Friday, October 17, 2014

The saving of lives....

We are not born with a lack of respect for life, we are taught lack of respect.  We are not born drawing lines in the sand between ourselves and others, we are taught to recognize our differences and to distrust them rather than celebrate them.

Every single one of us alive on the planet today was born into a very conditioned society that identifies with various clicks, you are one color and everyone who isn't the same color as you is another color.  You are one set of beliefs and everyone else who isn't the same set of beliefs is another set of beliefs and is wrong, because of course you are right, after all your parents and your community told you so.

Of course that has changed to a degree today with the availability of learning about others in the world via the internet.  The younger generations are in many ways breaking free of the pack and learning more and more to encourage them to celebrate diversity.  However, we are still a very conditioned society of "us and them", A society that says pick a side, draw a line in the sand between yourself and others who oppose your views.  Be a democrat, be a republican, which sport team do you claim, are you for or against gay marriage, pro choice or pro life, rich or poor?  A society that says that in order for their to be a winner there must also be a loser.

This entry is not intended to debate the side you have chosen to identify with in any area of your own life, quite the contrary.  One of my continually evolving goals on this journey has been to make my soul work my best work.  This entry is simply to share with you what I have learned about myself in relationship to you and all life on this beautiful planet while embarking on this journey of self love.  I myself once identified as a democrat, a die hard Raiders fan, although I never really identified as being white, for now though you get the point and my identification with the color of my skin is a story all in it's own.  I most certainly identified myself as poor and drew more than a line between myself and people who had money, my line looked more like the grand canyon, haha.

I have come to terms with all of these former identifications of my own over the past three years traveling out here on this journey of self love.  As I have begun to remember who I am these identities have shed off me like a beautiful tree in the fall whose leaves change colors, are carried on the wind and rest on the ground to become a part of the earth from which they came.  Life recycled, from the beautiful planet that I like most of us grew up also drawing a line between.  Born into a conditioned society that believes itself separate from the earth itself.  Believes itself superior to the ground on which we walk and only sees the earth as our playground to do with as we will, to conquer for our own needs and desires.

My soul work is truly my best work for it has led me to a higher place of acceptance for us all, a place of going beyond acceptance and learning to celebrate us all as on our own perfectly designed paths.  I understand now that here on earth in order to experience anything we need to understand it in contrast with it's opposite.  For example, we would not understand up if there were no down, we could not know light if there were no dark.  Everything has an opposite in this reality.  It only makes sense that to understand ourselves--which is a deep need for us all--that we would use our differences as an indicator of who we are and who we are not.

The irony is that our need for both ends of the spectrum are completely discounted in respect.  We cling so desperately to our identities while in many cases wishing the opposite of our identity did not exist.  Not realizing that if that opposite did not exist we would have no opposing identity to cling to.  Could you imagine a world where darkness never existed, how would we know what light is?  What if everything were the color blue, we wouldn't even know that blue is blue if there were nothing to compare it to.  How much sense does it make to despise one thing, when without it you could not know another?

If there were no such thing as death how much value would we place on life?  This may not be the best example because this door swings both ways.  What I mean by that is that I have come to learn in doing my soul work and remembering who I am that we are all eternal beings, spirits having a human experience for the purpose of experiencing who we are.  I have also come to know that in order to know who we are, we most often have to travel directly through who we are not.  In our society we have been taught to mourn death, and ultimately to fear it.  Much like we fear anything that opposes our identity.  We all identify ourselves as alive and death is the biggest threat to that identity or so we think.  Really, isn't it our fear of death that keeps of from truly living?

In my own journey developing an equal respect for both life and death as a cycle has created a balance in me that has allowed me to live life more fully than ever before.  No longer fearing death has not given me less appreciation for life, in fact the opposite has occurred in me.  The belief that has grown in me that I am an eternal being, connected to all life as one beating heart that never ceases to beat, has grown my respect for all life.  As this understanding and respect has grown in me, even the smallest life has the greatest value to me.

As I sat reading in my papasan chair one day, I noticed an ant crawling on my left arm.  In the past my instinctual behavior would have been to squash that little guy.  After all he was crawling on me, invading my space, my body.  This day was different, I saw this ant as alive, living it's life and simply out on a journey to find food for it's community.  I just happened to be in his path.  So rather than smash him I offered him my right hand to climb onto and then placed him on the fence behind me to carry on, on his journey.  That felt good.  The ant was still alive and we both continued on with our day, unharmed.

