Kether and COVID-19

For about seven weeks now I have had an assignment from my spiritual teacher and friend to meditate on joining with God, connecting all the way to Source and experiencing the potential, the divine spark of God in all. During my meditation I have felt an overwhelming bliss and connection. In a very primitive example, it is like imagining I am a spark, a tiny star in the great expanse and then I fall into a black hole and am pulled in with all the other stars to experience something far beyond human comprehension and words. It is swirling and merging with all, and beyond thoughts and words.

It is experiencing absolute nothing and everything simultaneously. It is like touching a power line which instead of electricity running through it is love and desire. This desire is to experience everything and also to be in Oneness. It is joining with God and seeing all as perfect.

Also, the past seven weeks, the world has been slowly spinning up into a frenzy of this thing called the Corona Virus, or COVID-19. This sense of Divine Union from my meditation is not a spigot where I can turn off the flow when I open my eyes and resume my day activities. Therefore, I have silently been developing a very different perspective on COVID-19.

I am like much of the world spending time at home instead of going on about daily activities like going to the pool for a swim or running on errands. Restaurants are now closed, but the last time I ate out about a week ago, I felt everyone around me was a little nervous to be eating there with others just a table away because the way the news had been describing the virus, the people at the next table could be infected. The weather has been mostly cold, windy, and rainy so even walks in the neighborhood are few and far between for me right now. There have been days where the only time I left the house was to put bird seed in the bird feeders.

I have been finding feeling gratitude for the virus. Please hear me out and don’t immediately throw rocks at me for speaking such heresy. The virus is getting people to talk and to connect. All the crazy doing-ness of activities, sports events, movies, and melodramas have shut down. Right now in this pause there is very little “doing” going on at all. It’s become a time of “being,” or more accurately said, “human being.”

I am observing for the first time in my life people all over the world being united on a single topic. I am noticing world leaders are talking with each other and sharing ways to stop the virus and also make the world a more loving place. It has been months since I have heard of wars breaking out in the Middle East in one of the usual hot spots.

It’s like we are all living on the edge of a beautiful lake with a few pieces of plastic floating on the top. But if you take a stick and jab at the pond, all the muck that was buried gets churned up and the whole pond suddenly looks unappealing.

Some leaders speak of draining the swamp, where creatures are visible when the sump pumps are turned on and the swamp is drained. I see it more that the trash deep within the lake needs to be scooped up and removed. Some of that trash just needs to be rinsed off lovingly as that trash was just caught in the system, like a fly caught in a spider’s web. I will write about this more in another post.

And, I am feeling gratitude for the trash itself. It is reminding me to remember how beautiful the lake is and to be mindful and love the lake.

I meditated on the many people behind the corona virus, and the ones in all aspects of society whom experience very little of the spark of Source within themselves. I don’t like to use the word dark ones, or illuminati, or cabal. Those whom have shut themselves off from Source’s love have just a tiny spark of light shining within them, like a tiny pilot light. So I have instead adopted the image that they are dim lights, or even dim bulbs!

I see world events now more from a perspective of love, with each playing a role during this great awakening drama. Many people would not have woken up if the actions were not so horrific, so vile. Humanity asked for a glass of cold water to be thrown on its collective face, but this has become much more the fire hose with the full blast going into our chest so that we can wash the film off our hearts and be compassionate towards others.

I am observing old systems begin to transform. Laws have been changed enabling medical doctors to contact their patients over the Internet through video conferencing technologies. I can imagine this becoming a permanent change, creating virtual “house calls” on many aspects of health care.

I see school changing, and the whole approach to education. The classic education components of reading, writing, spelling, math, history, geography, etc. could be taught distance learning style, for all grades. The brick and mortar school buildings could be transformed to be places of learning alternative things such as music, art, dance, theater, meditation, and thousands of fields that haven’t been invented or explored yet to help transform the world.

What if small children were asked what they would like to learn, instead of being forced through the same texts and exercises as if they were parts on an assembly line? What if a child showed interest in bugs at an early age was immersed into studying all about bugs? The youngest would draw bugs, shape them from clay, and just sit and talk to the bugs. Later, they would learn to take pictures, sing to the bugs, and develop creative stories about the bugs. That child could learn to see life from the bug’s perspective, and the interconnection of all life. The possibilities are endless with all the interests children have and their unique gifts.

What if the whole concept of sports could change, from one team beating the other in some way, or chasing a ball around a shape in the ground to be something unifying? For instance, a team of musicians could compete with others to see which team could be the most expressive in conveying compassion, or love, or joy, or whimsy in their music. The same could be done with paint, or textiles, or drama, or dance. These competitions would have the end result of helping uplift everyone. There would be no team of winners or losers, as though reinacting little battles.

I see the world shifting away from power over and power under, the haves and have nots, and a million other ways where we define who we are as being separate from others. I feel we have been given the opportunity now to experience greater unity. We are one people. We are one world. We are love.

I’m Back!

It’s been a while since I posted. It’s not that I just stepped away and got distracted, such as I get distracted when I go to a rock shop where they have mounds of thimble size tumbled rocks and a big sign to pick one. There, I will let the rocks flow through my fingers and pick up one, then drop it when I find another, then drop that one when I find another. The distraction with the tumbled rocks is one of delight and wonder. It’s hard to choose just one tumbled rock when they all are so beautiful.

