing through the words, wisdoms and teachings this short line enlightened me: Rebirth is needed.

 

How true.

Often forgotten.

 

And the most unusual part? You need to die first, voluntarily.

 

After the foggy days, you know, when the painkillers shred off, everything is sharper yet pale. Thinking back, there were days with daydream-fevers, that state, when everything has its place while you are in and makes completely no sense when you are looking back at it.

Which one is real?

When everything works despite struggles or when nothing seems to be working, feels cold, a bit cruel as you are unwanted, people are uninterested in you, yet, it is said that is reality, that is life.

And the sad part: you feel it is true somewhere.

And you are fighting against yourself, hiding this realization, escaping into mind palaces.

But each escaping is a failure.

You always need to be able to transform any unpleasant circumstances into a more ideal one, creating Heaven with your thoughts, words and actions.

It doesn’t feel right and it is completely nonsense.

Still, the only way to create a better world if you make it. Nobody else will make it for you or to the people you care, love.

 

I have always been lack of bright sense when it came to take care of myself.

At all.

Completely.

 

And now, it’s like left out words waiting after anything I write or think, a predetermined ending.

So, my free will is among the boundaries I’d involuntarily made?

 

God couldn’t have given me my destiny for sure, if I weren’t anywhere near to become a co-creator in life!

 

There is this significant difference with ageing: awareness can be pre-occupied with mindless things and the numbness; the greatest fear of all: loosing me, myself and I. For sure, I am my own flesh, but I am more. Even if science lacks the equipments to measure, I do have a soul, I do have love in me.

 

I do have God in me.

 

At least, there is a place where He had temporary shelter to dwell, at least in a tiny part.

 

And I know, fatal sicknesses are not by Him, but it is scary and hard.

What if?

The what ifs are the scariest and the hardest.

 

I do lead a good life, I am a good person. Yet, I have so many mistakes, I have accidentally wronged others and I had to realize, somewhere I am also vain.

What if my failures…

 

Just get back to life, just get back to help others, especially if they don’t know it, and gain back love to do more.

The foggy days are over.

The rest will be done, either way.

 

 

Joshua Dragon

 

(from my upcoming book: Good is Still Within)

Rebirth – Again

God has granted me the chance to be reborn – again.

 

This wasn’t the first time.

The miracle is still flowing through my cells. Minute by minute I can acknowledge the strength.

 

When you feel life is coming back to you and you have this sense of strange feeling of guilt that you haven’t earned it. And you feel it is kind of right.

I can type again. Probably, I can write again.

I could cook yesterday.

I could carry the bags from shop the day before yesterday.

I was able to breath a few days ago.

 

It is still strange, an unusual mystery, how easily it can be forgotten and looked obvious that even lifting an arm was a distant desire not known for sure ever to be fulfilled – and now it is normal.

How things can loose their meaningfulness so easily in our life?

Like they had no value at all for us.

Vanity is an ever-existing condition it seems.

Indeed, as there is progress, we deem to forget priorities which were reset in a way we felt were the truth.

Now, a race started again: which minuscules could tramp over and misguide my presence, derail my consciousness to plastic reality?

Can I be the king of the fake world? Can I be in that competition, with even greater strength? It feels like that, every single moment which I spend with muting my inner voice and reasoning myself: surfing, watching, listening, not-praying and self-treating are worthier ways.

I know, God hasn’t saved me for this. It looks, a rebirth doesn’t make me different from what I used to be, not in an instant, not without growth.

Though, healing is also a process.

Maybe I also should be more accepting with myself. I should let myself to heal inside, heal from the world, from the life I’ve lived.

 

 

JD

 

(from my new book: God is Still Within)

Who will forgive the sinners?

Who will forgive the sinners
If I am unable to do so?

Who will teach my enemy
How to change for good?

Who will guide the haters
To manifest true love?

Who will change the rage
If I can’t let it go?

Who will bring the joy
To those who feel lost,
Who are hurt
Full of prickles,
Whose words are sharp blades,
Whose unrighteousness
Turns life to hell?

Who will forgive the sinners
If I am blind
Unable to see
There is no difference?

In the eye of God
We are all one

far from home

 

Joshua Dragon

What Crushes You

What crushes you
is not what you’ve left
and not what you’ve been missing in life
not even the dreams you feel can’t be achieved
but the times when you are helpless
and can’t save everyone
not even those who are the most beloved ones
to you

What crushes you
is you
feeling lonely
flooding through space
and wrinkles of time
not knowing what’s happening
without discovering
the truth

What crushes you
is living without God
having those moments
when you are alone
without the umbilical cord

then you should just go and do
because you already know
who can live inside of you

 

Joshua Dragon

A day-closing prayer for children

My God, My Good God,
My eyes are closing now,
But Yours are open,
Watch me while I’m sleeping!

Forgive me, if I did anything wrong,
I promise, I will be better tomorrow than I was today!
Please, take care of those whom I love
and the ones who love me!

Heavenly Father, I would like to sleep now,
To dream beautiful things, to wake up fresh.
Please, look after our True Parents
and this family!

Thank you

Good Night!

 

Joshua Dragon

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