Who is God to me?

God… that name calms me like an anti anxiety pill never could. It welcomes a peace over my being that I just can’t explain. Something so inhumanly that no amount of Science could come up with an even the vaguest theory to elucidate on why when I call on them when I’m hurting so deeply… I relax and feel safe, secure, and serene. And no, I don’t identify under any religious group that associates themselves with God. Not even Christian. Religion is just more separation tactics in this world to keep us from becoming one and fighting the corruption of the truly evil who want to keep us down and suffering while they swim in their riches and power. Same with race, gender, sexuality, etc… All you have to do to have a relationship with God is be a good, loving human who cares about the next person and never tries to hurt anyone not even for their own gain. It’s really that simple. They would be elated for you to believe in and praise them when things are going right and call on them when things are going wrong… but they won’t turn you away if you don’t if you have been a beautiful person in this world. A light and beacon of hope to those around you. Not MY God. They aren’t that prideful. They are selfless, patient, kind, and busy trying to fix the world we humans are destroying and ripping apart. They gave us everything we needed to survive and we became selfish and greedy… created more for our own high maintenance. And it’s killing is and this fruitful, wonderful, plentiful, earth that was created for us to thrive on. It’s not too late to turn to them and live the way we were supposed to! We just got to turn to God, ask what we need to do, and act… fast. They forgive and provide with ease. Because that… that’s who God is. To me. For you. For all of us.