Where Next for Faith?

We are often more fortunate in this country than we realise. Matters of faith, religion, even the lack of any philosophy is governed not by law but protected by it. 

It is a fact that the UK government desire no control nor influence over that which it designates as a matter of conscience.

Christian Spiritualism as a denomination of the Christian faith should, in theory at least, have those same legal defences and recourses, but when we look at popular culture, mass media shows mostly mockery, disdain, and ridicule.  Because of this, it is a popular misconception that we are not a faith group at all, or worse, we are too small and insignificant, too off the wall to give any thought.

I in no way claim my faith is alone in this lack of robust protection; here, I can only speak plainly of my own, but I know that we are not alone, simply a paradigm of more significant threats to religious freedoms.  It is deemed just and righteous by the right of freedom of thought and speech to describe us as charlatans, abusers of the vulnerable, demonic worshippers and entertainers.  Once I even heard Spiritualism described as the ill-thought-out and contradictory phrase ‘Non-evidenced based theological grouping’.

One might hope to find solace, comfort, or support amongst those of faith, yet painfully I confess this is still not so.  Driven by the focus of difference, rather than the emphasis of the familiar, the error again is compounded.  The individuality that was gifted to us all by God itself, making us unique, is crushed under a yolk of cultural determination, gender, sexual preference and difference solely based on human interpretation of divine providence.

At the beginning of the pandemic, I received scorn for expressing caution and concern that the new attitude of kindness and unity we experienced when our regular life was made empty by the changes we faced may only be a temporary phase.

At first, this void of normalcy filled with hope, confidence, and love, all too soon to be replaced with hatred, frustration, and suffering. We must recognise and remember that the initial hand of kindness did not reach out to every heart, despite what was publicly first perceived.  The hopes we shared for a newer, more prosperous life became drowned and mired in mistrust and the sins of the past, renewed in a symphony of silence, as profound as when the whale swallowed Jonah.

The pandemic has had a lasting impact on so many lives, both directly via loss to the pandemic itself, and indirectly, by those who lost loved ones during it, but not from the virus. I lost my father to ill health in January 2021, and because it was not virus related, we were able to see him for a few hours before he passed. But, he had been hospitalised for five days before this, that last we saw him was when he left the family home, convinced he would return.

Myself with Dad, in the Kitchen after a Service

Two days later, he fell unconscious and never woke up again for the remainder of his time there. We got to say goodbye, but because of the pandemic, he was alone, if not for the wonderful team in Addenbrookes Hospital, he would have been completely alone, for most of that time. I and my family, are just a teardrop in an ocean of missed goodbyes in this world.

Many people have turned more to faith for comfort this last year, I would have been lost myself without mine. But what real hope do we offer those who come to us for a better world, if we continue to focus on what does not matter, rather than what does?

For too long, we have allowed the failings of the past to submerge and hinder the potential purpose and the enduring hope that faith can provide. When we are united, and at our best, we are the hand of the heavenly hosts themselves, but when we are at our worst, we are as much the problem as we could potentially be the solution.

In the past years, religious faiths and groups of a theological and philosophical nature have begun working together, communicating as never before.  Still, again, this wondrous gift did not reach out to all hearts.  Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast!

It is easy to speak of unity and togetherness, to preach coming together when thousands or millions will listen.  The more important task is to listen to those who do not have such a platform, only by listening and supporting them, transforming those promises and declarations into deed.  Even the smallest voice is crucial under the family of humanity.

Unless our efforts for change and unity are genuine, consciously struggled for, unless grand gestures are transformed from platitudes to win favour into a force for good to change the world, they are meaningless.

In other words, just as with prayers said by rote with little real thought for the meaning, without doing something about unity and change, words are a gesture as empty and hollow as the desiccated husk of a beetle long dead in an arid wasteland.  We all know; if we continue with empty promises, we shall also become that empty carapace forgotten in the sands of lost opportunities.

We stand at the dawn of another shift in attitude.   We must all unite to bring aid, and the songs of the choirs of all our respective immortal realms, into the light of day and carry each other forward with them.

We have a chance, here, now, in this time, to make a real difference to that which we leave our inheritors, to look upon the hopes of those that will follow with unconditional resolve, that they may look back to us with respect and kindliness.

Even if only one soul in seven billion remains in solitude and despair, there is no victory.

