Although I am incredibly hopeful, joyful even, when I think about the Love-filled paradigm that we are entering (see previous post), that doesn't make this current moment any easier. Hearing the early morning news (and occasionally watching the evening news) has become by turns heartbreaking, absurd, astonishing, embarrassing. At times the news is even laughable, for about one minute. No amount of knowledge about the "love to come" can take away the excruciating pain of what we see before our eyes.
Yet there is a clear truth at the center of it all about what this paradigm is, and arguably has been for generations. I still cannot forget the moment when (I was in my twenties) a successful businessman said to me, "Our system is 'kill or be killed', Liz. If you can't learn how to kill, you will be killed." Obviously, he was talking metaphorically, how in the world of finance you have to be cutthroat and brutal to survive. I replied that this was ridiculous, but inwardly, I suspected he was right, and, yes, I've been "killed" over and over and over. It is a miracle (the miracle of friends and love) that I am still alive. Yet even in the New Age milieu, there seemed to be this acceptance of the system, and an embrace of goals like bigger houses and cars, more income. All of us have at least taken for granted the conveniences we've enjoyed, and yet we have not wanted to look too closely at how people overseas work for us in near slavery, how Americans have experienced wildly, painfully different economic realities, and how the earth has been pushed almost past the point of complete devastation. This is a teaching moment, a moment of a different kind of brutality -- brutal clarity. It's almost too bright to look at, but this is not the moment to turn away. It is happening because a higher quality of Love is making its way to us, and these old conflict-driven assumptions and beliefs are on their way out the door. These beliefs and people will not be able to tolerate a higher spiritual vibration.
"My" hawk came by yesterday, giving me an extra jolt of joy. Thank you, hawk.
