20 March 2020

“You think that I am impoverishing myself withdrawing from men,

but in my solitude I have woven for myself a silken web or chrysalis,

and, nymph-like, shall ere long burst forth a more perfect creature,

fitted for a higher society.”

Henry David Thoreau





Without doubt, the understanding is that this is bio-warfare.  A weapon to kill; terrify the masses into complete locked down submission, duly instigating a financial meltdown so untenable, that it will ultimately, shift us into a cashless society, and what will be the complete enslavement of the human race, within one New World Order.


Hey, the future looks great!


Yet we’re here, living the great Corona Virus crazy.  Not one of us, unaffected by its consequences in some way.  My own angst, being that I’m stranded in England restricted from getting home to India.  Presently, staying in these ‘confined circumstances’ with a friend and her daughter. 


It is as it is, I’m a writer, I’ve spent most of my life in self-isolation.  Subsequently, apart from the deluge of fearmongering media, and the swirling sense of panic on my social-media feeds; I stand unaffected by the drama.  Albeit, a little flabbergasted by the gross self-righteousness of some, and the sad ignorance of others.  Yet, amidst everything being cancelled and closed, the whole world now under lockdown. Really, what we’re witnessing is a complete demonstration of power and how easy it is to control The People not with weapons, but fear.

Still, I’m conscious of something much more within all of this.  As witness to the panic, it’s easy to see, that in truth we are nations of souls hopelessly dislocated from the one fundamental truth; we live, we die.  Alas, to understand life, to truly live, we must accept death.  There is not one without the other.  Our human quest is to live rightly and die rightly, not one of us can wish for more than this. 


Yet, death remains a taboo subject, and because so few of us take the time to explore the idea, accept it as it is, we live in fear of it.  Yet, without death there would be no mystery to life.  Really, there is nothing more mysterious than death.  Yet without death, how can we know what life is, how can we know what love is? Love itself, as I understand it, is half love, half death.  Honestly, death is no enemy.


My father was killed in a car crash when I was fourteen.  Perhaps, I was lucky, it was tragic, yet within all the sad awfulness, the experience gifted me with something more.  The where abouts of death became a massive consideration for me, and with it my life was placed on a different path, the spiritual path.  Which is why today, I can accept death as a beautiful mystery, something to float towards, not fight against.


Yet, I’ve lived a very different life, near nothing conventional about it. So unlike that of the friend I’m staying with, who like so many of the global population, works for a massive conglomerate.  Her daily existence is seriously full on, responsible for hundreds of people, massive budgets and huge deals.  She clambers out of bed at six, showers, pulls on a suit, grabs a coffee as she puts on her war paint, and heads into corporate battle for a ten-hour day.   Comes home, has supper, spends a couple of worthy hours with her delicious daughter, and goes to bed.  Only to begin the whole process again, week in, week out, this is her life.  As it is, for millions, billions like her.


Still, over the last few days, she’s been working from home.  Don’t get me wrong, she’s an amazing woman, but a moment of enforced slow down, no hive of office banter, no longer in the thick of it…


As with all of us now under the restriction of ‘isolation and social distancing’ suddenly stuck at home.  This time to ourselves, the quiet stillness can become a cloak of discomfort, almost unknown, to many it has the capacity to be a little scary and unnerving.  Yet, what else can be expected, to a mind that lives, as so many do, on a constant roller coaster, ever running from one objective to the next deadline.  Without a second for 'the self.'  Therefore, when the roller coaster does eventually slow and stop, there is a moment of total disorientation, a type of physical and mental agitation, often difficult to deal with.


While the emotion might be described as lonely or stuck in one’s own skin.  The feelings remain real, but the intensity of frustration, the discomfort felt, remains only comparable to the level of individual healing needed.  Alas, the problem with the full-on lifestyle contemporary existence demands, is that we roll with the punches, never actually stopping for long enough to heal from them. 


Subsequently, the moment we stop, get off the roller coaster what remains emotionally unresolved begins to shift, begins to resurface, begging for attention.  It isn’t comfortable, healing hurts; far better to suppress all deluge of human emotion with sex, another drink or a joint, than, sit quietly and examine our feelings in depth?

It is as it is, an inability to feel comfortable in the solitude of own our company, is today, more common in society than ever before.  With TV, Social-Media, the constant presence of a mobile phone, or PlayStation, even in the time we are alone, now there’s always some distraction available to ‘keep us away from ourselves.’ 


Yet, none of us are doing ourselves any favours, whether we are conscious of it or not, if we don’t explore and resolve our emotional sadness’s and feelings of disease – they accumulate in the body, diminishing our natural energetic flow, duly affecting our overall well-being and in time manifesting as physical illness.  While this is the reason for ‘the medicine’ we know as meditation; the larger proportion of the Western world has never been given the spiritual education with which to comprehend the mind’s most simple requirement.  It is as it is, the mind is the most profoundly powerful machine, it doesn't need a therapist or a psychiatrist, it has all the answers, yet you can't just run and run it, and expect it to remain in good working condition.  We are sentient beings, deeply sensitive individuals, today, existing in a deeply insensitive world where insanity is everywhere.  Subsequently, in order to preserve our sanity, it remains imperative to turn the machine off occasionally, and without distraction, examine its more subtle workings, and quietly, witness it digest, reassess, align and heal itself.


Alas, if we don't, as is apparent by the fear presently gripping society.  The terror, all the out of control hysteria that someone might die, we may go bankrupt, our job could be taken away? Everyone burdening themselves with more and more fear, but none of it is valid, because life is not a mechanical process. It cannot be certain. It is an unpredictable mystery. Nobody knows what is going to happen next.  And, maybe, just maybe, if we were to stop and be still for a minute, allow our mind a second to catch up and let go of the fear, we'd recognise that in this very moment there is nothing to be scared of.  We're not dead, we haven't lost our job, we've still a little money in the bank, and who knows, but just maybe, something exquisitely beautiful is about to happen...

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