It is to fail the nature of our service to those that we have sworn by holy vow to uphold.  We are responsible for maintaining the names, the faces, the teachings of our faiths.  We have, thus far, failed.  A failing, we can ill afford to ignore or nurture and pass off as a consequence of causality.

We must do better.

To that end, I call all people of spiritual conscience to stand and be counted, take the countenance of our ancestry, and speak our truths and glories but listen with patience and kindliness to the realities of others.

Write, speak, post on blogs and social media.  Then we must equally read the river of faithful utterances that flow from the hearts of each other. Only then will we see the miracle of creation, in the voice of the universe made manifest in those parts that reflect our heartfelt supplications and make these our focus, striving for a restoration of all that is good and noble.  

That is the purest reflection of the voices of the angels singing us to a brighter tomorrow. Then we must embrace and share these similar ideas and sing of our chorus of them, for the constant worship of difference has drowned out the praise of what unites us.

Be of peaceful spirit and heart, talk, listen to one another or fail again to learn from the mistakes of our progenitors.

Our time on this Earth is short and limited; we must therefore not wait but act now, for as much as we must be agents for change in our groupings, we must also be agents for community and hope in the broader family of our earthly siblings.  We must be a foundation for a ministry of reconciliation by action and deed, by example and demonstration, not by subjugation or chastisement, so that even the humblest and softly spoken amongst us do not live a life of suffering servitude.

We must ask ourselves how we are to be remembered, perceived by those who inherit the world from us; remembered as those who failed to build a more loving and united world, for all iniquity, or as the rich and fertile ashes from whence the phoenix of a newer life sprang.

We have a chance here and now to exalt and make steadfast the teachings of our respective faiths open and welcome if not in practice but understanding to all of humankind, banishing the fear and hatred formed around the word ‘religion’.

We must all remember the only ‘power’ in a ministry position is love; the sole authority is divine providence. The superior strength is in listening with patience to views we not usually accept, but then focusing only on what unites us.

The consequence of failing to change the way the world perceives faith and religion is too unthinkable to this servant.  And it is our responsibility, not just to preach, but to teach, not just to lead praise, but to lead by example, not just to represent God, but to represent every living soul.  Faith and religion are owned, not by any single one of us; we only keep it safe within our hearts to pass on to those who would listen and follow.

Some might say that only one or a few voices speaking their truths cannot have enough impact on the world.  This statement is not valid.

If we were to remove the presence and influence of just five humans from history, humankind would irrevocably change forever; the faithful worship of 4.3 billion people of the world’s population would cease, never have been.  I am painfully aware that many would say this is not a bad thing.  I do not question the right to think that way, but I fail to recognise the statement’s validity. 

Without faith to sustain those who believe, without hope, without the promise of a better life given by those texts known as sacred, without the guidance and wisdom of those kind hearts inspired by those holy words to raise each other from pain, this world would be a darker place.  You do not need to be religious to be a good person but to be of true faith, you need to be a good person.

Jesus of Nazareth 2020 by © Bas Uterwijk

The legacy of those five beings, Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael, Muhammad, and Jesus, despite those who would use their influence for personal gain, to harm, is still one of peace, hope, and faith for sixty per cent of the worlds true faithful.

So, can we make a difference?  The lesson of those five sacred beings demonstrates a decisive yes.

We can all build a better world for ourselves, each other, for the future.  If we are to succeed, we must embrace each other as equals, encourage and celebrate those parts of our faiths that teach us we are all the children of God, united in praise of unconditional love.

We must carry that message, that lesson, that dream, in our hearts.  Never to judge, never to condemn, never to silence the plans of God within the hearts of his children.  Do we pass on the good graces of our conscience, or carry forward the burden of our failures to the next generation, repeatedly? 

Do we condemn ourselves to silent oblivion?  Today and every day, we must make a conscious and straightforward choice to accept the truth that the voice of God speaks within us all, using many languages, expressed through many cultural determinations, and revealing itself in its eternal glory, through many faces.

There but for the Grace of God go we.

The Most Rev’d Nick Brown,

Supporting Archbishop to the First Minister, The New Christian Spiritualists’ Society.

The Disparaged Architect

A Parable concerning the question; If there is a God, why do bad things happen?

