The Grand Conspiracy of the Cookie Jar of God - Trust me... it makes sense. Sort of.

Life is a Set-Up, a Sting

(The Cookie Jar of God)

This is a set up.

A conspiracy by God

And His cronies of

Angels.

This is a sting.

A well executed operation

By the Lord

To entrap us into

Acting and confessing

Our guilt.

My mother was in it

Right from the beginning,

So was my father and brothers.

And now I know that

All of my friends abetted God

In His grand scheme,

Which He meticulously affected

Through the agency

Of His Prophets, Saints and Angels.

I never stood a chance.

I never had an inkling.

Deprived as I was

Of my senses,

In the state of loving,

All planned by

He Who plans best

And He Who loves best.

Creating each atom of oxygen

That I breath,

In each second of my life,

From the rising of the Sun

To its setting in the West.

Confounded by Love

At every turn,

To be finally

Caught red handed...

With my mittens

In the Cookie Jar of God.

Oh, my love,

Did you know about this?

Or are you part of the conspiracy too!?

Nobody conspires like God. Nobody plans and executes his plans as perfectly as God. Not a flutter of a leaf in the breeze, not an earthquake occurs that is not in His plan. Each of our success, and each of our errors, all are occuring in a singular plan unmatched in its breadth and depth. Each microscopic pulse which runs through our neurons was pre-arranged and organised according to His will.

I am a conspiracy freak. But I am not interested in the Illuminatis, the Masons or the Boy Scouts. My curiousity is about the Lord and His ways. I don't have a complete picture yet. Some of the information I have gathered cannot be verified. But I suspect... indeed I am totally worried, that you and I, and the rest of humanity... holy moly(!)... we are all being set-up by God's own conspiracy of Love and Happiness.

Forgive me if I appear paranoid... but I cannot help feeling this way. For I see and hear little hints and clues which inexorably lead me to a single conclusion - that God Loves us. Yes... yes. I know this is sometimes difficult to accept. Especially when bad things appear to happen to us (and other people). But perhaps the fault lies in us, and not God? 

I admit it, sunshine. I have trespassed into the Temple of the Elders. And there, in their most secret Holy Pantry, I have dipped my mittens into the Cookie Jar of God. I found it to be full of Love Cookies. Baked by God Almighty Himself. And boy... He is the Best Baker ever...

Want some?

Pax Taufiqa.