Open Letter To God: From a Leru

Dear God,

I know that some people say that you aren’t real and that you do not really exist, that you are just something people have made up in their minds like Santa Claus. I’m not one of them! I believe you are real. I also know that many other people believe in you too, but they all seem to be so confused about who you are so they argue, fight, and kill each other in your name, which doesn’t make much sense to me. That is part of the reason that I’m writing this letter to you, because there is so much arguing, fighting, and killing going on in the world that I’m really afraid for myself, my family, my friends, and really for all of us. I’m not so much afraid that you will become so disappointed in us and that you will punish us. What I really fear is what we are doing to ourselves and to this beautiful world that you created for us. My mother read the book Letters To U: From The Mysterious Dr. M. – The Handbook On Being Human, vol. I, and she read some of it to me and talked to me about it. When the Mysterious Dr. M. described the Leru, the Fearful members of the human family, I felt like he was describing me. He said, the Leru are humans who are so disturbed by the negative energy in human social interactions that they become frozen in fear, unable to pursue their dreams, and unable to share their gifts, insights, and talents with the world. That is exactly how I feel most of the time and I sometimes wish that you would just call me home to you so I could stop feeling so sad. But then I remember that I’m just a kid and that I still have time to make a difference and maybe change things. At least I hope I still have time!

People who say that you don’t exist say, how can there be a God? They say you don’t exist because there is so much pain and suffering in the world and that an All Powerful God would not allow all of the horrors that I see. I don’t think the pain, suffering, and horrors are your fault. I think they are because of the choices each of us make and because so many of us have been making very bad choices. When I was 6 years old, which wasn't that long ago, my dad showed me how to seed and grow a plant. After a few weeks the plant began to come out of the soil. That was really a wonderful thing to see. It was like I created life and I thought, Wow, I can only imagine how you must feel having given life to so many things. After a few months some of the leaves and flowers on my plant began to turn colors and then they fell off and died. My dad said that he wanted me to understand how life and death work together. He said that a few leaves and flowers had to die to make room for new leaves and flowers to come forth, and sure enough new leaves and flowers replaced the ones that had died. It was a pretty cool thing! It seemed really natural. I took care of my plant for a couple of years and I often thought about you while I was watering my plant. I imagined you taking care of all of the beautiful things that you have planted into existence and even helping me to take care of my little plant.

Then one day I came home from school and my plant looked kind of funny, like it was not as healthy as it was before. My mom said that the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth are a natural part of the life process. That was what my dad told me too. But she also said that plants could catch diseases and get sick and that sometimes the disease could be so bad that it could kill the plant. I continued to water my plant and even gave it some extra food that my parents bought for me from the plant place (I forgot what they call it) but after a few weeks it started to die. I was really sad and even when the plant was dead I kept it for a long time because it was just too hard to let it go, to say goodbye. It was like losing a friend. Then my dad said I could put the plant into the compost that he keeps to feed the garden and that my plant would live again when we returned it to the ground in the garden. He said my dead plant would become part of the new plants and herbs and flowers growing in our garden. That made me feel a little better but I still hated to see my plant die. I wondered if it suffered while it was dying. It was in the moment that I put my plant into the compost that I realized that you would not want to see any part of your creation suffer. Do you also feel sadness?

After that experience, my parents allowed me to work with them in our garden and I learned a lot about how you have designed your creation for things to work together and in harmony. Over the past couple of years I learned that people, and families, and communities, and nations, and really the whole world is like a garden and we are suppose to work together and in harmony. But I think we have caught some really bad disease and like my plant our world is dying and I’m afraid, sad, and feel so alone because so many people don’t seem to care or even to recognize what is happening. And I don’t know what to do. So I decided to write to you and see if you can offer any suggestions on how I can help save what you have created.

In the Handbook, the Mysterious Dr. M. and U were able to communicate with each other by writing into each other’s minds. I don’t have a mailing address for you but my parents said that if I sat down and wrote this letter to you that you would be able to know exactly what I wrote and exactly how I feel. They even helped me with my spelling and grammar so it wouldn’t be so hard for you to understand me. My parents said that you could also communicate with me in my dreams like the Mysterious Dr. M. and the Ero Enia (the Traveler People) in the Handbook. So I hope you will visit with me and help me to figure some things out. I don’t want our world to die. I don’t want to see the oceans and air polluted. I want to be able to swim in the ocean, to drink clean water, and to breath clean fresh air. I don’t want to see so many of your beautiful animals die because of our bad choices. And I’ve come to think of your wonderful plants and trees as relatives and friends who come with gifts of beauty, shade, nutrition, and healing. I want us to stop killing each other and to begin loving and caring for each other like we are all family, because we are all family. My parents told me that Dr. M. said that Creating Peaceful Space is a choice. They told me about the Prime Directive of the Human Family and it makes so much sense to me. I believe we all need to be reminded that each of us has to part to play in taking care of your creation. Would you help me make a difference?

Thanks for reading my letter. I’m hoping to hear from you really soon because the disease seems to be getting worst and I feel sadder everyday.

Your Creature

Filled with fear and sadness but holding on to hope!

Living in alignment with the Prime Directive

is a choice to which everyone should be invited!
You have been invited!

Create Peaceful Space! 
Trust Your Process!

Peace, Love, and Health!

Preview The Handbook On Being Human, vol. I