08-15-2017, 04:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-15-2017, 05:16 PM by Steppingfeet.)
The Space Between Stories
This is a personal story about discovering lightning again. About rekindling hope, reawakening the soul’s purpose, weaving threads of synchronicity, and, ultimately (though beyond my individual powers) the birth of fourth density, the more beautiful world. I want to share this story with others. I write a lot.
Part I
The Election
Like many other people, the election was tough for me. The disharmony of the process, the ratcheting tension, the reality bubbles, fact divides, rising nationalism, cynicism and anger, unrelenting news, whiffs of violence, and, of course, the result—which shocked me as much as it did many others. You may have a 180 degree difference in perception or you may be unconcerned with what transpires in the US. That's fine. We will be over this hump in just a couple paragraphs. I simply hope you might understand my experience as it occurred for me. I felt as if we had entered an alternate reality. Not just in the US but elsewhere as regressive energies seemed to be on the rise.
My faith in the big picture is total. I know, philosophically at least, that all is one, that nothing is lost, that this is an illusion, and that whatever happens on the surface—even unto planetary annihilation itself and the cancellation of “Sense8” on Netflix—all is well. The Creator is experiencing itself. But my faith in humanity was teetering. Prior to this point I thought that maybe we could hold it together long enough for a new reality of love and understanding to gradually emerge from this shadowed world into the sunlight. But now . . . now I felt that we might drop the ball. Hard. As climate change heats the planet and the ecological crisis degrades the biosphere, as government and corporate control and corruption increases, as the needle moves into the crisis range, as an urgency to develop a healthy, sustainable, and loving relationship with our world is so desperately needed, and as so much depends on an alert citizenry, raised consciousness, and skilled leadership—this happens. Maybe upon seeing the coming cliff we wouldn’t turn the wheel away but would instead step on the gas.
I read a lot. Analysis about the election, the country, the political situation, etc. Everything informed me but nothing imparted vision or true understanding. Then I stumbled on “The Election: Of Hate, Grief, and a New Story” by someone unknown to me at the time, Charles Eisenstein. In the span of a short article I was changed. Eisenstein exercised a deep understanding of the dynamics at play. And in a purely nonpartisan but radical fashion he was able to lift my vision for the first time above the trees to see the election as embedded in a larger, unfolding process. He could see the possible outcomes that separation, fear, and hate might precipitate, but, more importantly he saw the greater possibilities made available with the exercise of empathy and compassion between peoples. Not only was this person brilliant, perhaps even a visionary, but he also had activated his heart in a profound way. And entered my own.
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Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer. - Rumi