These are Sacred Times

Dear Readers: I came across this post recently and it resonated with me. Helped to put this world in a different perspective. And so, I thought I would share it with you.

Sending much love to you all. Be well and continue to live in the light. You are needed!

Celine

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What if the Virus is the Medicine?

By Jonathan Hadas Edwards & Julia Hartsell

The emerging pandemic is already a watershed of the early 21st century: things won’t ever be the same. Yet for all that the havoc that the virus is wreaking, directly and indirectly, it may also be part of the bitter medicine the global body needs.

How could adding another crisis to an already crisis-ridden planet possibly be medicinal?

Before we explore that question, we want to be clear: our intent is not to downplay the severity or minimize the importance of lives lost to this disease. Behind the mortality figures lie very real pain and grief, and these numbers, often discussed so casually, are personal, representing the potential loss of our parents, elders, teachers, dance companions, grandmothers or immune-compromised friends. Already, our hearts are breaking for the physical distance with our aging parents until we know if we’re infected. There’s not only a risk of losing beloveds in this time, but having to do so from afar. Our hearts are breaking for those who may die or suffer alone, without the touch of their loved ones. We honor death as a sacred passage, but we do not minimize death, suffering or sickness in the slightest. We pray that each one who transitions from this virus (as from the many other deadly diseases, accidents, overdoses, murders, suicides, mass shootings, and on and on) be met with on the other side by unexpected blessing, connection, peace.

Neither are the economic implications to be taken lightly. Many in this country have already seen massive impact, and the recession has only begun. As always, those closest to the edge will be hit hardest. For some, a month sequestered in beauty could be a vacation. Others have a few months before financial panic sets in. And for others living paycheck to paycheck or gig to gig, there is a great immediacy of struggle. The economic ‘side effects’ of this coronavirus could be catastrophic.

And yet.

For many in our world, the pre-coronavirus status quo was already catastrophic. Many are facing an imminent end to their world–indeed, for many species and many peoples, the world has already ended. We are in the midst of a crisis of unprecedented magnitude: the choice for humanity is change or die. No one said change would be easy. (Neither is dying.) And incremental change is not enough. It will take radical change to shift our current, calamitous trajectory away from massive environmental devastation, famine, energy crises, war & refugee crises, increasingly authoritarian regimes and escalating inequalities.

The world we know is dying. What is unsustainable cannot persist, by definition, and we are starting to see this play out.

What hope is there, then? There is the hope that breakdown will become, or coexist with, breakthrough. There is the hope that what is dying is the caterpillar of immature humanity in order that the metamorphosis yields a stunning emergence. That whatever survives this collective initiation process will be truer, more heart-connected, resilient and generative.

We are entering the chrysalis. There’s no instruction manual for what happens next. But we can learn some things from observing nature (thank you Megan Toben for some of this biological info). For one thing, the chrysalis stage is preceded by a feeding frenzy in which the caterpillar massively overconsumes (sound familiar? We’ve been there for decades). Then its tissues melt into a virtually undifferentiated goo. What remain separate are so-called imaginal cells, which link together and become the template from which the goo reorganizes itself into a butterfly. Does the caterpillar overconsume strategically, or out of blind instinct? Does it know what’s coming and trust in the process, or does it feel like it’s dying? We don’t know. It’s natural to resist radical, painful change. But ultimately there’s little choice but to surrender to it. We can practice welcoming the circumstances that force us away from dysfunctional old patterns, be they economic or personal. We have that opportunity now.

Let’s return to a crucial word, initiation. On an individual level, initiations are those processes or rituals by which one reaches a new state of being and corresponding social status: from girl to woman, from layperson to clergy, and so on. Initiations can be deliberate or spontaneous, as in the case of the archetypal shamanic initiation, which comes by way of a healing crisis. To paraphrase Michael Meade, initiations are events that pull us deeper into life than we would otherwise go. They vary widely from culture to culture and individual to individual, but two characteristics they share are intensity and transformation. They bring us face to face with life and with death; they always involve an element of dying or shedding so that the new can be born.

Most all of us have undergone initiations of one sort of another, from the death of a parent to the birth of a child. Many have experienced initiation in the form of a crisis or trial by fire. Those of us who have gone through more deliberate, ritualized forms of initiation can state unequivocally: the process is not fun, comfortable or predictable. You may well feel like you’re going nuts. You may not know who you are anymore. You don’t get to choose which parts of you die, or even to know ahead of time. One of the overriding feelings is of uncertainty: you don’t know where you’re going, only that there’s no going back. And there’s no way of knowing how long the transformation will take. It can help to remember that the initiatory chrysalis phase is a sacred time, set apart from normal life.That it has its own demands and its own logic. That it cannot be rushed, only surrendered to. That it may be painful, but also, ultimately, healing.

