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Welcome! Just like Raw Food, just like Twitter, there are many new creations sweeping the world. I am one of them. So is this blog. So - I’m wagering - are you. As the world changes, we discover ourselves more deeply and a new, more personalized spirituality emerges. The new spirituality may or may not involve a church, a mosque, a synagogue, or even a yoga studio. What it does do is ignite the creative spark within. It inspires us to move in large and small ways into new territory. This territory is more loving, authentic, expansive, and innovative. This blog is devoted to an exploration and celebration of this new spirituality, its promise and the rejuvenation it brings.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

DETOUR: An Apology: What we Can Learn from the Earthquake in Japan

(See next posts for rest of “Don’t Hang Up: Leaving a Message at the Cell Phone Store”)


As I watch the Earth in what appears to be her increasing ability to let loose all manner of natural disaster, I notice that as time progresses these disasters have taken a higher toll on human survival and quality of life.  Importantly, these natural disasters carry environmental and economic consequences that are both devastating and seem, for lack of a better word, calculated to achieve a global impact.  In other words, it would appear that forces beyond our control are upping the ante and the situation is intensifying.  Within this intensification a pattern emerges.

What are the components of this pattern?  One component of the pattern is that environmental upheaval seems to highlight unresolved historical or cultural issues.  For instance, with respect to hurricane Katrina in the United States, unresolved issues of racial inequality, the cruelty of poverty as well as government duties that were not fulfilled came to light as it was discovered that levies had not been properly maintained, poorer neighborhoods were harder hit and took longer to rebuild, and that people not able to flee New Orleans, primarily poor, African-Americans, were - instead of being rescued - entrapped without adequate food, water, and protection.

In this most recent Earthquake, Japan appears to be confronting an historical or even karmic relationship with energy and power, or more specifically, radiation as a by-product of humanity’s collective need to generate power sufficient to build what we can envision but cannot, by the labor of our hands alone, accomplish.  Energetically and karmically, the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in World War II foreshadowed the current threat of core meltdown.  Humanity to a large extent remains emotionally, mentally, morally, and environmentally unresolved as to the role of nuclear and atomic power.  Where deep conflict remains unresolved, challenges will eventually come.  Japan, in particular, seems to be carrying a large share of this unresolved energetic burden.

In World War II, as with the recent earthquake and tsunami, Japan sustained most of the damage and heartache.  If karmic patterns remain true – and they typically do - as with events in WWII, the United States will also be permanently impacted.  On the Western Coast of the United States there have been a handful of deaths due to high waves caused by the tsunami generated by the quake in Japan.  Moreover, if the meltdown in Japan is not averted, the United States will likely be negatively affected.  While there will be many, many global impacts flowing from the quake, there is also an opportunity for the United States and Japan to come to resolution over issues we have for the most part refused to confront directly.

It is worth noting that years back, in response to a direct request by the nation of Japan, the United States refused to apologize for the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II.  Last week, as waves emboldened by the tsunami washed up on the shores of the western United States, I could not help but recall our refusal to apologize and to take responsibility for reaping unnecessary destruction.  As most of us know from personal experience, unresolved emotional wounds can have a cumulative effect, leading to outcomes both unpleasant and unexpected.  I cannot help but wonder, if the United States had been more humble in its approach, would things be different?  This is not to suggest that an apology would have stopped the earthquake.  My point is more subtle.  Humility and compassion, apologies and acknowledgement, are powerful medicine.  When authentic, they can make the difference between whether we become hard and rigid, or soft and pliable, between whether humanity will drive itself to and then past the brink of destruction or will get past its defenses long enough to make another choice.

So for my part, I wish to exercise the freedom of speech guaranteed under the U.S. Constitution and, as an American citizen, apologize to Japan.  Here goes and I am sorry that I am only able to give this apology in English:

To the people of Japan:

As a child, I studied the impact of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on your country and my heart went out to you.  At the time I did not think it was fair and I still do not think it was fair that my country took this action against you.  

Using an atomic bomb in response to attacks on Pearl Harbor and the deaths that occurred there seems an abuse of power designed just as much to cripple you and to assert our dominance as to defend our safety and for this reason the bombing was not legitimate.  Many, many more people, including civilians, women and children, were killed by the atomic bombs dropped on Japan than died in Pearl Harbor (compare roughly a quarter million dead in Japan vs. roughly 2500 as a result of Pearl Harbor).  Injuries inflicted by the atomic bomb were uniquely gruesome.  Dehumanizing deaths occurred over a longer period of time.  For months following the bombings, Japanese citizens died, within debilitated medical systems, from radiation poisoning and burns.  Let’s not forget that history bears out that many different racial, ethnic, and religious groups have experienced extraordinary violence at the hands of the United States.  

