It’s been a rough few days. My dear wife has been
suffering from a highly virulent seasonal flu, coughing up sputum and
going through rolls of toilet tissue. She’s also been running a
high fever. Her condition has been such that I have had to be by her
side almost continuously, given that her personal assistant has also
been down with the flu. My friend Teemu came over to help out last
night and mentioned the following text, seen on a sign outside the
local Pentecostal church:
JE SUIS
LA VIE
He said it was like the perfect answer to
the media’s recent campaign to divide people into different camps
with the viral slogan, “Je suis Charlie.” ‘Viral’ is
right: it’s a sick way to think. In the name of ‘solidarity’
with the ‘defenders of free speech’ (no argument with the
principle, only with how it is being used), the public are called to
identify with a name that psychologically symbolizes the wronged, the
killed, the victim of the past. To take a stand, not actually for
anything real, but against an imagined threat. We are asked to put on
the role of the accuser, to take a moral stance of righteous
indignation and condemnation.
I’m no apologist for Mohammedan
fundamentalism. Or militant Christian zealotry. Or Jewish supremacist
fanaticism. As John Lash elucidates in his update, There
Are No Shades of Freedom, these three monotheistic religions have
been exploited as vectors for a virus of the mind, a soul parasite
that some call Wetiko, others psychopathy or the archontic influence.
Typical symptoms include authoritarianism, subjectivity of thought,
an atrophied conscience and intuition, and distrust toward the world
in general and the free inner nature in particular. But what is it
that speaks when we hear this adversarial voice of fear?
We hear the thought that thinks separation
is real. This thought cannot conceive of love except as an exclusive,
particular, limited thing. A weak, soft thing in a hard world,
creating only vulnerability. The idea that if we united ourselves in
a freely-flowing web of mutual love, we could overcome any obstacle
to our true heart’s desire individually and collectively, seems
like madness and impossibility, a nice dream but only delusion after
all, to this child of the primal thought of separation; the
unconscious, unliving, abortive offspring of Shiva and Shakti; the
insatiable ghost of envy and hatred toward all life; a semblance of
life without the spirit of life, animated only by the energy of the
thought that impels and sustains it.
This thought dwells within me. And if you
are seeking the same truth I seek, then it dwells within you as well.
For if it did not, we would have no need to seek for what we already
have: the perfection of our Divine Being.
It is not required for us to speak of
spirituality, to read books or blogs, or to even have a concept of
ourselves as being spiritual seekers. All that is needed is a
willingness to bring the darkness to light. To come closer to what we
really are, to embrace an absolute freedom that does not
differentiate between right and wrong, better and worse. We have all
possibility within us. Only if we are open to meeting the darkest
parts of that field of possibility with the light of our innermost
heart to illuminate the way, only then can we make friends with our
feelings of fear and sensations of pain. Then they are our guides,
showing us the next thing to accept and forgive, so that it passes
through us without resistance, released out of our field of vibration
by the resolving power of Love.
“Je suis la vie.” An expansive,
heart-opening statement, open to all possibility. Je suis, I
am. Take away but the letter i and you get Jesus, the name of
a man. Take the living ‘I’ out of being and you get only a
specific form among forms. This is the trick that mind plays on
itself.
We are here, as the Adam of myth, as
namers of God. We are given the power to express divinity. When we
misuse that power by believing and expressing falsehood, we make that
falsehood our god and become like our false god, creating a world
reflecting that false god’s nature back to us. When we replace our
falsely self-identifying thoughts and beliefs with self-illuminating
truth, with a way of being that is predicated on neither belief nor
non-belief, knowing nor unknowing, we are released from the tyranny
of the divided and divisive mind of duality into a pure spontaneous
flow of being that springs from our Home Source in the living unity
of Light. Then even our human form naturally attains ever more
faithful congruence with the nature of the true God, becoming less
and less limited in all the qualities and attributes of that
divinity.
Love evolves. Fear devolves. This is well
explained in the article titled Moral
Evolution by Norman D. Livergood. We have nothing to fear from
fear when we surrender it and ourselves to the service of the
purposes of Love. Then it is only a player in the dynamic of eternal
growth – not a hungry, consumptive, cancerous type of growth, but
an organic, balanced, intelligently ordered growth producing only
more and more expressions of limitless divinity.
We need not deny God by perceiving lies to
be true, or by making compromises with lies, or even by attacking
lies – giving legitimacy to the primal lie. We need only abide in
truth, for the God that cannot be denied lives within us. When we see
things as they are while seeing what they appear to be, we see God as
God is while seeing what God appears to be: unity in diversity, the
self-evident truth cloaked in awful, awesome mystery.
It is a truly divine gift to really,
viscerally perceive the innocence of the eternal Christ nature of all
that we encounter in life. Life is our mirror. Let us honor it as
that, and embrace the opportunities it presents us with in every
moment to know ourselves more deeply through loving relationship with
every form, sensation, and thought that comes into our awareness.
This is the way, the truth, and the life. Some call it dharma, some
call it the Tao. It is the working of the One sacred heart.
In Om shanti Om, I leave you now. Have
faith. The journey is not what it may seem. We are going Home,
helping each other on the way whether we know it or not.
Much love,
William