There was once an architect who had the idea of creating the greatest home for people there had ever been.  He had it all worked out in his mind to build the nicest block of flats in the universe, it would be perfection.  He put his plans down on paper and listed everything he felt would be needed, not just to actually build it, but to permanently sustain those who would live there.  He needed to ensure the residents would never want for anything and could live free, happy and in peace.

There would be an unending well, that would supply the water, a huge garden that would bring beauty and as much food as would ever be needed, as well as plants that would grow materials to make clothes.  The actual building would be big enough to give more than enough space for those who lived there and was designed and placed in a location that meant all would get light and warmth from the sun, even in winter.

After he finished the building he went for a look round at how nice it was, he was pleased but waited a little while for the garden to grow, and everything to settle and be ready, then the day came when it was ready and he invited people to move in.  He told them, they had everything they would ever need in abundance and would not even need to pay rent, as he did not need anything, only to know that they were happy, and to that end all he asked, in return for their living there, was to have their thanks, and let him know how things were going.

They all lived there, in that wonderful place, for a time, in harmony, it went well, and although the architect stopped by from time to time and he was shown thanks, to know the residents were happy and self-sufficient he left them alone more, as the whole point of the exercise was to have them need or want for nothing.

One day, the emails and letters of thanks stopped coming.  He was concerned and wondered what was going on, so he stopped by, to find the wonderful block of flats he had built, was in disrepair, damaged, and generally in mess and confusion.

He found that the residents had been squandering his gift to them, they had wasted and squandered the garden, had cut down trees and ransacked the plants, and inside it was worse.  Some of the residents had decided they wanted more than they had, and had taken rooms and resources from the weaker ones, they had kept things to themselves, like food and cotton, forcing others to trade to get them, meaning they had to work twice as hard as they needed to in order to survive.  What had hurt him the most, was that the stronger more dominant ones had told the others that it was all the idea of the architect in order to keep them in line.

He was horrified.

He decided to send his son, whom he wished to learn the family business anyway to work as a caretaker, to live with the people.

Some did not believe him at first, thinking he was not the son of the architect, believing him to be playing the games that they had been, in order to gain control.  However, in the end, he taught them to work together again, helped them rebuild, showed them the error of their ways, helped the weaker to become stronger, and gave them all they needed again to succeed.  He also gave them some simple rules on how they could prevent the previous problems from happening again.

His father was so pleased; he brought him back home and made him his right-hand man in the family business.

Thank you notes started again, and again order, balance and peace ruled their lives, for a time of course…

Ask yourself one question.  Who was to blame in this story?  Was the architect, who lovingly built the wonderful home, or the ungrateful residents, who became bullies, and imposing on the weaker one, sending the order into chaos?

We have been given the same such gift by God, to live freely and in peace, with all we ever needed, but that gift is squandered by the strong, forcing the weak to work harder than they should need to.

Is it not people who cause the problems of this Earth, not God, and it is us, my friends, and only us, who can fix them once again.

There is a deeper message in this story too, that goes beyond simply the first question posed.

The problems that we face in the world are very much money related at the moment; economy this, resources that, governments, parliaments and kings all bedraggled and in shock, and this is passed down to the people, who end up footing the bill for fixing things.

Who invented the economy, trade, commerce, and giving people the power to run our lives? 


God did not say in the beginning thou shalt float heaven on the stock exchange and I will charge an entry fee, or rent for eternity.  God did not suggest that we should argue, fight or kill each other over a piece of cloth, meant to represent a piece of land that is ‘owned’.

Most importantly, and here is the clincher, God, at no point, wanted us to kill each other, over the different ways we feel we should say ‘thank you’ to him.

No, humans made that choice.  Which in turn sours the ‘thank you’, does it not?

There is an old saying, ‘You’ve made your bed, now lay in it.’  I have always found this to be somewhat defeatist, I could never understand the logic behind it.  If you don’t like how the bed was made, learn from it and start again.

If humans are the architects of their own troubles, learn from it, and start again.  Sometimes the simplest of answers truly is the only way forward, are they not?

The Deep Rooted Tree

A Parable, within a parable, about the identity of God, and how some choose not to listen, only talk!

I often look forward to talking about my faith and my way of life.  I rarely start the conversation mind you, as I feel the best way to have people listen to what you are saying, is because they choose to do so.  This one of the reasons why I look forward to that knocks on the door when individuals bring their faith to me, in the hope that I will see the light. 

