THE GREAT INVOCATION

Jonah: (Sighs contentedly, a gentle Southern drawl) Ah, this here's a powerful piece of work. "From the point of Light within the Mind of God, let light stream forth into the minds of men." It’s like the universe whisperin' secrets, ain’t it? Reminds me of how a single seed holds the blueprint for a whole forest, just waitin' for the right conditions to unfurl. We’re all just stardust, you see, tryin’ to remember our way back to the source.

Jake: (Fidgets, eyes darting) "Let Light descend on Earth." Sounds nice, but what does that even mean practically? Is it like a software update for humanity? Because honestly, the current OS is pretty buggy. All this talk of "purpose" and "the Plan"... it feels a bit like a top-down management structure, and I’m not sure I trust the higher-ups. My anxiety’s already through the roof with the economy, let alone some cosmic agenda.

Herb: (Taps a rhythm on the table) The structure of it, though! It’s a fugue, a celestial improvisation. "From the centre where the Will of God is known, let purpose guide the little wills of men." That’s the counter-melody, the bebop line weaving through the main theme. It’s about finding your own voice within the grand composition, not just blindly following the score. The Masters, they’re the seasoned players, laying down the groove.

Linda Green: (Nods thoughtfully, a warm smile) I hear you, Herb, about finding one's own voice. And Jake, I understand the anxiety. But "From the point of Love within the Heart of God, let love stream forth into the hearts of men." That’s the foundation, the bedrock. It’s about connection, building bridges. If we can just get that love flowing, truly flowing, then maybe the "Plan" isn't so much a rigid blueprint as it is an organic growth, a natural unfolding towards harmony.

Jonathan: (Stares out the window, a faraway look) "May Christ return to Earth." That’s a heavy line. Seen a lot of folks waitin’ for saviors, for a grand restoration. Sometimes, the greatest light comes not from a grand descent, but from the quiet resilience of ordinary people just tryin’ to get by. The "door where evil dwells"… feels like it’s always open a crack, doesn’t it? We spend so much energy tryin’ to seal it, we forget to tend to the garden within.

Milarepa: (Calmly, eyes closed for a moment) The "race of men," the "little wills." These are not chains, but the very instruments of transformation. When I was lost in the darkness, it was the fierce will to change, to serve a higher purpose, that pulled me from the abyss. The "Plan of Love and Light" is not imposed; it is realized through the struggle, through the conscious choice to align one's small will with the great. The purpose is not to escape the world, but to heal it from within.

Jake: (Scoffs lightly) "Heal it from within." Easy for you to say. My landlord doesn't care about my inner healing when the rent’s due. This "Plan" sounds like it requires a lot of faith, and frankly, my faith is in my ability to code a solution, not wait for divine intervention. But... I guess if enough people did focus on that "love" thing Linda mentioned, maybe the collective anxiety would drop a few points. That’d be a start.

Tabby the Cat: (Stretches languidly, then curls up at Milarepa's feet, purring softly)

Jonah: (Chuckles softly) Now, Jake, don't you go dismissin' the power of a good intention. It’s like plantin' a tiny seed of hope in the soil of the world. And Jonathan, you’re right, the quiet resilience is a light all its own. But perhaps this invocation is simply a way to focus that collective light, to give it a direction. "Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth." It’s a prayer, a call to action, a reminder that we are all co-creators in this grand design. It’s not about waiting, but about becoming the change.

Linda Green: Exactly, Jonah. It’s about recognizing that we are the conduits. The "Plan" isn't something external; it's the potential within us all. When we choose love, when we choose to act with purpose, we're actively participating in that restoration. It’s like laying down the next beam, reinforcing the structure, making it stronger for everyone. Even when things feel broken, the capacity for repair, for growth, is always there.

Herb: (Nods, a new appreciation dawning) So, it’s not just about the complex harmonies, the avant-garde shifts. It’s about the fundamental chord progression. The root notes. Light, Love, Power. They resonate, don’t they? They’re the simple, undeniable truths that anchor the whole piece. Maybe the most radical act isn't always breaking conventions, but returning to the pure, unadulterated essence. That’s a powerful improvisation in itself.

Jonathan: (Turns from the window, a faint smile touching his lips) Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps the "Plan" isn’t about some grand, external force, but about us, here, now, choosing to be the light. The resilience I see… maybe that’s the echo of that divine spark. And the "door where evil dwells"… maybe it’s less about sealing it shut and more about flooding the room with so much light and love that evil simply has nowhere to hide. A quiet restoration, indeed.

Milarepa: (Opens his eyes, looking at Jonathan with gentle understanding) The path from darkness to light is paved with such choices. The struggle is real, Jake, but the will to align, to serve, is the greatest power we possess. It is in the small acts, the conscious intentions, that the grand Plan unfolds. The light you seek is already within you, waiting to be streamed forth.

Jake: (Looks down at his hands, a flicker of something other than anxiety in his eyes) Okay, okay. So, it’s less about a cosmic IT department and more about… us upgrading ourselves? And maybe, just maybe, if enough of us hit ‘install’ on the love update, things might actually get better. It’s still a long shot, but… I guess I can see the logic in that. It’s a… distributed system of hope.

Tabby the Cat: (Lets out a soft meow, nudging Milarepa’s hand with her head, then settles back down, a picture of contentment)

Jonah: (Smiles, watching Tabby) See there? Even the smallest creatures understand the rhythm of peace. It’s all connected, y’all. Light, Love, Power. It’s the song the universe has been singin’ since the dawn of time. And we’re all invited to join the choir. The restoration… it’s already begun, in the quiet spaces between our breaths, in the kindness we offer one another. That’s the true Plan.