IT'S NOT MY FAULT - A SHORT STORY BY GOD

It’s Not My Fault

A short story written by God IF he was indeed a man. I believe if God does exist she is a woman.

When life gets them down they look up and say “Why?”
Imagine always being blamed for everything and hardly ever thanked.
I never have a day off. I work 24 – 7. To some, it just isn’t good enough.
Here I am doing my daily things and I hear from below. “Why? Why did this happen?” I look quite surprised. What? What happened? I was over here helping this group and I just can’t keep up. I thought I had been doing a pretty good job on this family in Spain and I found a wonderful man for this woman in Kansas that has been alone for so long. I can’t even enjoy it and then I hear my name and someone is mad at me for something I had no knowledge of. I know I have been quoted as knowing all but really do I? How can I? I am only one being.

My heart breaks when their hearts break, my stomach hurts from the pain of their pain. I need to get more help. Maybe I can send more Guardian Angels but first I need to know where to send them. Sometimes I can guess where they are needed and at other times I wasn’t notified in time or even asked. When something good happens I hear a lot of. “It is about time.” What does that mean? Time for what? Time I did something or you bum, it is about time you did your job!

I need good people to be with good people but the world is so big and everyone is so impatient.  My time is so different than theirs.  I am proud of my good works.  I have done many.  Let man try to create the smell of a rainy day or the sound of silence. One time I actually saved a cat. I love that cat. But it is just an animal one might say. To me every soul is in me. I am only happy when they are happy but they think I want to destroy their happiness.  I guess it is easier to not take responsibility for their own actions. Sometimes their actions are so shocking to me. That is what hurts the most. When something so shocking happens that I can’t even comprehend it and they look up and blame me.

I even have inspired mothers, fathers, family and friends to reach out to their love ones and hold them, love them and tell them what is and how to and they listen and believe and then they turn away and still go down the wrong path.  They know in their heart that the other way is better but it is that darn choice thing I gave them. Maybe I shouldn’t have given them choice. I should have decided for them. I can do that because I am all-powerful. It would make my job so much easier.  Too late for that I guess.

What hurts me the most is when they feel better they forget about me.  Things get quiet here sometimes. Except 911. So much noise, so many prayers. So many thoughts coming with quotes like it was my plan. It happened for a reason. Hey, that was not me.  I wasn’t flying that plane. If I had been I would have landed it safely and not into a building. What kind of monster do people think I am?

They don’t know that I too have work to do and gardens to keep and many times I too would like to lie in the sun and just read a book with a cup of tea petting my cat.  How soft its fur feels to me.
Recently I got a computer and was just overwhelmed at how it all worked.  I was fortunate to have two of my younger Angels come from La Victoria Spain and set it up for me. I wish they wouldn’t wear such skimpy clothes. They showed me how I could save so much time and how I could do so much more. More. There is that word again.  It is usually in the same sentence as need and want.

I guess Thanksgiving is my favorite time of year, more than Christmas.  Christmas is all about presents and the man in the red suit. Don’t get me wrong. It is a wonderful concept.  Giving gifts to loved ones and having family dinners but Thanksgiving I feel somewhat more appreciated.  I hear a lot of dinner prayers that day. Still a lot of help and keep safe but a good heartfelt thanks goes a long way up here.

IT'S NOT MY FAULT - A SHORT STORY BY GOD

MY TOTEM

MY Totem

The hawk comes to you indicating that you are now awakening to your soul purpose, your reason for being here. It can teach you how to fly high while keeping yourself connected to the ground.

As you rise to a higher level, your psychic energies are awakening and the hawk can help you to keep those senses in balance. Its message for you is to be open to hope and new ideas, to extend the vision of your life.

The Hawk is an animal of flight. It soars through the air looking down, and sees everything. It has a larger perspective of what is going on down below. With its keen eyesight, it looks down as it soars through the air looking for its prey. It can see the smallest of creatures below.

The Hawk is known as a messenger, similar to the planet Mercury, for the hawk soars close to the Grandfather Sun, as does the planet. When you listen to the power of the Grandfather Sun or Wise Spirit that lives within, you are protected from all types of harm.

The Hawk teaches you to be observant and take a close look at your surroundings. It soars with the power to overcome difficult situations. It soars in circles over the life of the earth, asking you to circle over your life and view it from a higher perspective.

The Hawk has a distinct cry, one that most people are aware of. Its cry signifies awareness. If you hear the cry of the hawk use your intuitive ability to discern the message and seek the truth.

If a hawk has soared into your life, you require a higher perspective. You need to see the details of what is going on and look at the bigger picture. Take a look at your situation from above.

In representation to humanity, the hawk is called messenger, protector and visionary. Keen vision is one of its greatest gifts. Hawks see things others miss.

9/28/2014 – Back yard carrying its prey – awesome, sat in one of my tree watching me!