While watching the inspiring documentary Dancing in the Flames about Marion Woodman, well known Jungian Analyst, author and pioneer for the ways of the Divine Feminine, I was struck by something she said. She referred to Earth as being 'one country.'
My mind tells me what 'struck' me is something simple, and would have me toss it aside as worthless. My mind is a liar, a weaver of stories, an uncaring oaf who is determined to have me ignore life's symbols that point the way to awakening, to self-awareness, to freedom. This is quite apt really, since Marion spoke and has written beautifully and passionately about the tremendous value of our dream symbols, and of the need to stay alert to their arising in our consciousness.
It suddenly occurred to me that if every person were to complete their mailing address it would finish with the word 'Earth'. As Marion said, 'one country.' I don't live in such a fantasy world that I think all wars and disconnections would be eliminated, but something might happen.
If you have ever traveled outside your country of origin you will have noticed what it is like to bump into another traveler with the same tiny flag sewn to their backpack. There is a relief, an openness, a willingness to communicate, to connect with this stranger who just happens to share a common symbol, the flag.
We are hurtling through space. The Earth is traveling at 107,000 km/hr (66,700 mph) in order to make a yearly rotation around the Sun. Doesn't that strike you as utterly fantastic, bordering on the ridiculous or the sublime? And we are sitting in our wee homes tapping away on our computers as if everything is ordinary, normal.
Is the normalcy what makes it possible to forget the wonder of being in space? I was recently at an 8-day enlightenment intensive retreat, engaging in long hours of self-inquiry, when I looked up at the night sky and noticed the Moon. I immediately had the experience of feeling like I was a character in a sci-fi novel, looking up into the night sky from my vantage point on a foreign planet. Normally in such a book there would be two or three moons to make it more awe inspiring and strange, but to me that one moon was enough to bring the fact right to the forefront of my consciousness; that I was standing on a round object hurtling through blackness. Tiny, insignificant as I experienced myself to be, I also knew I had a front row seat at the great mystery show.
I have learned that there is nothing to do. Nothing to effort for. I'm not writing to change anything. I'm writing to connect. Firstly, to connect with myself, confronting my mind's facade of apathy about everything, which only hides its fear of surrendering to deeper truth. And secondly, to connect with you, the invisible, mostly quiet reader... because we are neighbours. Made even more real when I realized this blog keeps track of the number of times my writing is viewed and from which countries (no more personal information than that is collected I assure you). Nine different countries connecting briefly, even if 'accidentally', in this one spot on Planet Earth.
Early NASA astronauts, after glimpsing the Earth from space tended to have one of two experiences upon returning home... they became either deeply spiritual/religious or they withdrew into alcohol or drugs. There is nothing ordinary going on here, on Earth.
Okay, time for sleep, perchance to awaken more enlightened by the symbols that await me in the dreamtime.
Blessings to all my fellow Earthlings. (~:
Edward
My mind tells me what 'struck' me is something simple, and would have me toss it aside as worthless. My mind is a liar, a weaver of stories, an uncaring oaf who is determined to have me ignore life's symbols that point the way to awakening, to self-awareness, to freedom. This is quite apt really, since Marion spoke and has written beautifully and passionately about the tremendous value of our dream symbols, and of the need to stay alert to their arising in our consciousness.
It suddenly occurred to me that if every person were to complete their mailing address it would finish with the word 'Earth'. As Marion said, 'one country.' I don't live in such a fantasy world that I think all wars and disconnections would be eliminated, but something might happen.
If you have ever traveled outside your country of origin you will have noticed what it is like to bump into another traveler with the same tiny flag sewn to their backpack. There is a relief, an openness, a willingness to communicate, to connect with this stranger who just happens to share a common symbol, the flag.
We are hurtling through space. The Earth is traveling at 107,000 km/hr (66,700 mph) in order to make a yearly rotation around the Sun. Doesn't that strike you as utterly fantastic, bordering on the ridiculous or the sublime? And we are sitting in our wee homes tapping away on our computers as if everything is ordinary, normal.
Is the normalcy what makes it possible to forget the wonder of being in space? I was recently at an 8-day enlightenment intensive retreat, engaging in long hours of self-inquiry, when I looked up at the night sky and noticed the Moon. I immediately had the experience of feeling like I was a character in a sci-fi novel, looking up into the night sky from my vantage point on a foreign planet. Normally in such a book there would be two or three moons to make it more awe inspiring and strange, but to me that one moon was enough to bring the fact right to the forefront of my consciousness; that I was standing on a round object hurtling through blackness. Tiny, insignificant as I experienced myself to be, I also knew I had a front row seat at the great mystery show.
I have learned that there is nothing to do. Nothing to effort for. I'm not writing to change anything. I'm writing to connect. Firstly, to connect with myself, confronting my mind's facade of apathy about everything, which only hides its fear of surrendering to deeper truth. And secondly, to connect with you, the invisible, mostly quiet reader... because we are neighbours. Made even more real when I realized this blog keeps track of the number of times my writing is viewed and from which countries (no more personal information than that is collected I assure you). Nine different countries connecting briefly, even if 'accidentally', in this one spot on Planet Earth.
Early NASA astronauts, after glimpsing the Earth from space tended to have one of two experiences upon returning home... they became either deeply spiritual/religious or they withdrew into alcohol or drugs. There is nothing ordinary going on here, on Earth.
Okay, time for sleep, perchance to awaken more enlightened by the symbols that await me in the dreamtime.
Blessings to all my fellow Earthlings. (~:
Edward
