TO BE WILLING
In response to a series of commentaries on FB regarding the international political scenario, an old friend said something that put a brief halt to all our speculation. He asked, “Am I willing to do what it takes to let go of what isn’t right?”
Am I willing…?
Is it that simple?
Imagine a civilization that is based on equality at all levels. Where care and fairness reign. Where people know how to be with one another, fully, and truly share. Where all living things are honored. Where there is dialogue, and beyond verbal clarity there is understanding. Where there is no separation between personality and spirit. Where everyone is powerful and there are no control issues. Instead there is spontaneity and naturalness. This is a place where grievances are righted by education and joint effort, and where everyone feels responsible because everyone is sensitive to one another and to the environment.
The words “love” and “light” are wholly unnecessary.
Where could this be? Is it an ancient tribe somewhere, forgotten by the modern world, a fairy tale, or an imaginary community? Maybe it truly existed and there is no written record. In such a place the focus would be on being whole, not on exerting power, on remembering, rather than on being remarkable and remembered.
We think that life is only possible in our bodies, and yet life is also happening inside of us and around us in levels of memory and imagination, with projects of all sorts, where plans and insights occur simultaneously. Does anyone record these activities? Can we say they are fantasy? How much of it is fabricated by us, elaborated to feed our desires or to justify our actions? How much of it is flashes of insight and perception, a tenuous activity that is actually going on?
Nobody can say what is real or unreal. Can we “will” ourselves to change the course of life? Where is the link between imagination and reality? What holds a world together?
Parallel realities are a constant shadow life within and around every individual. Much of it is intentionally produced, compulsive even, accidental, or motivated by fear and need. Some of it is fanciful, a necessary respite in a boisterous world. And some of it is precious memory stored up in the psyche of humanity. We dream, and our dreams are no different from those who dreamt in the past, and theirs too might have been memories of what once was. Something holds it all together.
It is easy to imagine an idyllic way of life, but difficult to lead. Many models have been put forth, invariably failing, reverting to aggressive methods of imposition, subtle forms of shame or guilting, and violation of privacy or choice. What would life be like without rulers, without the use of force, without shame or blame, without hatred, demons, or cruelty? Would we be able to maintain dignity and integrity, individuality and privacy without losing human contact and understanding, maintaining differences without obsessively constructing shades of meaning that extend as far as the darkest imagination? Can we imagine living all the emotions and possibilities that being human offers us, without conflict? Can we conceive of relationships and birthing, death and loss without the insanity and despair that so often follows? By its very nature, the physical world implies friction. Can we resist responding to its laws, rather than those of Consciousness? Can we live without pressure and tension?
Maybe we settle for flashes that provide relief, stirred by pleasant premonitions, insights and precious moments of intuited perfection. We can always find them if we look for them, under layers of symbol, ritual, superstition, dogma, and ingrained belief. We can detect them in the way people are capable, at times, of feeling and being with one another in moments of inspiration. There are traces of goodness and right in every religion, everywhere, at all times. Why then is it difficult to manifest, and even more so to hold?
There was and is, once upon a parallel timelessness, where time is not and being is. To imagine it means tapping into the greatest power of Creation, the dreams dreamt by people who remember.
Are you willing…?