I would just like to say a big big thankyou to my followers and a big welcome to the recent new followers of this blog. Also thankyou for all your comments; it is always so lovely to open my emails and see you all there with your own posts and comments on mine…and to click on my flag counter and see where you all come from. Welcome to a new reader, my first one from Mongolia…so many miles away, such different cultures, yet we are all one, holy in our innermost core, the Beloved of God with infinite ways of expressing our diversity. I wonder what your life is like in all the places you live in; and thank God for the wonderful linking that the Internet gives us in making our world a global family where we can find each other in ways that our ancestors would never have been able to imagine.
Nowadays when our politicians globally seem to be hell-bent [literally] into shaping and moulding us into one bland, voiceless, reduced nihilism, it is heartening to see individuality, personality, and humanity shining through regardless of the limitations imposed on them, in fact in spite of them I would say. Our tide is turning, and our rising consciousness is casting off our chains . Our souls are beginning to soar above the old senses of being separated, and we are seeing each other in new radiant lights, and beginning to see each other as God sees us. This will empower us. We are liberating ourselves from rules, from false dictates, from controls and stepping lightly over oppositions and sanctions. We are beginning to glimpse that we are not alone, we are reaching out to each other…in these blogs…in our hearts… in real life and we are have common ground in knowing Love and knowing that everybody hurts and everybody crys sometimes; and what it is to be human. These times are bound to be a bit of a roller coaster ride for us all…we are opening to the Holy Heart of Love at an increased speed globally, and it makes us dizzy at times. Hold on tight! Humanity is in a hurry en- masse to heal our world and say to all regimes who destroy life, “Not In My Name.”
There is much pain in our world today. I see Syrian children, their eyes wide, huddled in caves, simply trying to survive the carnage and war that surrounds them and I see their parents, exhausted at their seemingly impossible task of sheltering and feeding their children. I see food queues in the United Kingdom, people’s sense of shame as they walk in to food banks and I see hunger and need around the world, in America, and in Europe as well as every country on this planet. I see people burdened with debt and Governments who are more in love with being in power than in being humane with their peoples’. I see despair, disillusion and deep anguish as the ordinary human being goes about his/her extraordinary business of living/surviving another day. But I also see Hope.
Hope is a beautiful and often seemingly irrational human emotion. We hold hope in our hearts; it is not a thing of the mind. Emily Dickson had this to say about it, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.” Our hearts are where our soul is most accessible to us. Our hearts are where we feel and connect and know the difference between what is right and wrong for us. It is the seat of our conscience, our Soul conscience.
Aristotle said that hope was a waking dream. We often put the words, “hopes and dreams” together because we know they are part and parcel of the same essence, the inexplicable human will to endure and go beyond what seems reasonably possible, the urge to rise up and believe in a future of which we will be a part even when the evidence around us appears so dark and maybe futile. It is hope that spurs people on to achieve feats beyond human strength when rescuing other humans from earthquake rubble, the hope that they will possibly save one just more human keeps them digging with their bare hands against all odds. And often they succeed. It is hope that sustains us when a loved one is ill and we wait to hear the doctor’s prognosis. It is hope that drives us to have children, that they will experience a better future, a better world, and hope that welcomes a new-born baby by its personal family as the potential of the global future. Indeed Carl Sangman said, “A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.” Hope was sometimes the only thing families during the two great wars of the C 20th had when they received telegrams saying that loved ones were missing in action, or that mothers held quietly in their hearts for sons away fighting at the fronts. Hope enables people to survive and walk again when others have said they will not. Hope is sometimes all we have that encourages us to carry on living. Hope is an active principle; and carries an energy that touches and affects others. Hope for life, when it is dashed, opens the floodgates of grief to enter and healing to begin.
Our human effects upon our planet and the creatures that share it with us are only now being understood for the complexity of our entwined relationships. We must remain hopeful that our understanding brings with it a mind change that will seek to honour all life from now on and learn how to co-inhabit this world with it.
I think the final word should go to Howard Zinn. “To be hopeful is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, and kindness. What we choose to emphasise in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places-and there are so many-where people behaved magnificently, this gives us energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvellous victory.”
Hope and hurting. Everybody hurts. Sometimes. Let us open our hearts in that compassionate experience to all who hurt at this time, wherever they may be, and offer them the light of hope.