And, trust me, it is an eye and heart opening experience. I can say this unequivocally: there are not any bad people living rough (homeless). There aren't any people struggling with problems that are irrevocable or broken situations that are irrecoverable.
Imagine you didn't spend one more minute thinking about yourself in terms of something to describe or define, or something to make you happy or sad, proud or ashamed, but only focused on the experiences you allow yourself to have, the people you have them with, and the knowledge and enlightenment this world has to offer.
She kept me as a secret, a pearl that would grow and save her one day, an angel perhaps that would elevate them all to a higher ground and fly them to an island of love and joy where people were only sincere.
The world has become tiny and we have changed as The Age has changed. We have moved into this new age over the past couple of decades and transited from the patriarchal Age of Pisces into the 'golden age' of Aquarius.
She talks to me in an urge to drive until I run out of gas to see what exists for me there. She tells me not to live the damage I've sustained, but instead to devour it, absorb it into us to use as the fuel it's meant to be. To propel us forward into the wild. She rises up from somewhere deep inside, far beyond my soul.
By using my sense of hearing rather than my eyesight, I discover a new world of sensation and appreciate the minute details found high up in the tree canopy on a zip lining tour in Redwood National Forest, California.
It seems that the reason we resist pain so much, personally and collectively, is because it opens up so much feeling. We know that embracing it will ineffably, irrevocably change us, transform us. For it is only when enough of us are finally aligned with our hearts, will this endless cycle run out of steam; it runs on the combined hate and judgment of all of us.
Self-realization, on the other hand, is not only accepting (tolerating) who we really and are and who others are, it's understanding them and ourselves in our entirety. You cannot have compassion or empathy for someone (including yourself) by just accepting or tolerating them or you.
I arise again, a quick flash of my now open eyes left to right on the way up. Still no signs of life. Again I reach for the sightless sky, this time on tip toes, inhaling deeply a wide swath of dank air. This time my arms float to the floor like feather flight.
And yet I had the photos to prove it; squirrels and ducks could indeed be tamed. Therefore, to be Socratic about things, so could my own wild habits. It was simply a matter of feeding them with good ones.
You may look good on paper with your photoshopped partner, but that kind of perfection, the kind where you weed out every flaw, nip and tuck every time you feel a twang of pain and create a 2D image, is the kind of perfection within which breath and life simply cannot exist.
How can mankind feel so entitled? Shouldn't something so beautiful have control over its own being? I can feel the crumpled petals brush past my skin as I watch him slowly suck at my youth. I can feel him invading my territory as his rough hands sweep past my long hair.
Yes, words have power. And we should treat them responsibly. And a word only has the power you give to it. If a word (or a brush stroke) can so easily shatter the foundations of your belief system, it is not the word that is the problem. It's your fear of losing your belief system, your fear of a crack in the wall, that's the problem. It is not even your flawed belief system that is the problem, it is your overdependence on your belief system's infallibility.
This is not an easy belief to hold, for at the moment they tell you your loved one's earthly vessel is failing the soul it's been entrusted to hold, you cannot help but respond with "Well, fix it, do the surgery, that operation to transplant the organs, the stem cells. Do the radiation and the chemo; give the pills and medications and homeopathic remedies. Keep them here for me because I am not ready to let them go."
Society continues to punish them. Many women who are released from prison are sincerely sorry for what they have done. They know they cannot change those circumstances. Even though they know they cannot change the past, they want to give back to others in an attempt at redemption. They want to find a way to help others so that they do not make the same mistakes that they did. They yearn to be productive citizens. As a society, we do not make this easy.
On February 14, 2015, I invite you to join 1 Billion Rising to stop violence against women. There are events worldwide that are drumming and dancing in support of ending violence and breaking the chain.