In the Midst of What Appears to Be Hell
Head’s Up: If you want to skip the emotion-dump, my prayer is at the bottom.
What Appears to Be Hell
Today, September 21, is the International Day of Peace, designated by the United Nations as a yearly observance of the possibility of peace on our planet. Right. I can’t find it in me to feel it. That’s unusual for me because I’m an eternal optimist, a person that can find my way through to the Eternal Presence (aka Spirit or God) at the darkest of times. But not this year. I realize my last post was awhile ago, and in the midst of my Dark Night of the Soul, and I run the risk of appearing like a doom-sayer or debbie-downer. I don’t care.
Here in America, two more black men were killed by police this week. What I want to know is why the pattern is hard for so many people to see. At what point can we look it in the face and, in plain speak, say the way things are is not working for people of color? (Truthfully, it ain’t working for anyone, but some are more aware and more directly affected.) When can we quit taking personally the idea that we’re all infected, karmically so because of America’s history, and get on with a damn cure? I don’t want to bitch or try to present the facts. I’ve learned it doesn’t help. Those who see don’t need persuading and those who cannot see can’t be swayed, not until something shifts inside of them. And that brings me back to an essential truth, thank god: My job at this moment is to shift what’s inside of me, to restore my own self to right seeing, right thinking, right action. I can be restored through spiritual mind treatment, or affirmative prayer, so without further ramblings…
Life is undivided wholeness. Love is omni-Presence. Light is an undimmable reality. Known by many names and yet un-nameable, this Life-Love-Light is Spiritual Essence, is G-o-d. This Presence is more than my awareness, truer than my doubts, and it indwells me though I rage at its apparent absence. There is but One Life and that life is my life now.
I speak my word and proclaim heaven in the midst of what appears to be hell, to stand firmly in the idea that there is more than what I see right now. I embrace my deep knowing that before, between and beyond the violence, injustice and upheaval that appear on the world stage, there is something more powerful, enduring and harmonious — Spiritual Truth. In this moment, I allow that Truth to have its way with me and restore me to peace, poise and power. Breath by breath, I am remembering; I am surrendering…… I. Am.
In the center of the center, I affirm that divine right action is revealed to me by my innermost Self. What is mine to do is, even at this very moment, becoming clear to me. Restored to my right mind, I am impelled to act in accordance with my most deeply held spiritual truth, and I become a way shower unto myself, my community and my planet. And it is enough; I am enough. My words are wings, and a balm across the Earth.
Truth known fully is truth demonstrated, and upon this I build a house of love, upon the bedrock of goodness. I. Am. That. I. Am. And I am made whole.
And So It Is / Ashé / Amen / Aho