I haven’t stepped away and forgotten. I have been working on a novel. At first, I just plunged in and started writing whatever came to mind and watching the plot unfold in my mind and then transcribing it into text. But I found after seventy five pages of details and hardly moving much into the adventure, my inner voice was saying, “Get on with it!” as if I was spending too much time examining each tumbled rock, holding it in my fingers up to the light and counting the speckles or stripes or other markings, and forgetting that I was just stopping momentarily at the rock shop and it really wasn’t part of the plot.

I digress. I like the distractions of picking up rocks, or watching cloud formations, or feeling the water from my shower head rain down on me in a delicious warm waterfall.

I am back now. I discovered I am really exploring two parallel tracks at once. One is to continue developing the novel with themes of forgiveness and healing and freedom without a blood bath of the oppressed fighting the oppressor which just continues a karmic wheel of good guys vs. bad guys. It’s complicated. The “bad guys” don’t feel they are the bad guys after all. Both sides feel they are good guys. So I want to explore a story from several perspectives. At some point I will share that story. There is much to share already with each of the major characters I am beginning to form in my mind and on paper. It’s exciting because I can watch the plot unfold in my imagination before me like a movie and I am just taking dictation on what I see, hear, feel, and experience within the story.

The other track is I am embarking on studying in a mystery school. As I understand it, it is called a mystery because it is about making things unknown to become known. I feel like I have a heavy, used magnifying glass in my hand and I’m studying crevices and changes in the air for clues to this mystery. It’s really an internal journey to know myself and know God who is within me.

The law of reflection

I wonder about the law of reflection. You know, you are in a grumpy mood and then the rest of the day you feel like everyone around you is impatient, cutting you off in traffic or yelling or simply being mean. Fortunately, I rarely have such days. I used to think it was my being an optimist.

I tend to see the good side of everything. Burning my toast in the morning perhaps meant that I wasn’t supposed to have the carbs of bread that day. Getting caught on errands in a downpour meant I was supposed to enjoy the smell of the rain and wait for the downpour to let up before venturing back to my car and driving home.

I wonder though if there really is something to the universal law of reflection. That law states that anything you put out into the universe will reflect back to you. If you are in fear that something bad will happen to you that day, you are literally pleading with everyone to do something to you for you to be fearful about.

I used to live in Baltimore Maryland. It has been in the news lately of being one of the most violent, crime ridden cities in the United States. Multiple times a day I heard the wailing siren of police cars as they sped down the street near my home. Several times a year I would hear a police helicopter overhead as one of the nearby businesses had been robbed yet again.

My next door neighbors had a burglar alarm system and a little sign in their front yard telling the world that they were protected. We did not. I never feared at all the fourteen years we lived there that we would ever be robbed. I would imagine our house was sometimes invisible to robbers and they would never even think to break into our house. I would sit on my back porch and gaze out into my lovely flower garden I had planted and feel I was in a peaceful, safe, beautiful oasis. Our home was never broken into. Our next door neighbors though with their fears of being robbed had that happen, and more than once.

I don’t think it was about being lucky or unlucky. It was all about energy. While I sent out thoughts and feelings that the world was beautiful and safe, my neighbor sent out thoughts that living in the city was a bad idea. My neighbors attracted a group of young men to come and rob them. They had to see our house when they decided which house to break into and the energy surrounding my house had to somehow repulse them like bug spray is to mosquitoes.

I am noticing this law of reflection works beyond human interactions. Last week I was in the mood to make lovely summer sandwiches with fresh mozzarella, basil, tomatoes, and a balsamic vinegar. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, the temperature was beautiful, and there was low humidity. I went into the store and ever single item I had on my grocery list was on sale. I had a perfect sandwich on a perfect day!

No wonder I stopped watching national news several years ago. It was full of fearful items with killings, wars, domestic violence, and other not so nice things. I also don’t like horror movies or violent movies or those with lots of fear and suspense making your heart pound and hands sweat. I don’t invite those things into my life. I choose love.

Some people might say I live in a fantasy world and to just accept that violence, hatred, and fear are all around. However, I see sadness and separation in much of that. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the robber being a little three year old having his toys yanked away from him, leaving him crying. I can imagine the abuser being a little child and being hit by an adult until they were bruised and bleeding. I’m not saying the abused became the abuser any more than an acorn can become a telephone pole some day. There is potential but not an absolute that it will happen.

So I imagine when I go on vacation, that the weather will be perfect. Divinely perfect. On one vacation, it rained the whole time with a cold sort of rain where the best thing to do was wrap yourself up in a blanket and sit by a fireplace. I was staying at a Bed and Breakfast that indeed had a huge fireplace with a welcome fire going all day as the rain pelted the windows. Being there, inside, near the fire with unlimited hot teas or coffees all day was perfect. On another vacation, I stayed in a cabin on a Lake Heron. The weather was perfect, whether it be windy enough to cause waves to crash on the rocky beach or mild and sunny to watch hummingbirds flit in and out of a bright red feeder on the porch overlooking the lake. I have to believe because I was with peace with the world and expected a beautiful vacation, all would be well. And it was. The weather and entire experience reflected the joy and peace I was feeling. The law of reflection is for real.