God, the painter

God was sitting in the infinite space, looking sadly at the Earth. He thought that free will had been his most precious gift for humanity, the symbol of the greatest love that any father could possibly offer to his children. It allowed his offspring to explore their full potential and be like him. However, selfishness, obsessive control, and domination of humanity have delayed such transformation.

He certainly was everything: a scientist, an artist, a musician, an astronaut, a psychologist, a doctor, a journalist… Everything. Longing to hear laughter again, glorious symphonies, prayers, and poems; see magnificent artists as the Renaissance ones, he decided to go star-fishing and spend his day painting.

The stars tickled his hands and smiled like an IM icon. They blew a few tender kisses at him as babies do. Then, all amused, they rolled across the dark sky. They exploded like fireworks filled with joy. An ethereal nebula suddenly drew a splendid hand. Coincidentally, at that same instant, a playful NASA camera photographed what was later called by the media “The hand of God.”

Ecstatic with his art, he thought: “Yes, here you are my hand looking forward to caressing your foreheads, easing your negative thoughts, giving you a pat on the back or offering the peace that you mistakenly seek through self-destruction and war.”

Many understood the message and prayed gratefully for such a magnificent sign. Others sought ways to deny it and disassociate our Father from the science he created by curiosity and love. Although, after all, with our low self-esteem and wasted brains, we were created in his image and likeness.


“Though God’s universe-garment is constantly changing, He remains ever the same; as individualizations of His Being, we too are to partake of that changelessness. The purpose of each soul’s sojourn on earth is to learn to see beyond the evanescence of phenomena to the Eternal Reality.”

Paramahansa Yogananda, The Second Coming of Christ, volume II (2004). USA.  1051. Self-Realization Fellowship.


Dios, el pintor

Estaba Dios sentado en el espacio infinito, mirando con tristeza el planeta Tierra. Pensaba en que el libre albedrío había sido su regalo más preciado, el símbolo de amor más grande que cualquier padre podía dar a sus hijos. Dicho presente estaba destinado a permitir a su prole explorar todo su potencial y llegar a ser como él. No obstante, el egoísmo, el afán de conquistar, poseer y dominar estaban apagando en la humanidad la capacidad de ser como Dios.

Él ciertamente lo era todo: científico, artista, músico, astronauta, psicólogo, médico, comunicador social… Todo. Anhelando escuchar de nuevo risas y sinfonías gloriosas, oraciones, poemas y prosa; además de ver magnos artistas como aquellos del Renacimiento, decidió ir a pescar estrellas y dedicar su jornada a pintar.

Las estrellas le hacían cosquillas en las manos y le sonreían cual ícono de mensajería instantánea. Les lanzó unos cuantos besos tiernos como si fueran bebés y ellas, divertidas, rodaron por el oscuro firmamento. Estallaron llenas de alegría cual fuegos artificiales. Una nebulosa eléctrica, etérea y fastuosa dibujó entonces una mano. Coincidió el momento con el clic de una juguetona cámara de la NASA cuyo personal llamó a la obra: La mano de Dios.

Contento éste con su arte, pensó: “¡Sí! ¡Aquí les va mi mano! Aquella que extraña acariciar sus frentes para aliviar sus pensamientos negativos, aquella que anhela darles una palmadita en la espalda u ofrecerles la paz que buscan a través de la autodestrucción y la guerra”.

Muchos entendieron el mensaje y oraron agradecidos por tan magnífica obra. Otros buscaron la forma de negarlo y desligar su amor infinito de padre de la ciencia creada por su curiosidad. Aunque, al fin y al cabo, con nuestra baja autoestima y un cerebro a medio usar, fuimos creados a su imagen y semejanza.

© Ámbar Varela
Text: January, 2014.  Image: October 11, 2016

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