Typically, my room-mate has nearly, if not all, of the electronic equipment he owns in the on position. A constant buzz of electricity, the modem and router working full time into the extender which reaches my end of the house.
This morning I woke to a darkened room. It was silent, as the whole neighborhood was without power. I stepped out of bed and walked the hall to the living room where my roomy had lit a candle, and another in the kitchen. The dim glow was soothing to my eyes and mind.
I pulled the propane and the camp cook stove from the shelf and was trying to remember where I had stashed the coffee pot to get the morning brew going, when the power came back on.
That’s when it really hit me, the constant buzz of electricity.
Now, even more than before, I would really like to rent a cabin deep in the woods for a night and just listen to the forest speak, the waters flow, and the critters who live there go on about life. Perhaps this weekend …
As I think of this, I wonder about the many people in Puerto Rico who have been without power for so long. I hope they are fairing well with this new way of living. I send them this thread of compassion and I hope that it finds someones heart.
I will not limit myself with a definition, just as I lay no claim to any labels.
I. AM. ALL POSSIBILITIES.
The question is … what possibility will I encounter tomorrow? What aspect of my potential will my soul call forth?
There are those who wave it off, they say we are nobody, they pay us no concern. They make the mistake of underestimating the goodness … and the strength … that dwells in us. They do not know that we are rousting out the impurities of our hearts, of our minds. They do not see us grow.
Potential is deep within each of us. Every day we choose. We choose to believe what has been said of us, we choose to honor labels placed upon our person by others … OR … we choose to redefine who we are, and what we offer the world. We choose to watch ever close for opportunity, and we walk straight into our fear and we make things happen, good things.
Shedding the past we journey into the next phase of life, a phase which is inclusive of all sentient beings. We nurture love for self, and when the well fills, it overflows into the world. It takes time, this transition, fortunately we have some.
I am excited to see how tomorrow goes, for I feel it turning … in me, and in the world. As Darpan states, “Chaos will become peace, and sorrow will become joy.”
“In the depths of the darkness of your soul, when you are fighting with the demon of anger or hatred or shame, when all succor seems a far and distant oasis, have you ever felt that the feeling was bigger than you? You know you are right, for when we are pushed to the depth of our limits of despair, when we are moved to the height of suffering and pain, there we attune with ‘collective suffering’. This vale of tears is an archetypal well of remembrance, a place where the demons of corruption lie.
This is why it is our destiny to heal ourselves with courage, mercy, refinement and grace. For when we do heal, our brothers and sisters heal too. When we experience truth, inspiration and sincerity, we feel illumination seeping through the very morrow of our bones. Therefore, our soul tingles, our heart resounds and all ‘heart stabs’ are cleansed …
… We’re really not so separate from this peace. We just think we are.”
Are we powerless in the face of such hatred, or are we called to embody a new possibility, one that heals instead of hates, one that offers a blessing instead of a curse?
Are you willing to commit at least 15 minutes on Saturday to offer a blessing to those suffering in Vegas and throughout the world? What about Puerto Rico, or Syria? It’s hard to focus on one particular place or event when there are so many that need our prayers. We know that massive synchronized meditations like this can have a powerful effect, but only if we come together as one heart to bless and heal.
A Beautiful Message from Caroline Myss
This mounting madness is not about guns. The cowardly, money-grabbing, weak, spineless politicians are right about that. Guns are the result of a population that lives, eats, breathes – and believes – the endless diet of fear-based spin it has been fed since 911 about the world “out there” and impending invasions from evil foreigners and propaganda fueling hatred between the various different types of Americans: Black and White, Democrat and Republican, Northern and Southern, Male and Female, Left and Right, Up and Down, Short and Tall – any division you can think of, really. What it amounts to is this is a cracked and broken nation in which brother and sister citizens have been turned against brother and sister citizens. And as Abraham Lincoln so wisely said, “A nation divided against itself cannot stand.”
And in our hearts and souls – we know that. And we feel that fear in our souls, most of all. We are suffering a soul sickness – perhaps soul shock or soul numbness. Or maybe too many people no longer trust that anything changes when they engage the power of their soul. I am not speaking about religion. I no longer deal with religions. The soul is a religion-free force. It has never had a religion. It dwells in a cosmic power zone.
On this episode of Living Myth, Michael Meade speaks about moments when myth and fact approach each other, momentous times that the Greeks called Apocairos. Addressing the moments of threat and uncertainty created by the bombastic statements made by Donald Trump and Kim Jong-Un, Meade opens up the mythic ground of “apocalypsis” that remind us that the world has been on the brink of annihilation many times before, and yet continues because of the slight edge that the energies of creation have over the energies of destruction.
This recording is full of surprising ideas about war and peace, the role of elders in times of threat and what each of us can do to be on the ground of creation, on the side of peace and in the fields of endless imagination. (26 min)