Picture hiking up a great and formidable mountain. Then take note of the numerous routes that can be traveled to its venerable peak. Some routes up are smooth and direct. Others, more jagged and circuitous. Still some paths to the top are exceedingly difficult and maybe even borderline daunting to the novice hiker. Yet, all routes end at the same majestic peak. Here’s the catch though: You don’t know that there exist alternative routes up until you arrive at the mountain top and see other hikers emerge from divergent trails. It is only then when you realize that all paths lead to the same breathtaking pinnacle of oneness. Our differing spiritual faiths are those paths and the mountain top is the God/Goddess that they all lead too. There is no correct way to IT. There is not only one savior. All faiths equally ascend to the same exalted peak of peace and stillness.
This experience in a body that we call life is a precious opportunity and a sacred endeavor. What a blessing and what a remarkable occurrence for our souls to incarnate in a physical form time and time again. For just like the passing of the seasons, your soul infinitely spins on the cosmic wheel of oneness. Yet, this wonder of being in form can not be fully explored until we come to terms with the haunting specter of death. For as sure as the morning sunrise, we will all die and the time and manner will not be of our choosing. So, armed with this wisdom of the ages there is only one true and revered way to live: as if each day could be your last.