Love has Many Faces – Settle Accounts

Love of the heart settles many karmic accounts. At the end of the day and at the end of many other things, we’re left with something that’s much like clay. And then that turns to dust. (And then something new grows in place of what was – but that’s a whole ‘nother story.) Love is a funny thing. It can leave too, but only if it’s the wrong kind of love. The wrong kind of love is a love of corpses. I know, I know – you’d never have a love like that – it wouldn’t make sense would it? I mean, why love something that’s going to crumble to dust, no matter how good a compost it makes! So, here’s the thing – God doesn’t turn to dust. God’s love never dies. And God is open to being loved anytime you please. You want my advice? Just love God with all your heart. End of the day – the good karma’s just too good to turn down, right? ❤️

Love has Many Faces – God Gives

Love God once and God gives multi-million-fold love in return. We’re so used to quid pro quo (a favour or advantage granted in return for something) and what you give is what you get in this world that it’s hard to believe that there’s a way to get a return on our investment that’s way, way, way over what we originally put in. When we take one small step towards God, here’s what happens: God runs towards us at top speed, covering a million steps in an instant and sweeps us off our feet and into arms filled with love and happiness and any other sweet thing you could imagine. We give a little love and we get so much more back in return. Go on, give it a try. You’ll just love the result.

We got us a Live One!

I like to chat, but only when I feel like it. I can go ages without wanting to chat to anyone. And at other times I just want to talk but not to hear anyone talk back.

It’s like – there’s this guy I know that always wants to interrupt you when you’re talking. And it’s annoying. He tries to do it to me too but I just talk through him. I deliberately raise my voice so that I can just about hear that he’s saying something, but I just don’t know what it is. He’s, like, a little mosquito whining away in the background and I know I’ll have to deal with it at some point but for now, I’ll trust that my insect repellent is working.

So, yeah; I’ve strayed from what I’m trying to say, but the example was kinda relevant all the same, right? Sometimes I just want to talk without anyone commenting. Which is not to say that you shouldn’t, it’s just that you’ll have to wait until I’m in the mood before I reply.

And it’s rude. I know. It’s borderline aggressive to keep people holding on as I do. I pretend to myself that I’m assertive and that I have the right to reply in my own time, but I’d hate it in real life if someone did the same to me.

When I think about it – that’s what people do to me. They keep me holding on. Hmm, let’s think about this. Do you believe in karma?

In its simplest form, karma is about acting in a way that you expect that another wants you to act based on how they have acted with/towards you. Or, to reverse the flow: to see that others are acting towards you in a way that they perceive you want them to act based on how they think you are acting towards them. And yeah, that’s just scratching the surface. There are dark depths too, with bloody revenge exacted over multiple generations being just one of them.

So you see what I mean now about them keeping me waiting? They see that I do that with people and so naturally assume that I like people to act that way towards me! And so that’s how they act! The problem comes when my behaviour stems from aberrant personality traits concocted in a dark and twisted childhood.

To be honest, I don’t think that I had a dark and twisted childhood. But I do have aberrant traits. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing too bad. I’m only a little warped away from reasonable! But it’s enough to tick people off. And enough to get me upset when they get upset. I mean – can’t they be a little bit more understanding? Can’t they see that I’m flawed material and that I’m trying my best to deal with me?

Anyway, all as I’m trying to say is that: sure, I can give the impression that I’m a live-one, and that I’m willing to chat here, but try to understand that we are in the throes of a blood feud that goes back many generations. And so if I go cold for a while – deal with it. Because honestly? It’s much better than hearing a noise in your bedroom at night and then waking to see moonlight glinting off of an object that’s scything towards your …

Robert; stop right there!

Karma Store

You ever wondered where Karma is stored? Well I’m going to tell you. Just give me a second while I get the drum-roll ready.

While you’re waiting, let me fill you in on what I understand (so far). Karma is about intentions. When you have the intention to be nice to kittens, then you will set up a nice, glowing place inside your heart about kittens and so the next time you see one you will feel well disposed towards it.

The more things and people you are kind to, the more your heart will become glowing and warm.

If you are nice to everyone and everything then you’ll come to the point where those feelings in your heart overflow into your life and your total experience will be warm and glowing.

This, as I’m sure you’ll appreciate, is enough reward all by itself. Why would you need anything else but a life full of warm and glow!

Let’s just clear up a common misunderstanding at this point. If you are nice to kittens in this life it does not mean that, in your next birth, kittens will set up a kingdom in your name and ensure that you are cared for yada, yada, yada. Nor does it mean that people will be any nicer to you if you are nice to them. If they are – it’s a coincidence.

No. The entire effect of karma is centred on the changes it makes in your own mind, heart and life.

Good news, right?

This means that you can work out your entire salvation with diligence and can enjoy nice cups of tea in the peace of your own home without being bothered by any of those pesky social workers who keep banging on your door demanding to know why your house smells of cat-pee and …

But I digress.

Your karma is stored in an old (but good) biscuit tin under my bed.

Don’t worry – it’s safe.


I set down my mug with so much pride.

This is the best place for my drink – the same place I put it yesterday, the day before that and all the other yesterdays. It’s safe there because I know where it is. I won’t bother it there.

Then I sat down at the table.

As I eased myself in, one of my knees hit the table quite hard. The force of it made everything in the surface wobble, including the mug, which slopped hot liquid onto everything around it.

While I busied myself mopping up the hot liquid, my cornflakes going soggy in front of me, I thought about the saying ‘pride goes before a fall’.



People look after me. They cut me slack. They smile and say nice things. They encourage me and treat me nice.

I have the belief that when I do good things for people then people will do good things for me.

I wonder how it’s possible that I have done so many nice things that I have such a blessed life.

You see, sometimes I’m grumpy and I say harsh things. At other times I keep myself to myself. I think that I might be emptying my pot of happiness when I do those kinds of things. So I try not to.

I have a crick in my neck right now. Is it because I said something to upset someone? Do I have a pain in the neck because I have been a pain in the neck for someone?

I’m truly sorry. I hope you have a beautiful day.

Kindness – Robert.

One Good Turn

I sometime want to stop people in the street and say something good about them.

I mean, people generally put some effort into theit appearance and demeanour. I just want to acknowledge that.

Likewise, when I see someone jogging, or riding a bike or just going along in a distinctive way, I want to stop them and say ‘well done!’

Of course, I never do. Its as if it’s taboo.

It’s only really here that I can be myself and say nice things to people.

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You have a lovely blog. 🙂