Can an Age of Irony become an Era of Possibility? #politcalclimate #climatechange

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We are living in an Age of Irony. It feels particularly poignant here in the US, but I know the climate of surrealism and juxtaposition pervades our global landscape. In a quest for individual gains, we trade facts for the fictions we choose to believe, and there is nothing to stop us. Instead, there is an ever-growing trend to throw out rationality and logic and adhere to the inane. Madness has become acceptable. Anything to avoid seeing the stark reality that spreads before us.

The destitute fall for the false rhetoric of the oligarchs who lavish each other with riches and laugh at those who bow in reverence. Fools fall prey to the belief that the riches will fall upon them too. Our shared Mother spreads her fury across our over-populated lands while those who stand upon the pulpits of power preach for uncheck birth. Caring not for the children who spread across Her aching body, we continue to believe that She will hold us dear. How foolish we are to believe what we choose to see, blindly looking through the obvious, disregarding balance.

When Monday arrives, I will be in mourning on a day of ultimate irony. Flags flying at half-mast to honor the humble kindness of a good man while a criminal delights in his power. Power over a land stolen through rape and plunder. How fitting and ironic on this day that we also honor the black King whose eloquent voice soared across the land in notes of freedom and equality. Who encouraged joined hands, and not raised fits. Much like Carter who now rests, no doubt, with woe.

But like with every era, possibility is always present. It is the force that drives uncheck chaos, but also the seeking of harmony. I have to believe that underneath this maddening thunderous thirst for power, unity will be there to hold its collapse, unfolding as it will into a quest for common ground. I have to believe this because, despite the vast sea of differences we choose to reach for, we are each seeking the same haven of solace. We are each seeking a more comfortable place to call home.

I have to believe in our common ground.

Surrender

surrender

The concept of surrender keeps appearing to me, during my days and nights. It comes cloaked in the words of my friends; it creeps into dreams on the back of nightmares; it shows up in the mirror.

My energy healer brought surrender to my attention recently, citing her own struggles, while gently nudging me to recognize mine own. Over the past week the call of surrender has appeared in myriad forms, making me aware of how universal its voice is.

When I explore the idea of surrender, I think about what binds us. Surrender, quite simply, is the opposite of resistance. Consider the pull of gravity as you climb a hill; consider the push of oars as you paddle your canoe against a strong river current; consider the tug of a child wanting to run free of your clutch.

What does it feel like to resist? What does it feel like to let go? What are you holding onto? I find what I am holding onto each night in my dreams. Here I struggle to let go of my fears, and some nights I experience the bliss of letting go.

We resist out of fear, and the impulse to control our fate and the fate of circumstance that are ultimately beyond our control. Resistance creates knots is our stomachs, our shoulders, and our necks. It quite literally traps the flow of our energy centers, densely packing pockets that bind. Resistance creates imbalance both internally and externally. The flow of energy inside of us is impeded, as well as the energy that we give and receive externally – that beautiful state of balance our souls seek to achieve with the universal flow of energy.

Consider the effects of letting go – of surrendering as you go about the day – and notice what is causing you to constrict the easy flow of your energy. Perhaps your trigger will be a misplaced phone, being late for a meeting, a beautiful home you see in a magazine, a jar of pickles that you are sure you purchased, but never made their way into your pantry, or the feeling of illness trying to manifest itself inside your cells.

What is it like to experience your triggers of resistance? How do they make you feel? When I think of the opposite of resistance – surrender, I see an eagle or a hawk soaring with the currents of wind; I think of a leaf, floating gently down a stream; I think of a healthy, radiant, balanced body. For me these are images of absolute freedom, and represent the beautiful, natural flow of energy.

Many spiritual leaders are calling our attention to the surge of flu outbreaks and other widespread illnesses that our occurring right now, as a reminder of what we are individually and collectively holding onto. For, when we let our fears bind us to tightly, we make an easy host to illness. Now, more than ever, as we seek to move into higher frequencies of existence, we are being nudged (sometimes not too gently), to let go of resistance. It all, of course, comes down to fear, and sometimes it’s so deep-seated we don’t know where to begin to untie its cords. Yet, with each snip of release – each surrender to what is beyond our “control” – we move closer to a state of peace and freedom. We move closer to the harmonic frequency of love.

For a wonderful (and soothing) example of the harmonious flow of energy, please watch this Bird Ballet video:
http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2013/01/bird-ballet-thousands-of-birds-dance-in-the-sky/