The earth according to Julian

 The English mystic Julian once saw earth in the palm of God's hand as a small hazelnut. It is the inspiration of today's blog.

I was arguing as to the interesting beliefs of those who would believe that there is an afterlife. Or miracles. Or whether Jesus is real, if prophecy is advanced knowledge or very effective wishful thinking. All those things mark the person.

I, for instance, believe prophecy is a foretelling. That miracles are real. That the promise of an afterlife is much like the hazelnut in Gods hand, a small foretaste of the eternal life which can blossom there. We are all in a nutshell here. Our lives touched by everything that lives around us, shaping us like our own DNA. My little cat Pac who was so devoted and much like a dog, playing fetch, taught me to love animals, as my little hermit crab who was tiny enough to look as if he had no brain,  but brainy enough to always move his sponge so I knew he needed water. I wish I had built him a huge solarium. If I live to see myself in even a small room with a bed amd table, I will have a cat and a hermit crab with a huge habitat. 

So you see, we make believe not that there is a God, but there isnt one. There is plenty of proof God exists. Every race, creed, nationality, has seen there, this or that that proves God exists and cares. I was told as a child, "where does this all come from?" And that alone has sufficed to prove it to me.