I am not sure they always enjoy the fact that I am quite well acquainted with the aforementioned light, however.  Nonetheless, it does give me a chance to have a good old debate, and for this, I am always grateful.

One day, one such rap at the door came, a few hours before I was due to leave for a service, and so was dressed and ready, having a nice cup of tea.

It was a windy day out, so I did not open the door fully and poked my head around the door.

Two well-dressed, warm faced women stood on the doorstep.

“We have come to tell you that God can save you from the sin in which you live.”  The first one told me.

“Hello to you too!”  I replied.

“Did you know that your life of sin will prevent you the glory of salvation, and eternal life?”  She continued.

No hello, then I thought.  Oh well, better be polite and let them in, it is a windy day, after all, I thought, having forgotten I was wearing my collar.

The look on their faces was, to say the least, a picture when the door fully swung open.

“Oh, are you a lay preacher, which denomination are you?”  All formality this one.

“I am a fully ordained minister actually, Senior Ministry Leader of the New Spiritualists’ Society, Rev Nick, pleased to make your acquaintance.”  I extended my hand.  She ignored it.

“Of course, Spiritualism isn’t really a religion as such, is it?  All of these people buying ordinations online with no training or true knowledge of the law.”

Nicely put I thought.

“Which law would that be my dear?”  I asked politely holding back the urge to throw her out for her blatant rudeness.  “The law of the land or the laws of God, because is it not written that that which God has given, let no man take away?  And it is a legal right for religious orders to appoint their own teachers and ministers!”

“You Spiritualists’ only talk to demons masquerading as the dead, and as for the God you follow, well there is only one true God, and he is mine.”  She was getting quite irritated with me, I could see, but the other woman remained silent, and although look uncomfortable, it seemed more embarrassment, than talking to this so-called devil worshipper.  I think the first woman had forgotten that it was my door she had approached, not the other way round.

“I thought God loved everyone.”  I pondered.

“Only if you admit you are wrong!”  she snapped.

Okay, I thought, this does not ring true, as the vast majority of this kind of visitor is polite and not so right-wing!

“God is love, and all Gods are the same God, my dear, just interpreted differently by individuals, that is why there are so many religions, but trust me, they are all the same one it is just people’s way of looking at him.”  I remained calm and polite.

“Rubbish!” she scolded.  “It is forbidden to interpret the law of God; it is written so in the Bible!”

“But surely,” this was my favourite one, “in order to read, one must interpret; symbols and words mean different things to different people, this is why Christianity, though always based on the Bible has so much fragmentation.”

You must only read it as it was written, the way it was meant and the way WE do!”

“You mean the way YOU interpret the bible?


“I thought that was forbidden?”

“But our way is the right way!”

“Is that how you interpret it?”


I felt a little naughty at that point because the message wasn’t sinking in, and it never was going to either and this could have run on for hours, with no benefit to either of us.  The good news was, however, the discomfort of the other woman had briefly been replaced by an understanding warm smile, and a mischievous glint in her eye as if you say, ‘well done’.

“Let me explain what I mean by all Gods are the same God.”  I ended the previous line.

“Imagine for one moment, that God, is a tree.”  I began one of my favourite parables.

“GOD IS NOT A TREE!” she yelled, “That is sacrilegious and blasphemy!”

“I didn’t say that my dear, I said ‘Imagine a moment that God is a tree’.  It is a metaphor, a parable, I am sure you know what I mean now yes?”  I continued quickly, so as not to be lynched or something.  “Imagine God is a tree standing alone in the centre of a park.  Now if you think about it, this is not that far a stretch.  A tree gives shelter from the storm, as does God, a tree gives rest and shade to the weary, as does God.  A tree bears fruits and sustenance, as does God, and a tree is part of the ecology of the world that gives us life,” I paused, “I think I make my point.”

“Now one day a group of travellers comes to the park, and sees the wonderful tree!  They stand and stare at it and call out to it.  The travellers, like in the old jokes, were from different countries, four of them in total.  The Frenchman called out “Arbre!”, the German said “Baum!”, the Danish man spoke the word “Träd!”, and the one from England, simply said “Tree”.  You see the names are different, but it is still the same thing, but depending upon where you are from, you may call it something else, but it is still the same.  The meaning is the same, but the words are just different.”

“No it isn’t, it is called a tree, and that’s that!”

