Stop the world, I wanna get off!
Did you ever experience a time like that? A day. Weeks. Months. More?
Steve has been describing what he’s been going through recently with his own personal ascension – or clearing and integrating – process. I’ve been going through something similar. Maybe you have too?
But while many here and elsewhere have been writing their thoughts on the subject, I’ve been more .. well .. reclusive. It’s a pattern I have. When the world becomes too difficult I turn inward as much as possible. It’s a way that I have of toning down the volume on the rest of the world. Seeking solace in self.
Over-stimulation has been a bane of mine my entire life. Seclusion is how I deal with it. As much seclusion as I can muster with a family and other obligations, that is. I don’t know if that will ever change. The seclusion part. The family is here to stay. *grin* I’m open to a shift in the area of seclusion as a survival technique. We’ll see.
At the moment though, I feel like I’ve come upon calm waters. As if in a way I’ve been out to sea in my own little boat, tossed about by the waves, sometimes thrown overboard. Being pushed under the water, popping back up for air, being pushed back down again.
Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning. At those times the thought crosses my mind: “What am I doing here (on Earth)?? I want out. I want an end to all the insanity. Stop the world, I want to get off! I simply cannot do this anymore.”
Sometimes when I feel I’m drowning I don’t even care. Like the man overboard who begins to realize he’s not going to survive and just gives up and lets the water take him. Calmly. Peacefully. I’ve thought about that. About what that would be like, just giving up.
But I never do. I always manage to climb back into my metaphorical little boat no matter how beaten up I feel. If you’re reading this you must be doing that too – climbing back in the boat. Because if you weren’t, you’d be off on some other adventure in consciousness.
So in this period of personal peacefulness, in my own private eye of the hurricane, where the winds are calm but I know that more is coming, I want to reach out my hand to you and let you know that we are going to survive this. Together.
No, scratch that, we aren’t just going to survive this, we are going to thrive this! Together.
We are separately and together on a journey and no matter how bumpy the ride gets or how choppy the waters, we’re going to make it. This time, for this trip, there is a destination, and that destination is Heaven on Earth.
I know, I know, it doesn’t look like that all the time right now. We get glimpses of it, of Heaven on Earth. But the proof is there when we look for it. However, very often, most often, it looks like there’s more chaos, more anger, more hatred, more despicable behavior, more greed, more abuse of power going on than there ever was.
But did you ever open an infected wound? What’s hiding just under the surface of the skin when there’s an infection is pretty ugly, disgusting, putrid, smelly. An infection will not clear – cannot clear – until all that yucky stuff is surfaced and purged. Until it’s cleared away so that the skin, the body, can heal.
That’s what we’re experiencing right now, in both our personal lives and the world at large. Lots of ugly stuff that was hiding just under the surface is being exposed. It must. We can rail at it and fight it and be upset about it, but unless and until it’s all surfaced and cleared, the infection will not heal.
On this blog we often use the term “vasanas” to describe the object of this process of exposing and healing. There are other, similar terms, but it all amounts to the same thing – exposing, acknowledging, experiencing, accepting, forgiving, and releasing that which has been hidden.
And really, the exposing happens; we don’t have to seek after it. All we have to do is be aware of it when we’re in it, allow it to play out in whatever way it does, and have the intent to integrate and heal it. To really feel the emotion once and for all and stop pretending the emotional pain doesn’t exist. It does.
We have tools that can help with that, all available from the many spiritual teachers and healers speaking on this topic.
But whatever tools we use to help us through the process, make no mistake, fighting it will do no good. That’s what we’ve been doing, and the infection has only gotten worse.
Thankfully we’ve passed the stage where we need to cut off a limb to save the body. Metaphorically all our limbs are intact, what we’re about now is continuing to clear up the infection so that the body – our planet and the race of man, and ourselves – may heal.
We must bring to the surface all aspects of this infection and heal this wound. On very deep levels we all know that. We wouldn’t still be here if we didn’t.
Because like it or not, accept it or not, appreciate it or not, honor it or not, we are clearing up thousands of years of power struggles and abusive behavior as a world and as a race, and not one of us – not one, no matter how pure we may appear on the surface – hasn’t participated on both sides of this experience of power.
Whether in this lifetime or another, you and me and every other human being on the planet has been on both the giving and the receiving end of the misery doled out through the abuse of power. The beauty in knowing that is that we can finally say “we’re done.” “Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.”
We’ve experienced the abuse of power from the top, the bottom, the sides. From inside out and from outside in. From every possible angle, from every possible view point. We know it when we see it and we’re done with it.
Now it’s time to call an end to this game once and for all, this war of “power over.” It’s been a grand play. We’ve experienced much and learned much. But it’s over. Done. Finito. Final curtain.
Time to start setting up the celebration hall because there’s going to be one hellacious cast party when we’re through. And I don’t doubt you’re going to be mighty danged surprised when you find out who’s been playing the villain.
In the meantime, keep focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel because it really truly is there. And despite what things might look like, despite what you and each of us might be suffering through right now, that light gets brighter and and brighter every day. Indeed every moment.
Thank you for being one who’s helping to clear the way. Thank you for continuing to weather the storm. Thank you for being you. This is our world and we claim it. And we’re staying put, right where we are.