What could have happened after the Second World War to change nations fighting for democracy into nations wanting to cull their populations down to 500 million slave souls?
What could have happened that wealth would be concentrated in a small percent at the top of a hierarchical pyramid while the majority of folks live from paycheque to paycheque, if they’re getting one?
How could something so seemingly sacred have gone so woefully wrong?
As within, so without. I’m not trying to saddle someone else with the responsibility. If it wasn’t within me, I wouldn’t even be able to see it outside of me.
Hatred is what I see inside of me when I look. Hatred of people who’ve scammed me, defrauded me, lied to me, rejected me, etc. Hatred as a result of all the failed interactions with the people in my life. Hatred of corrupt politicians and cabals and pedophiles.
The same kind of hatred that we all feel and end up with over a lifetime. The same kind of hatred that led to two world wars.
Do I know what to do about it? No, when it comes upon me, it’s so overmastering that I forget all my disciplines.
The only one I remember is awareness: Remain aware of what’s happening and experience it through to completion.
Lash yourself to the mast like Odysseus and hear the siren song to its conclusion. Discover the truth and you’ll be free of the upset.
So here I am, experiencing this vein of pure hatred. Not only hatred, but hatred that I’m holding on to.
Many people in the world are also holding on to their hatred – Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists even. Citizens of this country and that. Colonizing, persecuting, enslaving, enriching.
Humanity’s history has been one of warfare since its earliest days. The residue of hatred that remains must be immense and will need to be broken down and dissipated.
It’s so important to remain with my hatred right now that I’m suspending everything else.
Magma, volcano, lava, spilling into the sea and hardening. This outer shell shows the lines and marks of hardened hatred.
My chest is hard and it’s difficult to breathe when I feel hatred. Is this what is meant by “hard-hearted”?
Unless I want to become a volcanic island, barren of life, I’d better do something.
Yet back comes the voice: Remain aware of what’s happening and experience it through to completion.
Or as Michael would say, “Stand back and observe.”
Forgive self and others.
On this 80th anniversary of WW2, by the Law of Elimination, turn the iron ball of hatred over to the Mother.