Maybe this?......
And the day came when collectively and all at once, humanity was ready to crack wide open and heal their most primal wound- that of being birthed into separation. The violence of that moment- of blood and explosion, of vulnerable hearts and lungs gasping and grasping, of utter uncertainty, of being torn away from what was comfortable and kind- had all been laying dormant in their collective unconscious,. But they were ready. For better or worse.
To heal.
And so they simulated identical parallel circumstance in their external world to recreate such a schism, as baby taken from womb.
The process would not be pretty. As with birth there would be blood and feces and sweat and tears and guttural screams from the most cavernous parts of the psyche. They would have to wade through the swampy miasma of the shadow in their difficult realization that the universe doesn’t take sides. They would need to embody extreme isolation- locked behind doors- in order to feel the web of interconnection- it was just part of the process. For their psyche to heal, they would emulate extreme abandonment and despair. Their grief stricken keening would reverberate for miles around. They would have to let go of any belief, tenet, or even moral code they held to be true- that everything might be tossed to the winds to be scattered and land in a new way. A new day. And in the Neutrality , there was nothing to cling to - everyone on every end of every spectrum let down their poised defenses……
… and the nervous system of the planet took a gigantic exhale.
There was no need for combat in the Neutral. Internal combat, external combat- it disappeared in a breath.
And the following in-breath - if they could get there- would spread through the lands and into every heart and every nook and cranny of the universe.
Some would die. Some would survive. It wasn’t personal - only indicated the parts of the accumulated self in the collective consciuosness that had to be shed in order to Emerge. And whatever would survive would have to find a new way.
Now was the time for creativity- to reenvision, reconstruct, and recreate. The systems from days of yon supported the name of separation and at the dawn of this new age, obsolete.
They would set about building a new definition of home- testing their own thought experiment, and take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders but “in the answer it gives to a question of yours."
A question of heart.
The invitation of healing the deepest scar, this inkless tattoo that had branded them all, had come- generations upon generations of people plagued by their sense of separateness. It could not be ignored. They roared down in to the caves of time and dug deep.
The invitation was one of unity- finally and at long last, to build a system where their external reality reflected the inner spiritual revolution that was aching to be born.
And so it was, in those moments from fragmentation to transformation of the organism, they realized that they could- and would- be one. They laid down their shields and locked irises and dissolved the grip on their uniqueness just enough to feel and dance with the pulsation of life.
The synchronized lub-dub of momma and child that exits in utero was here. Always had been- they had only to make manifest the reality of The Union. They felt safe and at peace in the amniotic fluids that were their surroundings. The umbilical cord of the heart connected their outer and inner world and left them feeling nourished- body, mind, and soul.- everyone and everything. Without exception.
The people- the planet - were one- with and for one another - across the span of time and into the far flung corners of the universe.
The violent division had been mended.
Could they make this leap?
It was left to be seen.
Whether or not this would come to pass, the story lived loud.
We’ve been having a really sweet time practicing on zoom. Join us any time for yoga, meditation, and sharing (4 classes, 2 meditations, 1 storyhour/wk - schedule and links in the previous newsletter or email for any questions).
I am doing my best to get the recordings up and available for y’all as soon as I can. Let me know how I can support you. Or support your usual local teacher- there are so many options out there right now, but above all else, keep your practice strong. Keep connecting. Keep loving.
Peace and love to all~
