(The baby looked up and for the first time, acknowledged the Presence of another Being, staring into the full face of a Grandfatherly type person who smiled back. Couldn’t help but notice the unconditional love beaming toward the infant. Was almost palpable, that’s how the feeling of Goodness filled the vacuum of space between the two. I saw it in the love He said we all experienced as newborns. No matter what we did or didn’t do, we were loved. And we knew it, perhaps, knew it from the inside out. And, that’s when I got insight from interviewing that Grandfatherly type [‘G’d,’ for short] in the small hamlet of Nirvana, a little way’s up from Philadelphia.)
Contoveros (C’os): “You do this with all babies?”
Grandfather (G’d): I do it with all people, no matter what the size or age, but few feel it as the smallest of the small can.
G’d: They forget, and often take years until remembering that my Love is there . . . always was . . . and always will be, so help me . . . And it’s unconditional, no matter what they do.
C’os: “Even the bad ones, the ones that do bad things?”
G’d: There are no such things as “bad ones.” I love them all. You see things as good or bad, but there is another reality you once knew but have forgotten to remember.
C’os: “How can someone “remember” what they forgot?”
G’d: Go within. You’ll find the answers there.
C’os: “You mean anyone can tap into this, what You call ‘unconditional love.’ “
C’os: “You don’t have to do anything . . . I mean, you don’t have to ‘earn it,’ or perform meritorious acts to gain this?”
G’d: Love can be found in what you call “meritorious acts.” It is when a person serves another that he and she is ‘served.’ The very act — a guileless, unselfish act — becomes its own reward.
C’os: “Ok, I can accept that. But, now that I got Your attention, could You tell me what You meant about the “Chosen” people mentioned in the great books?”
G’d: Somebody got the translation wrong. “Chosen” got inserted for the word “Known” by some overzealous reporter.“
C’os: “You mean all of this time the “Chosen” ones were simply the “Known” ones? Or the ones who came to “Know” You? Or, those who could get to “Know” You?”
G’d: You’ve answered your own question.
C’os: “That’s not fair. Now You’re talking like a shrink. Is that Who or What You really are? Someone who let’s us find our own answers while You just lead us on . . .”
G’d: Is that how you see Me?
C’os: “See. Just like a psychiatrist! But, now You’re acting more like a lawyer, not answering a direct question, but letting someone like me try to figure out what You actually mean.”
G’d: You can, you know.
G’d: Figure it out.
C’os: “What about all the bad things in the world? Are You responsible for them? If so, why do You let ’em happen?”
G’d: I give you nothing but Love. You may not always feel that; might even interpret it differently, and not see it my way your entire lifetime.
C’os: “Are you saying that, in reality, all things are good, if we only choose to view it that way?”
G’d: You could say it like that.
C’os: “Well, how else should I say it? What language should I use that all could understand?”
G’d: The one language. The universal one.
C’os: “What’s that?”
G’d: The one I use with this baby and all other small children — the one you know as Unconditional Love.