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45. The 4th Spiritual Law: Let It Be

July 7, 2019

At this point, I’ve begun a serious, dedicated spiritual practice of Deepak Chopra’s 4th Spiritual Law: Acceptance/Nonresistance, and I am committed to the practice of letting things be as they are, because my thoughts about Trump were giving me headaches, bellyaches, and sleepless nights. This is no easy task, but I have chosen to trust the honest and decent people whom he hates and reviles daily in his rabid insane tweets, and accuses them all of the crimes that are actually his, not theirs. I trust them to fulfill their calling as journalists, investigators, and Representatives, to bring him to justice.

Above all, I trust the law of Karma. Deepak says, “Karma is both the action and the consequence, it is the cause and ultimate effect, because every action generates a force of energy that returns to us in like kind.” Jesus said it too, as “whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall he reap.” And in more contemporary terms, “What goes around, comes around.”

Even as Trump’s horrible acts continue damaging and destroying the lives of tens of thousands of innocent people, I find myself realizing that this mortal world is one of polarities, that I can’t personally change it by raging against it, feeling victimized and helpless. All I can do to change the world is by what I am myself, and how I carry myself thru life.

I’ve never been in any danger of being like him, but as the (real) news repeatedly tells of his senseless cruelty, greed, and arrogance, I have let his way creep into my brain and put me into a rage, over and over, and THAT is precisely his power. He has an uncanny ability to cause and create hatred, conflict, and violence. That is his only skill, and he takes enormous, sick, pleasure in doing this.

Forcibly taking terrified children from their distraught parents and locking them in cages, can arouse angry thoughts even in the gentlest, kindest hearts. The world has had many monsters, but none so sick as Trump. Hitler, actually, was a nicer guy in a way, at least not as wild-crazy vicious a personally as Trump. He did hideous things too, but at least didn’t brag about them all day long in the cheapest, lowest possible media, Twitter.

And so, for my own sake, and the sake of those around me, I have stopped talking about him so much. I turn off the TV if his face appears there, I know whatever he says will gouge me in the gut with anger. I refuse to give him my attention or my thoughts. Only once in a while, when he gets so totally off his cracker. Not every time.

History will show that Donald Trump’s one success in life, his greatest dream come true of being a legendary historical figure, has been accomplished – He will be remembered as the absolutely unquestionably worst, most utterly incompetent president of any country in the world that history has ever seen, and hopefully ever will. He believes he can get away with absolutely anything, forever, and he seems to be doing so. His infantile ego is reveling in pure, sick, ecstasy of brutal power, which fuels ever-more insane behaviors, because he has got what he needs so desperately: Everybody in the world noticing him.

Think about it. And then decide to spend your thoughts on something better. When you do, as a practice, it will surprise you with an unexpected peace of mind and softening of those tense nerves and muscles of the body.

There is one thing I know with certainty: Nobody escapes their own karma. Every one of us gets as we have given, and Karma is a meticulous bookkeeper. This man, and each of us, sooner or later will get exactly what we deserve.

41. Who We Are

October 29, 2018

It’s Monday. I begin again. First waking thought: I’m grateful for my life, grateful to be who I am.

And next, thoughts about how we are all, each in our individual lives, like a cell, with a “permeable membrane” as my physiology book says. A part of, but never apart from, the body. Each of us a conscious cell in the body of a conscious universe. And now, some of the most brilliant minds of our world have told us that there actually exist other bodies — other universes.

I think of us, each a conscious being, and yet how different. Like the cells of the body, each has a specific function and purpose for being. I have said we all come here to this mortal life both to teach and to learn, whether knowingly or unaware.

Myself, I have often blundered and stumbled, but mostly moved innocently and trustingly along. There have been some dark and painful times. When I came through them to the other side, I found that I was stronger and wiser because of them. There have been many times too, when I danced and laughed and loved, beautiful and young. In this lifetime, I think I  may have been too much alone, and yet I scattered my love anyway, like wildflower seeds, all along the way. As a child I rejoiced, running through the rain.  As an adult, spiritually, I still do.

One of my sisters (the family saint) has lived her whole life like a child, not consciously aware. But she is good and kind and happy. Ignorance can indeed be blessed. She lives in a tiny town, active in church and community. She is a simple flower in a small protected garden, never exposed to very much life. She is a daisy who believes she is a rose, and so she is proud and satisfied. Believing is the master key, and it’s the capacity that most shapes our physical life and experiences. Whether the belief is false or true, it becomes our truth, and our perceived reality. Our lives play out from these core-beliefs, most of them learned in the first 5 years of life.

My brother never knew who he was, and now never will. Not like anyone else in the family, he has always been unsatisfied, believing that life and people owed him much more than he got, and no matter how much life gives, personalities like his are never satisfied or truly happy. My brother spent his whole life, since the moment of his birth, supported and sustained by women even though he could not love them, nor his children, nor anyone. Always a parasite, always a clever manipulator, a bully, a controller, and perhaps unknowingly, a predator. Maybe he learned this as a primary life-lesson when he was a small child, but I wonder now if it went deeper than that. Maybe even a life-role decided by his soul before birth. If so, I am so grateful that my soul did not choose that life.

