On Peace and Wholeness Amidst the Maelstrom One of the greatest challenges peace workers have in the Holy Land is the constant barrage of rage and fear and hatred. It batters them physically, psychologically, emotionally, psychically, every day. The personal boundaries must be strong in such a situation. But no human being can withstand this constantly, indefinitely. So they burn out, become exhausted or worse, the negativity begins to seep in, to infect the inner world of those who came to reverse it. This happens to us in all kinds of ways and is the Real spiritual battleground of life. It is easy to say, There is no enemy or There is no battle until one is inundated in this kind of violence and negativity. It becomes much much harder to love thine enemy as thyself when the darkness within begins to consume us. Once the negativity seeps into the pores of the skin, the cells of the body, expelling it is 100,000 times more difficult than if it had never been inside of us to begin with. And what about children trapped in abusive homes? How is the suffering of a child trapped in impossible circumstances different from the woman whose genitals are scarred and tortured, the black man who is lynched, the woman running with her children from bombs as their houses shatter to bits, the men at war, breaking themselves apart from the inside to fulfill the illusion that this war is to protect my family, my nation, the gay man who is lashed, the witch burned at the stake, the myriad ways in which we secretly hate ourselves? How are these different? All of these forms of suffering synergistically contribute to another. That is the configuration of this wound. That is the configuration of this wound. And like any wound, it can be healed... By reversing a its processes. Our hearts can darken with bitterness. And they can be washed clean, opened, softened, melted again. There is a human holocaust going on every day in this world and we are all in some way participating in it. Human beings are everything. We are saints and we are murderers. All I us. We are none of us without fault. And from within this fractured, faulted mess of forgetfulness and violence arises also our beauty, our fragility, our tenderness and the remembrance of love. We are all of us murderers. We are all of us saints. When we can accept, truly accept, both the glorious golden light and the hideous darkness within us, we finally learn how to stand humbly upon the Earth in gratitude for the beauty of Creation. For we ARE Love and Love made us and Love brought us here and Love divided itself into darkness and light so that the myriad forms could exist. And in this division, separation was born. And forgetting. Now it is up to us to awaken the miraculous power latent within all of our hearts, to remember the love we are, the love which made us, and at the same time accept with humility the fragile divided-ness of our embodied fate and offer up gratitude and appreciation for the Gift of Embodied Life on Earth every moment, every moment... With our whole lives, with our every breath... For at any moment, at any moment, we could lose it. With Love, Murshida VA ~
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 13:04:22 +0000
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