The law is simple. Every experience is repeated or suffered till you experience it properly and fully the first time. ~ Ben Okri
As I’m meandering along the poorly marked pathways of fate, trying to find my way, it came to me, in a blinding flash of the obvious, that if this is happening with me…isn’t it likely it’s happening with others? Maybe even to every adult in the world?
This is difficult to parse, but when other people are deeply involved in our karmic dance, that must mean we’re involved in their karmic process. In these heightened times on Earth, we’re likely catalyzing each other, clearing out the dregs of old anger, hate, and fear. Maybe it’s also true for expanding with love, joy, and delight, in mutually beneficial ways.
But most of what I notice these days is negative situations and experiences rushing up and exploding from some black-goo volcanic source. When I take the pulse of the world, it’s racing with rampant emotionalism, a great deal of fear, and a vast sense of being fed up.
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Good behavior, bad behavior, only enter into the equation on a 3D, surface level. We’re acting out predefined roles scripted by the Cosmic Playwright, in conjunction with our souls’ directives. With awareness, there’s the possibility of shaping our behavior and attitude so we can act out that predetermined script while aiming for integrity and grace through unprecedented, fraught situations.
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Regardless of the accuracy of my speculation, giving myself an active role in “making things better” feels far superior to going with the highly unpleasant flow and allowing it to rush me into eddies and whirlpools of nastiness.
I may not be able to outwit the karmic machinations that seem to rule us, but I’m putting karma on notice. I don’t like what I’m seeing. I don’t want to continue certain experiences. I’m looking at you, karmic trickster, facing you head on, ready to sweep you out of the way with the broom of Godly intent.
I reckon I can. Maybe that’s one reason we’re here during these turbulent and dizzying end-of-old-days. Even with imperfect understanding of karma, even lacking memory or knowledge of why certain things happen, nothing prevents us from gathering our sharpest tools, wielding them with laser precision, and, finally, burying old ghosts, with gilded, holy stakes through their hearts to prevent their ever returning.