Yesterday morning while I was making the best of Mercury retrograde and doing some closet cleaning and organizing my RV, I opened one of my bedroom closet doors to discover a rather impressive spider web spanning the entire width of the closet housed by none other than a rather large spider with a beautiful deep red diamond on it.  I closed the closet door.  I sat on my bed for a moment contemplating my options.  My goal was to organize the put away the rather large pile of items into the closet,.  My dilemma was the rather large and scary critter in my way.  In the past my feelings about spiders were that if you were in my house you were dead.  No way around it, I saw spiders as a threat and therefor justified myself in the killing of them.

I sat asking myself... Is the spiders life any less valuable than the ants?  Are the ant and the spider any less valuable than myself?  We are all alive, we are all on a journey of discovery.  I sat and asked myself one defining question... Who do I want to be in relationship to this experience?  A question I mindfully ask myself when faced with choices today. My desires are no longer satisfied by simply reaching my initial goals, my desires are most satisfied by who I am being while I am reaching my goals.  My goal yesterday morning was to organize my closets.  That spider interrupted my goal. And I could have left it at that, the spider is a threat to myself and to my goal and ended it's life with that justification alone.  However, at a deeper level I recognize that who I was being if I accepted that justification and killed the spider was fear, I was being fear.  I don't want to be fear anymore.  I want to be love.  And the choice was made.  My goal became to be love.

I sat on the bed contemplating how best to be love, the spider biting me was a realistic fear.  So I prayed for assistance, I asked for help in relocating the spider.  I asked for guidance for both me and for the spider so that it would know I intended it no harm.  Then I went to my kitchen cabinet and found a large container with a lid and bravely returned to the close and opened the door again.  He began to move and I felt fear rising up in me and decided to face that by talking out loud to the spider, in a calming voice intended more to calm me than him in retrospect. I wooed and cooed the spider as I worked to get him into the container without harming him and then quickly placed the lid safely on.   Relief became me and I was aware that I had successfully faced my fear and felt such love for both myself and the spider.  I carried the container outside to a nearby abandoned chicken coupe and released him, to find a new home and life out his life.  All the while talking to him and wishing him a good life.

At the end of the day some of you reading this may think this a trivial experience.  For me, it was amazing, life changing and helped me on my own journey of remembering who I am.  I say remembering because I believe that each of us, at a soul level are pure love, and value everything with love.  At the core of us we are not fear, we learn fear here, as it is the opposite of love and here on earth we use opposites to identify ourselves.  For me learning to value everything has brought me to this truth that everything besides love is a lie.  I have also come to understand that we are all one, not just us humans, but the planet and all her beautiful inhabitants created from the same source.  I believe that by saving a spiders life I put the energy of the saving of lives out into the one consciousness and in that 'small to some' act I am actually helping save the world.

Imagine, if we no longer feared our differences,
rather we celebrated them for without them we
would not know so many amazing things about
ourselves and our world
Could you imagine a world where we all valued life to such a degree that even an ant or spider had rights?  If we all valued the life of an ant would we not value it all?  I believe that the conditioning that we are above all other life on earth and even earth itself is the most disconnected identity we suffer from.  Our lack of understanding of the interconnection of all life here is capable of becoming the ending of all life, including our own.  It is time to rise up, rise above the ourselves, take an aerial view of the world we live in,   See ourselves in relationship to each other, our planet and all life that inhibits this planet.  We need each other, us and the planet need each other too.  The trees need us to breath, we need the trees to breath.  And every single animal and insect is connected to the survival of us all.

Somewhere in the past of each of our experiences, we told ourselves stories about who we are or who we have to be to survive.  Stories that actually have crippled us from living.  As I shared this spider story with my dear friend Barbara yesterday she reminded me of a story in one of John Robbins books, I love John Robbins by the way, he really rocks.  Anyways, the story was one about a pig farmer who John met on his own journey.  It is a great story that shows a powerful example of a past experience that shaped this pig farmers life and kept him from truly living at all.  Yeah, sure he survived, and we are conditioned to do just that, to survive, but to live is so much more.  To live is to define who we are, and to remember who we are at the core of us, we are love.  And when we do not love life, we are not living authentically.  I think you will like the story as much as I did.

I love you all from a place of seeing you in me and me in you, with no line in the sand between us.  I am excited about my own awakening and yours.  I see it happening all around me, maybe it is true that what we look for in ourselves we find in the world, wink.

One Love,
Lelania


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2 comments:

  1. Jo Jo you are truly a gifted writer and you are on a journey into the deep. Blessings on you and your journey.

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  2. he Starfish Story

    Guest Author - Deanna Joseph

    adapted from The Star Thrower
    by Loren Eiseley
    1907 - 1977

    Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

    One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

    As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.

    He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"

    The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."

    "I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.

    To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."

    Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"

    At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "I made a difference to that one!"

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