"the art of living is the art of dying gracefully"
hello, family. how's life?
Well, we're not dead, which means we're living and we're dying at the same time. It's challenging, isn't it? maybe we're living the life of our dreams, maybe we're encountering enormous obstacles, perhaps both are happening at the same time.
Rome is falling, as the saying goes. Mind is manifesting matter at a ratio getting ever closer to the speed of light, and we're running out of History. In other words, time is turning into space-time, and there's an infinite amount of it...
So. How do we love one another?
It turns out that we can't save the world, but the world can save us. And the world wants to save us, like a quiet mouse whispering gentle instructions to a proud race too busy to hear and too important to heed. We must learn how to learn; does this make sense? we must learn how the real teaching is subtle, so subtle the conscious mind does not pay attention to it. The conscious mind makes decisions, constantly making, constantly making, and in this constant making, where is the room to receive? What are we making with our decisions? The possibility of guidance comes only when we are empty enough to be guided.
making decisions requires judgment, discernment. Do we contentedly accept, or do we strive? It is an act of balance - too much judgment leaves us distraught at an imperfect world, intolerant of an imperfect partner, and tormented by an imperfect self. Too little discrimination leaves us with unfulfilled potential, a good seed without nourishing soil to grow in. And so we sing a song of hope and longing, and we move on, learning deeply about ourselves...
We want a partner, a livelyhood, a home. Do we want any partner, any career, any home? Perhaps not, but how do we know until we try? Of course learning means making mistakes; without making mistakes there is no learning. It is the fear of failing that is the source of failure, and to happily fail, over and over again, while learning the mistake made every time: this leads to the equanimity which is the source of all success.
We can avoid making decisions, we can give up our personal sovereignity to a politician, a guru, an elder, a company, or a spouse, which is convenient, because then when we aren't happy about the consequences, we have someone to blame. It is a powerful step to accept responsibility for ourselves - we make choices, many bad ones, and live only to learn the lesson and behave differently next time we have a chance. We must make decisions, or make the decision to not make decisions. What if we regret them? What if they are mistakes? What if we despise the consequences? Or - what if don't don't choose, and end up in a place not of our choosing? Do we submit to an inauthentic life, or do we grow strong, and purposeful, and find a center within ourselves?
Are we learning? Are we supported by our family, this family? Do we have the unconditional love of a tribe that will never abandon us? Will we be forgiven? It makes all the difference, it truly does. As we face the challenges of life, do we feel loved?
With love, all decisions, wise or unwise, are teachings, lessons we can, and must, live with. Without knowledge of love, the fear of making mistakes, of condemnation, haunts our behavior and impedes our innate willingness to take risks and be who we authentically are. How do we support one another on this emotionally charged learning experience called life? How can we be there for one another?
We must love one another, even as we choose ourselves and choose our future generations. how do we choose ourselves? Do we carve a path into the world, or do we surrender to the moment? Is there a middle way between action and inaction? Can we be both yielding and truthful? Where is the balance between giving and receiving, choosing our path and receiving the miracle? Can we be both humbly guided by spirit and fearlessly engaged in embodying the truth we receive?
Ahh, vaguely someplace in there duality resolves itself into a harmonious union. We must receive if we are to learn anything at all, it seems. We must make mistakes, and learn the teaching inherent within the lessons. And what we receive, what we genuinely receive we must call truth, and carry with us as though it were a lantern lighting up the darkness, and we must share it, we must share the truth as though it saves lives, for surely it does, and will, and each and every one of us must struggle with ourselves, we must learn with such fervor as to make the angels white-knuckled in fear and the demons tearfully gentle with compassion, and out of this blur of suffering we emerge with the truth of ourselves, unique, ineffable, and unnameable, for the truth of ourselves is a light unto the worlds, and as we learn the infinite truth of ourselves we tread the path of the all-victorious, the path of the peaceful warrior, the path of the infinite heart's reunion...
There will be times when we pray for guidance, and receive the truth, and do not carry it as a light but let it pass us by, and then we will descend into despair, only to climb out again, stronger and wiser. And there will be times when we pray for guidance, and the truth comes, but we are too busy praying, too busy being holy or being right or being just to notice this truth, for it is not what we wanted it to be, it is something completely different from what we wanted for ourselves, and so we ignore this truth that we prayed for so sincerely and it goes away and we find ourselves lost and abandoned, and as we try to bend the truth to our will we will break ourselves upon it, and lie broken. And yet we will rise again, more humble, more in tune, more compassionate, more receptive, with a greater capacity for sadness and a greater capacity for joy. These cycles repeat themselves again and again, as we learn to recognize them and move swiftly and confidently through them, or get caught up in them and thrown about by them repeatedly. All the while, learning how to love one another...
Perhaps life would be unbearable, if not for the fact that we are embarked on this extraordinary journey together, as a family. We are living together on a planet that is home so we can die together, leaving behind us a path of truth carved through an infinity of possibilities that our children will follow, and learn from, and ultimately leave far behind.
Don't pay too much attention to this; these paltry words. Pay attention to the signs all around you that you are alive and loved, that you are deep within the heart of infinite love wherever you go and whatever you do. Pay attention to the air you breathe, and know that it is a part of our family, the very fabric that holds our human community together in this physical dimension. Breathe in and breathe out, and realize that what you breathe in connects you with the trees and the oceans and the fish and the plants and the animals and the people, and even the stars, which breathed us into being before we remember being, and realize that we are all connected, and we are all family, and that the world, so transformed by technology, loves us, and that this love is so powerful it is now using technology to spread the message of love...
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Let's live the rest of our lives together, shall we? And let's journey into death together, shall we? And let's love one another, and depend upon one another, the way our future generations depend on us, shall we? Let us rejoice in this time, the time of the infinite heart's reunion...
and our family is one body, and the universe is one body, and as we learn to help one another and listen to one another so do we find harmony, and peace. so let us ask for help when we need it, and let us offer ourselves to the service of one another, and let us share the teaching of love.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! In being alive, life itself is victorious.. May all beings be happy