I am saddened that my country retaliated viciously.  I am sorry that we acted not simply to protect or even to win a war, but to incapacitate the hearts of a nation.  I am saddened that we abused both our power and the strength of the atomic bomb.  Please accept this heartfelt apology.
               

Then one day, while waiting for a BART train, I asked (though I did not know who I asked): “Will the United States fall and if so, how?”  The answer came in images of buildings caving in, raging waters, and dollars bills.  The message was that collapse would be caused by a combination economic, environmental and political events.  The message was that when the creative energies of the Earth and humanity are exploited – used in ways that ultimately harm the Earth and humanity - balance is sacrificed and survival is jeopardized.

In the last 15 years my focus has shifted from the predicted longevity of empires (who will win, who will be proven right, who should control).  Today’s questions are: What must humanity do to thrive? How can we create the social, economic and environmental fairness necessary for balance?  How can we find the balance necessary for survival?

What I did not see as I listened to answers in the BART station that day was that as the collapse took hold, humanity would overlook the Earth as a player in climate change.  Missing from today's dialogue on mainstream new stations is an acknowledgement that the Earth is a conscious being with feelings, desires and intentions.  We have failed to notice that the Earth makes decisions, takes action and has a partnership with the spirit world whose influence on humanity is also intensifying at this time.  Moreover, the idea that through these changes God is taking revenge on humanity is limiting.   Outdated images of God – for instance, God as the enraged father bent on punishment - prevent us from grappling with the full scope of our situation.  As a result, it has become necessary for higher forces to step in.  It has become necessary to create events that force humanity to make different choices and to find balance.

For the record, I do not imagine the AIDS epidemic as divine retribution for homosexuality.  Neither was the economic downturn caused by increased support for same sex partnerships.  God is a loving.  Thus, change seeks the balance required to support life.  This balance must be achieved even if the systems upon which humans rely are disrupted; these systems perpetuate an imbalanced relationship with Earth.  This means that events do not flow from the hand of a wrathful God.  These changes are part of a complex system of Divine energies and intentions.  The gradual intensification of events provides opportunities to join forces with this process of change.

Fifteen years ago, when I asked this question in the BART station, I did not understand that I was in dialogue with spiritual forces.  I did not see that my life was undergoing irreversible changes.  By the same token, many will lack the inspiration to communicate with the Earth and to take her desires into account.  However, those of us who are willing can start a dialogue.  We can begin to think of ourselves as want to both save the Earth and become her partners.  We can begin to treat her like the communicative, intelligent, sentient being she is.  We can begin to acknowledge our ability also to partner in change with higher forces.

From this place of acknowledgment, communication and willingness, partnership with the Earth, humanity, and the Divine will follow.  From this point we will begin to turn the tide and make a new choice.  In this way, each of us can make a tremendous difference.  It is not too late.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Messages From Angels - Don't Hang Up: Leaving a Message at the Cell Phone Store (continued)

Messages from Angels
I followed the employee to the corner of the store where she rummaged in a drawer. She had found a charger that matched my phone. 

“I’d like to test it,” I said, “to make sure the problem is with the charger.”


She looked around her to make sure no was watching.  As if handling contraband she fumbled to get the charger out of the box, then cupped it in her hand and held it close to her midsection.  She looked for an outlet to test the phone and assembled the charger for testing.  As I stood next to her, I both heard and saw words form in my mind. The spirits were talking to me. The message for this young woman: “Go back to school!”

I could see that the employee and I had been placed in a situation that would allow us to connect and discuss the message.  Now came the tricky part.  I needed to introduce myself to this woman, a stranger to me.  I needed to tell her that I had a message for her and get her to listen.  This part always makes me a little nervous because it flies in the face of social convention.  In some circles it is considered rude or eccentric to, one, initiate personal conversations with strangers – our hidden suffering is an intimate subject - and two, announce that Angels are talking to me, both of which I was getting ready to do with this young woman! 

At yet, the way the messages play out confirm for me that I am in the company of Angels.  This confirmation helps me overcome any shyness.  In each case, the timing is perfect.  In each case, the messages are directly relevant to a challenge or issue in the person’s life.  This has been true even in situations, as with this young woman, where I have no prior knowledge about the person.  In each case, the messagee, though a stranger to me, has been receptive, positive and even grateful.  In fact, I have found that in a society, like ours, where we are increasingly separate from one another, the act of talking deeply with others is a form of nourishment. 

