The Human Spirit

Before this last election, I became uncommonly serene. It was not faith that it would all work out, but rather the realization that either America would change its mind, or we wouldn't. There was nothing I could do to swing it around. People had to come to understand what was happening on their own, through pain and disgust. The question was, how far did this whole circus have to go before the American people woke up? Instead of writing and railing, I felt the need to be silent and calm.

I would take walks in the forest and focus on my own well-being and higher self. We are all a part of that collective mind. Taking that responsibility seriously, it is up to all of us to work on cleaning our mental garbage. Like an onion, there are many layers. The more we work on becoming aware of ourselves, the more there is to uncover. I realized the other day that some of my reactions are inherited trauma from generations. Something happened to my ancestor, and their coping mechanisms are passed on to their kids, and it goes down the line. I may not even know what the trauma was that makes me react in my conditioned response.

So, there is more than we think residing within ourselves. By healing myself, I heal my ancestors, my family, my country, and humanity. I focused on being calm to tame the wild energy of the collective mind, becoming tranquil in the hysteria.  

At times, it isn't fruitful to react. There are other tasks to do. I am feeling called to work on an energetic level of holding harmony in a time of cacophony, keeping the love of this planet, of the very fiber of the universe, alive within me in this time of hate. It is difficult because the hate, the angst, the upheaval can seep in, and I find myself tumbling into arguing, fretting, and blaming.

It takes concentration, dedication, and a practice of meditation to keep the ballast of spirit afloat in this stormy sea of discontent. Each of us has a job, a part to play in these times. Some of us are called to be the truth speakers, drama players, warriors, victims, saviors, healers, or disruptors. But an unconscious and unseen job is that many of us could be the anchors. So, just because you're at home or doing your job doesn't mean that there is nothing that you can do for the larger struggle at hand. At this time, we are all called to clean up our inner world, be clear, and hold space within ourselves for humanity's evolution.

Jen Sorensen is one of my favorite dry wit cartoonist.

A homeless older woman on the street had a tarot deck on a blanket. I always listen to the crones, the squawk of the birds, or the babble of the insane. She said that astrologically, Trump would have a setback on the 9th of November, which was when he got booed at the opening of the NFL. She then pulled my cards and said that I was to be a co-creator. That I should stay away from the cities in June. There will be a small war within the cities. It was for the truth speakers and warriors to fulfill their destiny. But as a co-creator, I am called to make a new paradigm clear. Things will heal. We will go on, but we need a vision and clarity to reform ourselves.

Here is my little blog of hippy vision, sent out like a message in a bottle, in hopes that it touches those who read it and begins to weave a tapestry of a new version of humanity.