I felt quite downhearted at that reply, but the thoughtful look on the face of the quite woman gave me my wind back, I had made sense to her.

“Not if you are from France.”  I said, “The meaning is the same, but the words are different.”

“Don’t talk rubbish, you aren’t making any sense!  A tree is a tree and God is God, and they are two different things!”  She slammed.

At this point, I knew I was going round in circles again if I wasn’t careful, and my ability to remain calm and polite tank was flashing the refill light.

I ended the conversation and wished them well in their task, and they began to continue their journey to the next door.  The quiet woman did not leave straight away though, as the other one got to the bottom of the drive, blushed cheeks and shaking her head at my ignorance, the quiet woman looked me square in the face, took up my hand to shake it, and with a smile she spoke.

“Thank you for that.” She glanced behind her, “I guess some trees have roots that are so deep they will never budge, but I have always preferred the strength and flexibility of the Willow myself.”

She turned to walk away, but in my realisation that she had not just understood my words, but built upon them, I spoke what I was thinking, without thought or fear.

“It is true what is in the bible then?”

“Sorry?” she turned to me again.

“That the meek shall inherit the Earth!”

She gave a little and slightly embarrassed smile, taking the compliment for what it was, and with a wink of an eye, she crossed her fingers.  I never knew if she heard my final comment, as I am not so sure it was said loud enough.

“I know so.”

Can Christmas Really Cancelled?

Will this be an actual reflection of the first Christmas, will we have experienced the real Christmas themes and tones for the first time in a long time?

As we see reports that “Christmas is cancelled” amid the Covid pandemic, as we are surrounded by differing views and outright falsehoods about the world in which we live, I was pondering this very thought, if you then include the references that some are making with the planetary alignment on the 21st December with the Christmas star, it makes for an interesting conversation at least.

In times like this, such conversations, I choose to have first and foremost with my friends and helpers in the world of spirit, they have a unique and more apt perspective after all.For many years, Christmas has centred around presents, big dinners, fancy speeches and family gatherings, but whilst all of these are nice, essential some may say, are they a true reflection of the Nativity, or indeed the message that Christmas comes with to teach us?

If you study the factual geographical and cultural situation in which the Nativity is set, I challenge and maintain, this may well be the first Christmas collectively where we will actual have experienced the truth.

At least, this is what spirit suggested. Whilst it may not be what we want, may it be what is needed to remind us of the truth of the birth of Christ?

I was told to consider and think of all these things when I brought it to Spirit. The one thing that shocked me the most, I suppose was a suggestion that may sound strange, even controversial, that as far as the Nativity, Jesus is not actually the central figure.It was explained to me in this way, Jesus as far as the Nativity is concerned is the special guest cameo cliff hanger appearance at the end of the episode, which sets up the next great story.

We only must look at the whole story, and the truth of its placing and location to find the genuinely important message that the nativity teaches us.Struggle, suffering, endurance, and ultimately in the end of joy and hope.

A newly betrothed couple is forced to register for a census in a town far away. The woman is nine months pregnant. When they finally reach their destination after an arduous journey, there is no place to stay. The woman gives birth in a stable.

The world of Mary and Joseph was a difficult and dangerous place, one whose harsh conditions were not fully chronicled in the Gospel accounts of their travails.

Joseph and Mary’s hardships would have begun more than a week before the birth of Jesus, when the couple had to leave their home in Nazareth, in the northern highlands of Galilee, to register for a Roman census.

They had to travel 90 miles to the city of Joseph’s ancestors: south along the flatland of the Jordan River, then west over the hills surrounding Jerusalem, and on into Bethlehem.

A gruelling trip, very much uphill and downhill. It was not simple, likely would they have travelled only 10 miles a day because of Mary’s impending delivery.And the trip through the Judean desert would have taken place during the winter, when during the day rains like heck, nasty, miserable. And at night it would be freezing. The unpaved, hilly trails and harsh weather were not the only hazards Joseph and Mary would have faced on their journey south.

One of the most terrifying dangers in ancient Palestine was the heavily forested valley of the Jordan River where lions and bears lived in the woods, and travellers had to fend off wild boars, with bandits, and robbers also common hazards along the major trade routes like the one Joseph and Mary would have travelled.