Our birthmother– my book is a hymn of compassion for her. Life was not kind to her, and she deserved better. I never really knew her and she never knew me, and it seems like her purpose in my life was to give me a physical portal into this world, and my first great wound, of unwantedness. There was no conscious decision on her part, no chosen intention to do either of these things.

And Mother, my rescuing Angel, who did not give birth to me, but gave me life. She was always meant to be my mother, and truly was, and is, and evermore shall be. I am so grateful for this immense life-gift of grace, my loving mother. My heart aches with joy at the thought of it, the remembrance of her love, and the certainty that it still goes on even now.

My Dad, a good man, beautiful both in body and soul. Always a private person, nobody knew him well, except Mother. Her love brought him out of his inner solitude into a new openness and expression of himself to all of us who loved him.

I could name, if I chose to, all the people who came and went through my “permeable membrane” of existence here. That would be too many books to write in this brief lifetime. Besides, all that they taught me, all that they gave me, is absorbed and assimilated into my Being now, some of it consciously, and some only into silent spirit.

Oh Life, what a magnificent mystery you are. with infinite numbers of stories. Some are beautiful and some are tragically not, and only Life itself, the Author, knows their full meaning.

39. Snapshot: Three Women

June 12, 2018

There’s a little photograph I keep on my refrigerator door that has three women it, sitting in a porch swing on the plain unadorned wooden porch of a farmhouse, somewhere in rural Illinois. The women pose with proper grace, smiling for the Kodak camera, with their hands folded neatly in their laps.

The house is quite small, made of clapboard neatly painted white. It’s summer, and emerald green fields of corn stretch out behind the house and seem to go on forever, all the way to the horizon. At the front of the house, two windows face the road, plain and functional, and there are no curtains. The porch shade is more than enough from the midday sun, and there are no neighbors near enough to look in.

It’s Sunday after church, and the women are my mother and my two sisters. They have traveled all the way from Dallas Texas to Bloomington Illinois for Mother’s 50th high school reunion. This house is a place Mother lived a long time ago as a child, and the current residents have welcomed her to the old homestead and invited all of them to stay for dinner.

In this small snapshot I can see through time, to past generations of strong farm women, practical, hard-working and generous. I love this little picture for its sweetness, its honesty and simplicity. Mother has left us now, gone from this earth to a higher calling. Both of my sisters still live in Texas, and both have grown children now. My own path has taken me from Texas to the East Coast, to the Midwest, and finally to the West Coast of Northern California where I call home, a long long way from Illinois.

I take the picture down from its magnet on the fridge door and hold it in my hand for a moment. I hold these women in my heart forever.

32. Courage and Faith

January 10, 2018

There is a basic universal law that is always invisibly working in our lives, whether we know it or not, and even when we are totally unaware, and here it is: “What we believe, is what we receive.” This is the winner’s edge, and the loser’s self-defeating curse, because we can only be that which we are willing to dare to believe we can be.

In every aspect of life on earth, courage is the difference-maker. That, and the commitment to hold onto our “foolish”  faith, sets every impossible dream into forward-motion.

“Nothing is impossible, if you have faith.” Jesus said that, among other radical ideas that got him in trouble. He was telling the truth. That’s exactly what he and other great teahers and messengers came here to tell us about – the power of faith. Even a little faith. (If you want to move mountains though, I recommend more than “as a grain of mustard seed.”) The greater the faith, the better the outcome. But faith is not easy. It requires courage.

If your heart and soul truly, passionately desire something “impossible,” don’t play the odds. Go for it, all out.

Believe anyway. Impossible is just a word until proven otherwise. I’ve done some impossible things in my life. (yeah, seriously. even me.) They turned out to be not impossible, just really really hard. If you believe you can, or if you can even let your self believe you might, all bets are off. The power of the universe gets behind that. If you can dare to believe you can do it, you will.

30. The Path: Life After Life

December 18, 2017

When my dearest, nearly-lifelong best friend developed Alzheimer’s and left us all behind, it was so hard, so painful for all of us who loved her. We were many, and we loved her so much. She was the most joyful person I ever knew, and always the first one up the next new trail. She lingered here with us for years physically, but was gone from us in every other way. When at last she passed away gently in her sleep, in a way it was a sweet relief. Even though we cried for ourselves, we didn’t cry for Lynn. She was free again.

We all knew it- she had outrun us, as she usually did. She was free to explore other adventures and discover new trails, as she had always loved to do. She had always been the one out ahead of us, joyful trailblazer in life. She still is, just on a trail we can’t follow as closely now, but someday will. Vaya con Dios, hermana de mi corazón.

Along my way I have learned that God/ Spirit/ Universal Consciousness doesn’t like Why-questions. But there are some things that even though I can’t understand, still I have begun to make some sense of, and stop struggling to figure everything out.

I have come to believe there are some things we simply are not given to know. God knows, and watches out for us, I can see the proof of this in my own life. But God, whatever that is, also allows us to blunder if we choose to, and wander off the path, and stumble, and even sometimes fall hard as we are learning to run, but never lets us stray too far. If we lose our way, or if we hunger for a greater challenge than this life holds, God can always call us home. Then in the morning, we begin again.