One of the reasons I don’t write about the pandemic more often is that I’m still too angry about how fear currently rules and is being used to force a new economic, technological and medical consensus in democracies that exist because of opposites.
What the current global policy, aimed at exponential economic growth for the benefit of a very small group and at the expense of the rest, is showing me is a huge disconnection with the living earth, with Spirit, and with the divine feminine. The last convulsions of a doomed millennia old loveless system of hard male energy without connection . And some days I allow myself to be sad, scared and angry about that.
And the other days? Then know that I have chosen to be here right now at this time of immense rapid change. That it’s my responsibility to be here and be myself. To be an example. A transformer. Inspiration. To assist others and to plant seeds for a new way of living together based on unconditional love and a sincere together.
The other days I know that I am no longer a child who dims his light for self-protection, who withdraws into himself looking at all those people who are not themselves. Who doesn’t dare to show and be himself.
The love that he is. The other days know I’m selling myself short there so alone, that I’m not connected there. Not with myself and not with others. While in that connection I am properly carried and nourished. That’s where my strength lies. The other days I know that connectedness is my natural state, that loneliness is an old story. That the book is out.
The book I am currently reading is not finished yet. It’s called “Heaven on Earth”“. We are writing it with a lot of people at the same time. That there will be a happy ending is probably certain, but I don’t know how long it will take before we get there. Depends on the choices we make. I do know one thing: the chapter I’m reading now is about Connection.