Its all a far cry from the gentle trip on a donkey we were all taught in primary school, that is for sure. And the arrival in Bethlehem is not much better.Under normal circumstances, they would have expected to stay in the spare bedroom of a relative or another Jewish family. However, an overcrowded Bethlehem would have forced Joseph and Mary to seek lodging at a primitive inn.

It is widely agreed that Jesus was born in a cave used for housing animals. Since the cave used for a stable was part of the inn, the only animals likely to be found there would have been donkeys used for travel and perhaps a few sheep, with overcrowded conditions in Bethlehem on the night of Jesus’ birth may well have resulted in others being close at hand during Mary’s delivery, so the noisy and dirty conditions under which Jesus was born would have made the event anything but an uplifting family affair – and we haven’t even touched upon the dangers of child birth 2000 years ago, in or out of a cave!Jesus then, placed in a feeding trough for the donkeys, arrives to bring hope and light into the world.

But the point is this – hope is born our of strife, pain and darkness, this after all is why the feast of the nativity fits in so well with this time of year, and all other faiths ways of explaining, and supporting their adherents through the long dark. The promise of hope.

Yes, Mary was contacted by an Angel, told of what was to come, but did that make the pain and strife of being separated from her family and friend, travelling long hard roads, and not to mention childbirth any easier physically or emotionally? Of course not.

The story of the Nativity teaches us, that we triumph through adversity, that hope and joy comes at the end of night, in the form of a light to shine the way forward, and ultimately the world of Spirit, that God, will give us what we need, not what we want, to find a path to that light at the end of the tunnel.It all sounds a little strangely familiar when we think of it this way, but in a time of isolation we must remember there is hope, and we certainly have more ways to ‘stay in touch’ than in the time of Mary.

In a time when quiet reflection is enforced upon us, we can either search for reasons why we should not be in the situation or recognise why we are so afraid of being alone, because we are all naturally fearing of the dark, but equally united in our need for hope.

2000 years ago, the spirit side of the universe invested so much effort, planning and hope in the teachings of a baby born out of suffering and endurance, that the words he would one day share would change the world.

They did, they still do for many, but the message of his arrival is equally important, so in this time remember, it is bleak and rough now – but the sun always rises, even after the darkest of nights.

The Devolution of The Species?

We live in such polarised times. It seems that everywhere we look, people are dealing in absolutes, rather than finding balance and equality. “Either you are with me or against me”, “you disagree with me so you are wrong”, we are a world where debate is seen and feels like an attack, so we lash out and dabate and conversation becomes battle and war.

Instead of listening, we assume, instead of sharing, we shout because we believe the loudest voice wins.

If we disagree with something or someone, we label it, group it together, and create more division, rather than asking the most important question we focus on the what, rather than the why.

Only by focusing on the why, instead of the what, can we reach the core, and fix it.

In order to progress in the heavenly realms, we must look inward, and face our truths and our actions, yet this is no limited or unique concept. To move forward as a race we must do the same in our earthly lives.

We still, even now believe we are a grown up species, we have progressed, and whilst this may be true, on some level, we still shy away from the simplest of solutions for growth, and ignore the hardest of questions, through fear, through the concern that there are still some things within that some are not ready to face.

We fear, we remain silent, we fail!

We, and our earthly instrument our earthly instruments are equally guilty of this.

We fear touching some topic or another as we fear the responce will outweigh the message, but without a full and clear picture, inward and outward we cannot grow.

There is but one truth, and but one evidence what must be understood, that if we must resort to name calling and picking out the features of an individual to justify our standpoint, to separate them from us, this is not the reflection of the great spirit, but the animalistic self that is not part of the work or the meaning of the great spirit.  

Whilst we in the heavenly realms will assist in helping to identification of such individuals and groups that do not stand with, and to the standard of spiritual kindness, it is still the personal responsibility of the physical world to show the opposite – therefore drowning out the sounds and sights of negativity and injustice, that are not a part of the gift that the great spirit wishes for us.

Only with patience, kindness and understanding can the world progress, however this does not mean we should allow that patience to silence us when we remind our self’s, and others that of these truths.

It is important to remember, as we have said before, many times, when it comes to any group, tollerance is no victory. If we settle for tollerace, things are never going to change. Tollerance is someone ‘putting up’ with something they hate. Acceptance is the true goal.

Be at peace, for we will guide you to a greater world, but you must be the ones to walk that journey.