In meditation, God appears before me. She starts reaching inside of me. “You don’t need this anymore,” She says, pulling from the region of my lower right back, which always aches. I was once told by a psychic that this is where I store the hurts of others.
She continues to pull & fuss & rearrange me from the inside, and finally She pulls my heart out and looks at it. It is broken, hard & calcified. It’s a very ugly dead thing in Her hand.
“Do you really think you need this?” She asks me. I agree that it doesn’t look very functional.
“Great!” She says, tucking it inside her robes. “I’ll just keep it.” Then She reaches into Her own chest and brings forth a little blob of red, pulsing matter.
“Here,” She says. “I’ll trade you. Take a piece of my heart, instead.”
She places it inside of me. I’m disappointed. “I don’t feel any different.”
“Oh, you will,” She reponds. “Just give it a little time.”