Mind & Matter in Collective Change

Mind & Matter in Collective Change

At this point in human history (herstory), we’ve come to a place where the lid is being blown off the insidious crimes of humanity.   The crimes have been going on forever, I suppose, at least since man has walked this earth and it might be the reason for the story of leaving the Garden of Eden.   But, for today, with the technology and information explosion we have a new way to share it…to learn, grow, discover and inform.   The power of the Gaia web of information is being used against us…and we are also using it for collective potential.

The “information” is an awareness.  However, the awareness will not be the fuel for change.  The fuel comes from the inner being.

One part of me says….get this people (see video below)..wake up and see this reality….the other part of me says, “my gosh the story us human’s weave” …. soap opera drama lovers…. we are!

Yes, I get this is happening and is important. Yes, I get it is a dream weaved from a collective too. It is so easy to say this is happening “out there” and not our responsibility. A weak thread in the process of evolution.  We are not the audience sitting watching this happen!  This is happening in the inner and outer.   We have work to do!
What it is to be human? One is to stand in two camps, one foot in each, on the one foot space/time, the everyday consensus reality, the matrix, call it what you will. Your other foot is in the inner world. Without both, we will always be in a dilemma folks!
We are all at a place where the two lands come together. You are the bridge between finite and infinite, between limits and limitlessness. You bring, if you choose, limitless and infinite love into a world….a world that is, indeed, starved for love. That inner world only has the borders, the governance and the results of your own make up…and that you have power over. Work it!
Hatred, arrogance, division and imbalance of the individual will NOT aid in the progress towards a great place for us to be, here, together…no matter what enfolds in this “plan to save the world”. Are you getting fed up with the bickering yet? What is your inner bickering? Might want to deal with that first!
It does not matter how well-intentioned you are, your good intention rises from the context of your conceptions – YOUR INNER WORLD …and this is useless in effecting change unless they are driven and guided by (and with) a cultivated wisdom. This needs to be extended from you (and me) as an individual to the collective. The only ways to truly do this is to get totally real in your personal world…do the inner work. If you don’t think you need any inner work, therein lies a problem! This isn’t happening just “out there”. The two sides need to meet, merge and become one for any lasting beautiful change. Stop the division!!!! Stop the stories that are NOT aiding the change.

To Trump or Not

To Trump or Not

I know I am not alone in feeling like the tribulations of humanity are suffocatingly insane and very sad right now. I am so fucking done with politics and I have no idea how the left or right or anyone in between can take a stand in integrity right now. It is a trap to keep us entertained, divided and distracted.

It is a game gone crazy and, quite frankly, the structures of power WILL NOT be the redemption of our species. Let’s listen to the children sing!

Whether you are left or right, agree or disagree, there is so much hidden and so much out of our ability to deeply understand or comprehend. Think about it….we can now carefully choose our facts to prove our stances and kill the mockingbird, so to speak. Keep the “somewhat” intelligent bickering and the crimes will continue in the chattering (mis) information carefully sent out to keep us distracted. No matter what perspective you are looking from, quite frankly it sucks! Where is the wisdom? A child sings!

Reality check folks WE ARE ALL THE SAME.

There are many of us are sweetly living out lives of convenience and instant gratification that charges us with a sense of false nobility and arrogance. We are numbed by being born into a state of errant wealth. This is not just the insanely rich (1%)…this is the average person with a roof over their head and a soft bed at night. We are pawns…all of us…and all caught in this game. What has happened to the family, the grandmothers and grandfathers, the space of love where our home is the formation of the life lived well?

There are those who are born into absolute poverty, drugs, sex and scandals far beyond our comprehension. In this state, these children will do anything to survive. Yet, this earth we live upon can feed us all and the evil the exists doesn’t really care how many are victims. It is a dark evil monster! I am wondering why we give it so much attention…does this not feed the evil thing?

Many years ago when I was in South Africa, the poverty and disease disgusted me…and I judged it as I heard the history and talked to the people. I took political and even religious sides and views at the horrors I saw. And then I learned something so much deeper! Even though the “politics of power” removed the people’s language, their culture and their ways…even though the AIDS was destroying the family unit in an attempt to disarm their Spirits, the tenacity of the people was incredible. When I heard them sing it touched more deeply than I have ever experienced before. It touched me more than any moment in my entire life. It is this memory that holds me in hope. Our governments will not be the answer…the answer lies in the core of each and everyone of us to sing a song of beauty and make choices to really make a lasting difference. We have to stop the bickering and hold on to this Spirit!

And, honestly, I don’t know what to do but I do know that our structures of power are WAY to big and the politics of money is way to strong and our focus on those structures is way out of control. It is NOT the answer. Sing little ones, SING!

The complications of humanities politics are steeped in the blood of disgrace driven by the hand of power and money and the children are the pawns.

I look forward to the day it crumbles…and we get a chance to start again…that will be a sad day for many…and a day of hope for some.

God, Creator, Mamma, Papa, and all those other names we give the “great” one in different views, guide us to be children of love….and infuse a little bit of hope!