Your writing always astounds me Michael, the depth of your heart and soul that you can reach with words. Words are hard to find, and usually don’t say what they mean to say. Words that go from one to the next to the next taking on completely different thoughts and meanings as they are passed along, like that game we played as children called “gossip” or “telephone” where one person whispers a sentence into the next person’s ear, then that person whispers it to the next and so on around the circle. It was always funny how different it ended up, when the last in the circle said it out loud.
Perhaps that is how we have gotten to the place of which you speak, “organized powerlessness.” We have listened too much to the last sentence that has lost its meaning. Words are powerful. Thoughts, feelings, words. We create with them. Do we know what we are creating? Are we basing our creations on what the last person in the circle said?
“We pick up the words we find, clean them off, and try to put them in order.” You do that well, Michael. You are aware.
Our real power comes from Love. We seem to have forgotten this somewhere. Now our power comes from “systems and structures and codification,” and now we are “complying with the rules that have been accepted before.” Then, your line that sums that paragraph all up, “All our power is now powerlessness that has gotten organized.”
But your words – they ring true. They have a power all their own. What you create with your heart and words takes power back – gives power back.
You said, “Boundaries had to be broken for us to create sight.” That some gene or two went AWOL and created it. We transcended blindness. “The past has to be transcended.”
The Now has to take its power back. The present moment is about Love.
I remember those days of running, stumbling over stones or gopher holes, splashing across streams, running until there was a fence. “The sky didn’t stop at the railing, but we did. We did and something else kept going. Going and going and going, until we looked away. And then we ran again down a path this time…” What if we didn’t look away? Or did we have to in order to learn what we came here to learn? If we are spiritual beings having a human experience, maybe we knew we couldn’t keep going. Maybe in that moment, before we continued to run, we saw our Spirit eye to eye. For a glimpse of a moment we shared deep eye contact. For a glimpse, we remembered, but knew we couldn’t fly off with it. It was not yet time to merge. So we continued to create, and created badly sometimes.
The ceremony you spoke of, from the academic history book. It is something for which people long. We long for Love. I am blessed to have groups like that. We get together and “remember how much we love each other.” Maybe it is with one person for a day, 10 people for 5 days, 50 for a week. I am filled by all of my tribe. Love sustains us. My tribe is large. I am grateful. It is sacred.
But that part – the part that kept going from the railing. It stays with us always. It connects with us every day in Love. To love us from the fence and back. That is our power to transcend the past, to transcend the organized powerlessness that stands in our way. Remembering who we are, remembering we can keep going to the sky and be here at the same time.
There is motive in Nature. The motive is Life. And just because of that, new Life is created. It changes, it mutates, it erodes, it builds, becoming something else entirely. It develops sight. Beauty is created for Life, which is created by Love.
Human motives are created from I don’t know what. From the sentence that is last spoken in the circle, from judgments imposed. I don’t like what we are creating, but I love what Nature creates every day. It stays in balance. We don’t. I don’t like this organized powerlessness.
My vision is that we create something different. We are creating something different. By reading your true words, Michael. By knowing that we can go past the fence, and to be here now. By living in Love, by living as Love. . By being Now.
Yes, I agree. “Time to throw our reasons back in the water and stop seeking explanations from each other.”
Let us look for the best of ourselves reflected in each other’s eyes. Let us transform our powerlessness into Power. The kind of power that transcends blindness. The kind of power that gives of itself in beautiful creation.
Everyone knows how upset I am about how we are hurting the earth. The tricky part for me is to love the people, who in my point of view are raping Her- for power and greed. I know I need to forgive “them.” I know I need to forgive myself as being part of creating this mess we have all made. I want to blame “them,” which only takes me out of my loving, which only decreases my power to help change. It only gives power to the very energy that I don’t like, which is in all of us. Most everyone knows the story of the two wolves inside everyone – the greedy one and the loving one. Which one do we feed?
The only things I know to do are: to Love Her, to love you, to love “them” (whoever “they” are). To listen to the heart of the Beloved.
Geese have powerful voices and remind us to speak up, to communicate. They fly in a V formation, encouraging us to open to new possibilities. To create from a higher place. They have keen vision, as we must hone our vision to transcending the past, and creating a sustainable future based on Love.
I can vote, write to congress people, sign petitions, recycle, not drive if I can walk there, use sustainable products, restore creeks and wetlands with my husband where and when I can, feed the birds, grow flowers for butterflies and bees, share pictures of the beauty I am blessed to see every day, vision Her whole and well. Promote peace where I can. Be an activist when it might help. Keep my footprint small. Believe in miracles. Know that we are all One. Trust that it is all unfolding perfectly with Grace.
Peace and Love,