This moment is excruciating. I don't have to tell you that. I've largely powered my way through the madness by focusing on my own spiritual and physical health, but of course that's only serving to heighten the contrast with the in-sanity without. This might be the right time to reference the physical ailment I dealt with late in the fall/early winter. Let's face it, in our outer world, things were in full swing by then, and perhaps it was inevitable that my body would eventually succumb to dis-ease. I had to seek medical attention, and I am glad I did. And yet even from the first moment of using the prescription meant to fight the condition, I knew that my inner "non-violence" would be an issue, as it has been for years. And sure enough, medicine got the healing process started, but didn't seem to finish it.
So I literally had to dig deep, and address everything within me that was at war with the outside world, every last iota of fury, fear, feminist cynicism, and resentment eating away at me. I had to address the ways that I have hated the world's violence and greed, hated myself, hated my body, hated the frustrations of my journey (and how I have constantly felt exiled), and hated feeling so alone and homeless. For a so-called peaceful person, I had an awful lot of hatred within me that I could no longer hide from. As I went through the process step-by-step, I knew perfectly well that this was all a well-timed metaphor, a final exam of sorts forcing me to do a complete detox heading into this all-important year of 2026. Until I completely healed myself of The Great Misunderstanding (a belief that unwanted conditions are caused by outer factors that can be "fought"), I would be powerless to operate effectively in the all-Love post-duality new paradigm that we have entered,
I think I have basically passed that exam, although this week's excessive congestion reminds me that being a physician and regularly healing myself will continue to be a daily necessity. Other processes may have worked a millennium ago, or a century ago, or a decade ago, or even a year ago, but not today. Full physical healing can only come from Love, not just medical intervention. Safety can only come from emanating inner Love into the outside world and being loved in return -- not from warfare, or scaring people, or amassing land, power, and wealth. Real nourishment can only come from loving the food we consume and the beautiful planet that provided it -- not from ever-more-complex processed food concoctions and addictions. And wisdom will only come from the journey within -- not from an outward accumulation of educational experiences, information, data, and facts.
The way forward is simple. Hard, but not complex. Do the inner work. Do the inner healing. Love yourself, your journey, and your body. Don't try to fix anyone or anything but yourself. This morning, it doesn't make our outward scenario any less painful, but I can finally be reasonably sure I am not adding to the world's suffering, even unwittingly. And I can step forward, at peace with "what is".
