Wherein The Weight Of It All Is Considered
It is difficult to articulate how it feels to be a conscious person in these times.
I am at various moments terrified, numb, and driven nearly to hysteria at the slow* motion calamity that is unfolding around me.
The object of many spiritual practices is to shed the notion that each individual person is separate from the wholeness of the divine. To remember that there is no difference, in essence, between us other than the illusions we have chosen to embrace.
While I try to keep this top of mind, for it is a soothing notion, it is impossible to ignore how estranged I feel from the ranks of people making globally impactful decisions that are producing ever more frightening implications and consequences.
That they have admitted to stealing this authority is upsetting enough, but what they have chosen to do with it is horrifying. The open contempt for rule of law, for foreign sovereignty, for the health and safety of their own citizens is both infuriating and deeply chilling.
I do not know how to reconcile myself to this illusion. To understand why it is what they choose to embrace. I do not wish to, for it is the foulest vision I have been exposed to in this lifetime.
“To encounter the World […] is to encounter a great unity and wholeness.”
It feels like a gentle admonition to find such unity and wholeness somewhere. To remind me that is the only refuge at my disposal, come what may.
So, I look within for echoes of alignment. I breathe deep and slow. I settle into my body and listen to voices that share my anguish, my confusion, my dismay.
For though these voices are as weary and frightened as I am, I know they belong to those that – given the chance – will be there to help rebuild the world again.
*Though gaining speed at an alarming rate
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