January 10, 2025
Barn’s burnt down / Now I can see the moon. ~ Mizuta Masahide
Setting aside the speculation by commentators citing (unnamed) insider sources about why and how Los Angeles has been massively firebombed, where is the meaning for those who live there?
People whose homes have burned don’t give a rat’s patootie about whether the Deep State is making a land grab, or the White Hats (with callous indifference, I would note) are taking out homes of elite pedophiles and clearing hidden tunnels used for trafficking and other nefarious purposes.
I’d venture to say that truthers who have been burned out might have a portion of their focus taken by such questions. But really, they’re wondering how the heck they’re going to rebuild, or find another place if they are renting; whether their cat somehow survived when it disappeared and couldn’t be found to evacuate; and if insurance (if they have it) will pay for what they’ve lost.
Only a saint or a yogi would have bandwidth for the deeper questions that will arise later, months or even years after the event.
Why did that happen, and why did it happen to me? What is the great cosmic reason behind my loss and grief?
Many people will never ask, will never care to know. But for those who’re compelled to ask the deeper questions, even when life is so painful they can barely cope, eventually, questions will arise.
Has this benefited me in a higher sense? What needed shift was launched? What old behavior, situation, or relationship was obliterated along with the home and all the possessions?
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Apparently our souls choose to come to certain understandings, have realizations or epiphanies, with only the vaguest framework of how to bring that about. If we are internally guided by even a modicum of intuition, we will somehow stumble along the elected soul path.
Most of the time I don’t recognize what a “great thing” a certain circumstance was until I reflect on it years later. While “in the thing,” managing to stay afloat is the priority. I believe this will be the case for those still going through the fires, and for the foreseeable future after the smoke has cleared. Burnt out or not, everyone living within a radius of 30-plus miles might feel traumatized, affected by the war-zone vibe and the inescapable stench of smoke for probably weeks to come.
A wise person said recently that if we’re not immediately affected by a disaster situation, our highest service is to be ready to help if and when the need arises. Literally to put our house in order so as to be ready if called upon.
That is a small gesture, perhaps, but I feel that this element of personal readiness, of openness and willingness to be of service even if it’s never asked, contributes to a warm and strengthening elemental force. A force which might be called love. The practical, active aspect of love. And I believe that force can penetrate through the chaos resulting from any wicked deed, and etherically clear the choking smoke from people’s battered auras.
May it be so.
