Happy Canada Day, Canada! Chin up! Love will win.
The days of abuse and corruption are numbered.
For me to take steps to realize the magnitude of our planetary project, I first have to resolve all situations for me that remain unresolved. I need to be complete.
Otherwise I don’t have a solid foundation from which to venture forth.
Taking a look, the first thing I see is that all of my book publishing is to prove to my Dad that I’m not a lazy, no-good good-for-nothing.
I think I can move on from that vasana (or core issue) now.
Other vasanas just keep coming up. Committing to the divine qualities is raising them, like squeezing water out of a sponge.
Let me complete with what I’ve done so far.
I’ve written over the years on automation, racism, vasanas, cross-cultural spirituality, refugee matters, etc. What is the theme that unites them all?
Freedom. Freedom from persecution. Freedom to be.
Freedom from being displaced and dumped economically. Freedom from being discriminated against. Freedom from our own knots in consciousness.
This desire reflects how life was for a boy who listened to his Dad sock his Mother and was later dissociated for the next fifty years when his Dad shouted at him from inches in front of his face, all at age seven. (1) I used to think of myself as the Humpty Dumpty Man
We all have our story.
Of all the fields I’ve gone in and out of to recover myself, what’s produced the best results for me personally is spirituality. I’ve been deeply privileged to have one spiritual experience seemingly after another. Each one is deeply satisfying. And each one is like a finger, beckoning me on. I’m a fish on the line. Permanently.
I’m married to the divine qualities; primarily, love and bliss.
This path is not at all austere. When the love arises from my heart to fill my field of awareness, I’m blessed beyond belief.
That love having filled me up, nothing more is wanted. Soon enough we’ll all be in the experience.
Where it looks austere is that we lose our taste for external pleasures. That’s because nothing external can compete with what arises from our very own hearts.
I can’t say it often enough: The love we experience then turns out to be all that we were ever seeking.
No, we don’t get love from Ralph or Mary, not in copious amounts anyways. We get it from our very own hearts in an endless flow. Go directly to source.
So the thread that runs through my writings is freedom from what holds us back, freedom to emerge, freedom to blossom – and most of all freedom to love.
To take the next step (whatever it is), I’d first have to see, experience, and get this unifying thread and underlying theme. I’d first have to get freedom as a divine quality.
Footnotes
(1) For me the pinnacle of the ability to protect another person’s freedom was to act as a refugee adjudicator, with the power to grant a person refugee status or not. In this field, one is a human-rights decision-maker. The theme again is protecting freedom.
With my abused Mother in mind, I specialized in gender issues.