Here I am, visiting my old site and it seems that time is just racing by even though I have very little that I have to do. I just reread my previous blog about Occupy Wall Street which was attended and written months ago. It motivated me to become both a political activist and a political passivist at the same time. Since I have already established myself as a bit of a social coward, I will say that much of my time is spent on my computer researching all that is going on in the world, connecting that with what has gone on in the world, and melding it with some fantastic theories of what will be in the world... and it has been quite a journey.
I have been socially engaged in petitioning for causes I fully support which includes animal rights, social justice, environment stewardship, human freedoms, women's causes... just to name a few, and my inbox is always full of requests for my support. I can give a signature and it seems insensitive not to do so when a cause I believe in comes to light. I currently don't have a job and so money is out of the question, and frankly in the near future, I don't think money is going to even matter. That is why I am such a political passivist. Both campaigns are corrupted by wasted money on their selfish causes... well, I don't think there is a good choice.
I do meditate every day, and I tend to the small plot in my community garden, and of course I live to spend those precious moments with my family.
But I wish to share a little story about how important it is not to get caught up with all the negativity that is swirling around in both the mainstream media and the Internet alternative. There is no doubt in my mind that we are in the midst of a grand paradigm shift. I have spent hours on the Internet reading everything from the most shocking conspiracy theories to the most dogmatic rational interviews and quite frankly it becomes overwhelming.
Mostly I am peaceful and finding an almost isolated state of grace, but one night I found myself angrily questioning my faith in "the Divine." It was the "dark night of the soul" that had left me alone for quite some time now... yet it came back with a vengeance. As Eckhart Tolle would term it ... a BIG pain body.
The following day when I felt a bit repentant for my ill chosen thoughts, I tried meditating about peace and love on my couch, and suddenly I could feel myself being pulled away somewhere on a moving gurney. It was a familiar feeling and yet I pretended to remain asleep as I didn't want to really see what I knew I was experiencing. All I can say is that I was no longer on my couch. I was brought to an examination room where my thoughts were being viewed from a control room... much like a CT scan. I could hear a voice giving monotonous commands and so I started to think of all the loving thoughts that I could conjure. I could see in my minds eye that the screen was lighting up in a spectacular array of color, and although it was of interest to whoever was studying me, it was also an annoyance. I would not give in to fear. This went on for the good part of an hour until I became mentally fatigued and my thoughts called out..."Sweet Jesus, please help me here." A screeching voice, yelled... Who is this Jesus of who you speak... I want to meet them!" My last thought was "fat chance of that" and I awoke abruptly to the sound of my phone ringing. I was back on my couch again.
It was a good reminder that you do indeed create your own reality, and so I will be a little more selective in where I allow my thoughts to roam. Namaste.
