Time and again it comes back to freedom. I think it’s all we ever want in this life. Freedom from the grown-ups who oppress us with their rules and ideas when we’re young; freedom from the world around us that is always telling us what we’re supposed to do and be as we get older. We chafe and rebel and leave, searching for more freedom. I’m not sure where it is or how we get it in this world. I suppose if you live totally off-grid and self-sufficient, maybe. Otherwise while we’re in this world we’re subject to someone’s rules of engagement, even if they’re implied and not spoken.
I think maybe we’ve arrived at another one of those times in history when human spiritual development hasn’t kept up with technological advancements. The vast gap between the two is causing all kinds of problems; society seems to be erupting while the planet is giving us signs that it’s had enough of our nonsense.
Many felt that the recent time of pandemic was a practice-run for governmental interference and control in our lives. A sort of let’s see how far we can go to get these lemmings to follow our rules.
I don’t know, I don’t really have an opinion on that one. It was strange, though, how some folks got all the shots and still got sick. Do illnesses actually morph that quickly?
If we were sitting together in a room having this talk you’d see me shrug my shoulders. People are strange. The human condition is really weird. I’ve witnessed so much in my lifetime that’s just so weird. I can’t come up with a better word; it’s all so weird. Especially the behavior of people who already have power and money. They seem to get weirder all the time with no concept of enough.
When someone tells me how much they miss someone they love who has died I always tell them this first: you can’t imagine how much freedom they have. Not only freedom to move about the cabin unhindered by gravity or transportation issues, storms or pilots that don’t show up, freedom to carefully inspect and own all of their own bullshit in a way that’s non-judgmental with the intention of spiritual growth. The focus is finally on all the right stuff; no worries anymore about whether or not the curtains match the new couch or if your hair looks OK today.
It’s something to look forward to. Can you imagine if someone told you, when you were young … listen, bud, life is going to be really hard. A bunch of awful things are going to happen. Your heart will break a thousand times, your dreams will stay smoldering in the back of your brain for decades before they become reality, if they become reality. Big if there. Life is super duper weird here. If you want to get around you’ll have to get a car that will cost about 50 grand, and you’ll still have it repaired regularly and filled with non-renewable fossile fuel to make it go. If you want an education … wo: 80 grand a year for a good school. Shelter? Good luck with that one. Everything here is so expensive that you’ll go through life with a mountain of debt that will choke you so much you won’t be able to sleep at night. But eventually it will end and then you get to return to total freedom, peace, joy, love and acceptance. Hang tight, buddy, hopefully this won’t last too long.
I mean, like, a totally different mindset about life and death.
Why we mourn death so vehemently I have no idea. Lack of imagination, I guess.
As the rope tightens around personal freedoms and life becomes unbearably expensive here, I offer you something to look forward to: the time when you shed the body suit (also very often problematic) and fly free again. Trust me, none of this has anything to do with religion. It’s just the way it is. You don’t have to subscribe to any dogma, join any church or say seventy-two Hail Marys. You can sleep in on Sunday mornings your whole life long. But I do have a couple of suggestions for while you’re still here:
Work harder on using the power of your imagination to create your reality. Use your life as an experiment. Whatever that dream is, see it, smell it, live it in your mind then get ready for it to happen. Because it will. A lot of people, I think, have an idea for the kind of life they want for themselves, but they’re actually afraid of what might happen if it came to pass. Fear blocks manifestation. Play around with this one; you’ve got nothing to lose.
Use whatever resources you have: time, money, vision to help other people as often as possible.
Be grateful about the good stuff, every day, all day. Don’t take it for granted and don’t assume people already know how much they matter to you. Say it, speak it, write it. Thank the trees for filtering the air you breath, thank the birds for giving you a vision of the future, thank your mom for getting you here, thank your kids for putting up with you.
We might be running out of time, I’m not sure. I’m hoping to come to a town near you in the spring so we can have these conversations in person and maybe … maybe speed up our communal rate of spiritual growth enough to make that gap smaller. I believe in us, so let’s at least try.
Get the books, they’ll help you figure it out, then stay tuned for some 2023 lecture dates.
xomo
Missing Miss Daisy Mason, who left us a year ago to fly, sighted, finally, through the fields around us. Thanks for loving us so much, you magical wunderhund.
Thanks for reading, for sharing, and for being. xomo
Had to digest and read this one a couple of times! We often comment on living in a world that has jumped back a couple of dimensions and de-evolved. Kinda like the Twilight Zone. Definitely a topic for conversation. But hope for positive change is still our driving force.