Imagine what happens when an entire society finds itself in the midst of a critical initiation. Except you don’t have to imagine: it’s already happening, or starting to. It looks like chaos, a meltdown. We’re in a moment of collective, global-level crisis and uncertainty that has little precedent in living memory. The economic machine–the source of our financial needs and also a system that profits from disease, divorce, crime and tragedy–is faced with a dramatic slow-down. We are all facing the cessation of non-essential activities. There is opportunity here, if we claim it.

This is a sacred time.

However, unlike a traditional rite of passage ceremony, there’s no priest or elder with wisdom born of experience holding the ritual container, tracking everything seen and unseen. Instead, all at once there are millions of personal quests inside one enormous initiatory chrysalis. And yet, look closely: amid the goo, you may start to notice imaginal cells appearing. Pockets of people who are aligned with something they may not fully understand, in receipt of a vision or pieces of one, beaming out their signal to say: let’s try something different.

This is an opportunity to loosen our grip on old and familiar ways. Those ways worked for as long as they did, and they got us here, for better and for worse. They seem unlikely to carry us much further. What if we’re instead being asked to feel our way forward, from the heart, without benefit of certainty–which, when concentrated, quickly becomes toxic? No one has all the answers in this or any other time. Right now the questions may be more valuable.

What if we honor this time with sacred respect?

What if we take the time to listen for the boundaries and limits of our Earth mother?

What is truly important?

How can we receive the bitter medicine of the moment deep into our cells and let it align us with latent possibility?

How can we, with the support of the unseen, serve as midwives to all that is dying here and all that is being born?

With these questions resounding, let us   s l o w d o w n and listen. For echo back from the unseen, for whisperings from the depths of our souls and from the heart of the mystery that–no less so in times of crisis–embraces us all.

https://www.heartwardsanctuary.org/post/what-if-the-virus-is-the-medicine

Let Your Heart Lead You

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Can you open your heart

And allow its wisdom to flow?

It is where your connection to Source lies

Follow where it leads you

And walk in tandem with the Divine.

Dear One, can you turn off that mind of yours and allow your heart to speak in its gentle voice, to lead you forward? It does not shout, it does not judge, it does not cause self-doubt. Your heart speaks softly, in a whisper, in those quiet moments when you take a breath, a pause from your hectic life.

Enter the silence and allow it to lead you forward with grace and with love. Do not listen to the loud and boisterous, for often they are incited by Ego, who continues to see separation between all. Listen instead to the calming quiet space ever present in your day. It is just a breath away from the outer chaos that surrounds so many here upon this plane.

Your heart has much wisdom to share if you listen. It carries a torch of love for you to hold high as you take your next step, your next breath; as you choose how you will move through your day. That flame is your flame, your signature glow, that shines eternal, yes, even amidst times of doubt and uncertainty. It is your connection with the Divine. The spark of love, your Essence, created by the Divine, lives within your heart.

Your mind is a tool to help you to move through this world. It gives you the physical answers to your curiosity about this physical world. But listening to it alone will lead you astray. It may lead you to doors that can only be opened with the keys of your heart, in order to discover the truth of existence. When you reach an impasse, seek the answers from your heart, not your mind.

For the workings of your mind can only take you so far. To continue on your path, you require the wisdom which sits in your heart. How often have you spun your wheels, thinking and re-thinking about an incident or a personal challenge? By looking into your heart you will see where the next step lies. Perhaps self-forgiveness is required rather than remembrance of what you see as a ‘wrong’ action.

The joy you seek is within your heart, not your mind. The mind allows you to move through this world as a functioning human vessel. But your heart allows you to feel the joy of this physical human existence. Allow yourself to feel that joy of being with a loved one, of being in a place of beauty and peace. Allow that joy to permeate throughout your entire physical frame.

You were meant to live a life of joy even as you learned the lessons you came here to learn. Do not allow your mind to entrap you in the past or in the future. Instead, allow your heart to help you feel the joy of this very moment of existence. For in this very moment you are complete, you are loved and you are a Divine being.

Drop the weight of shame, of regret or worry. Give it to Us to incinerate in the flame of love. You no longer need this weight, as it is your time to shine, to soar and to share the joy of existence with the seen and the unseen world around you.

For We are here always, whether or not you see Us, We are here. And the best way to connect is through your heart. Allow it to open, even if those hinges are covered with rust, let Us join you in this sacred journey back to the Source.

Dear One, you are sacred.

You are a Divine being.

And you are loved unconditionally.

Allow Us to show you how to be your authentic self.

The One We know intimately and completely.

We will show you how to love if you have forgotten.

It begins with you. Take that step forward and begin to see who you truly are.

Dear One With All of Thee.