Waking Up To The Miracle

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Blue Sea, by Xuan loc Xuan.

As the world gets stranger

and more broken,

each of us must learn

to steer by the stars in

our own souls.

~Martha Beck

“O Zarathustra… to those who think as we do, all things themselves are dancing: they come and offer their hands and laugh and flee and come back. Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same house is being built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There.

The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

The final stage, when you are no longer defined by man-made terms. The spirit is when you identify yourself, you’re not the experiences you have had nor the money you made or your culture or nationality.

A phenomenal amount of inner work has helped you reach this stage, the realization that you’re just a spirit traversing through this human experience has sunk in. You have gotten out of the box, opened your mind and widened your perspective enough to see yourself for who you truly are.

Jung notes that not every human being will reach this stage, some will get stuck in one of the three above. But for those who make it, this realization comes forth, the person who you were before this was never really you”.

We are sleepwalkers who take the miracle of our existence for granted. We can’t see it or care for it because our minds insist on desacralizing everything.

As we face this dilemma of the coronavirus, we will try to dismantle the mechanism that threatens us so we can interfere with the element that is killing us. That kind of thinking has its benefits, but it’s also the kind of thinking that has given us the problem in the first place. Unless we deepen our reverence for the web of life we inhabit, we will continue down the same disastrous path.

Living in the midst of the teeming life forces of this planet and being a member of a culture this is killing them is a strange position to find oneself in. It’s not hard to see the difference in cultures between ours and the so-called “animistic” societies that have a healthy fear of the powers of the unseen spirits and gods. It’s easy to ridicule those fears and cautions in interrupting the delicate interrelationships found everywhere in nature. Our mind is not attuned to those things. We hardly notice them. We use poisons to grow our food. We think feedlots are good business, dealing with sick animals with more poisons.

Does a culture like this have a future?

Is that a question our mental frame of reference can understand?

So, yes, we have to disarm the virus, but then what? Back to business as usual? I hope not.

A change of heart is in order, a change of vision of who we are and what we’re doing here. A renewed sensitivity and respect for the underlying spirits of life is required for life on earth to continue. It’s a tall order because of our history of suppression of precisely that kind of awareness.

And yet, it’s a life or death question that is being put to us. Can we love the world or not? Can we be reliable caretakers of it or not?

I don’t think most of us are taking this question seriously yet. We will. We must.

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