The young woman and I leaned over the phone, now plugged into an outlet, and watched the little blue bars turn from white to blue to white as the battery charged.  Now it was time to pay for my new charger. The young woman told me that if I was going to pay we would have to be discreet so as not to upset the other customers. “I just don’t want to get in trouble with them,” she said repeatedly. Desperate to avoid any more confrontations with angry customers she suggested: “Are you sure you don’t want to just let the phone charge until your waiting time is up and then come back for your phone?” 

I changed the subject. “I’m sorry. I have to say something. I don’t know you and this is going to sound strange but a few years back I had a spiritual awakening and now I sometimes get messages for people. I have one for you. Are you interested in hearing it?” 

I had gotten her attention. She turned and faced me. “Yes,” she replied in the same steady voice. 

“Have you ever considered going back to school?” 

It took her a moment to answer.  She cast her eyes to the ground and said shyly, “I’ve thought about it a lot.”

I did not let her say much else. Although I wanted to hear her response I felt the need to hurry. “Well, they are saying that it would help you if you went back to school.  You are smart and you have something creative that you can do to help people. It’s important. It may seem too expensive but it’s safe to make the investment.” The emotion in this issue was strong and I felt its urgency. My voice began to crack. Tears welled up in my eyes.  

(for more of the story, see next post)

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Street Ministry - Don’t Hang Up: Leaving a Message at the Cell Phone Store

Messages from Angels
 Over the holiday my cell phone charger finally died. No amount of plugging it into different outlets or jostling the cord would bring it back to life. My sister drove me to a cell phone store near Lake Merritt in Oakland, CA to buy a new charger. 

At the front door a female employee holding what looked like electronic clipboards greeted me. She input my name and the reason for my visit into the hand held databases. About 15 customers stood or sat idle around the big room. The scene was strangely muted as if someone had turned down the volume on the bustle and sense of purpose humanity might normally bring to commerce. 

“Ma’am, it’ll be at least one hour before you’ll be helped,” a young woman with a soft, steady voice said. 

“Oh. I only want to pick up a charger,” I replied, “If you can tell me where they are I can get it myself and then just pay for it.”  I looked around. The store was very clean, almost sterile.  Walls painted in primary colors rose from a blue carpet.  Gadgets, cables and other inventory I did not recognized lined the walls in neat though sparse rows.  I did not see any chargers.

“Ma’am, even if we find you a charger, you’ll still have to wait the hour before paying.”  

I looked the employee in the face and noticed that her eyes were as soft and steady as her voice and that they were determined as well.  

“What? You mean I can’t just pick out what I need and buy it?” I questioned, “This is a store, right?”

The employee gestured toward seven or eight customers waiting on a bench at the back of the store.  Some held bags of merchandise purchased from other stores. One customer hugged a white plastic shopping bag to her body as if it were a small child resting on her lap.  Some fidgeted.  Others whispered briefly to one another and searched the store with their eyes.  “Some of these people have two hour wait times,” said the young woman, “I can’t take you out of turn.” 

Confused, I again looked around. In addition to the 15 or so customers there were 5 or 6 employees.  I did not understand why these employees could not help us more quickly or why the young woman assigned me a one hour wait time when my purchase would take only 10 minutes.  In fact, in the time it had taken to input my information into the electronic clipboard and explain to me why I would not be allowed to simply buy a charger, I could have been finished my planned transaction.  I wondered what services the other customers had requested that had brought them two-, rather than one-, hour assigned wait times.

One of the ways the spirit world communicates with us is through our thoughts and feelings. At this moment, I registered sadness, resignation, frustration, and of the death of the spirit – what comes with being a human being working day after day in a system designed for machines by machines as if it would be better if we too became machines, entities without a creative impulse beyond that which serves our maker. These thoughts and feelings were at once individual and universal.  They described the situation of the young woman and at the same time, the consequences for all surviving in similar situations.

As I pondered these thoughts and feelings, I felt something shift in the space between my eyes and my perception changed. The store took on a surreal quality.  The walls, the inventory, the counters, the employees and customers became shrouded in gray.  The employees seemed to move via pre-established routes, as if on feet welded to rails set into the floor, grooves that had over time had become ruts.  

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my sister, who had been standing beside me, hands stuffed in the pockets of her coat, turn abruptly and walk away as if to leave.  As she moved toward the door of the store, I whispered, “Is this real?”

(for more, see next post)