Yesterday I wrote about the end times philosophy of the Big 5 religions and added in left wing ascension theorists to the mix. Each has its own version of the hero’s triumphant return, of those in the know who at last find their place, who find their forever home, who rewrite the story playing out upon the world stage into one more welcoming to them.
As I read the comments … they were quite interesting and fun to read … I was reminded of something I heard in meditation a long while ago and I wondered if that is the bejeweled meaning behind the misunderstanding so prevalent in all the hero stories.
No one goes home alone.
What exactly does that mean? Does it mean that there will be a mass exodus, a rapture as many Christians believe? Does it mean that all Buddhists will participate in the Maitreya’s return? Does it mean that all Muslims will at last kneel before Mahdi? Or that all will be lifted to the 5th Dimension when that pesky 100th monkey shows up?
No one goes home alone.
That’s how many interpret it, that as a group, something or someone external to us, will lift us out of our sorrow and despair? In some cases, all you have to do is believe. That too, is kind of accurate but fully misunderstood. It is easy to understand how the interpretation originated. It’s a cool get out of jail free card.
No one goes home alone.
Be with that on a non-literal level, on the level of mysticism, of non-separation, of not-twoness.
Ah … you see it, don’t you.
There is no one to go home alone; no one to leave behind. Seeing that is being Home. As long as I look out upon this world and believe in the power of separation, there is two, there is something and someone to leave behind.
As soon as I see what this is, what I am, what you are, there is no way to go home alone. I take you all with me, as me, as this we are, whether you appear to know it or not.
The vision I was given so many years ago was of a hot air balloon. It was colorful beyond my elementary understanding of colors. the balloon was filled with people and as it dropped its ballast to lift, I saw people standing on the ground, lifting their arms, screaming out, “Wait, I want to go.”
I found myself reaching over the side, stretching as far as I could, crying and yelling at the balloon to stop, to go back down … and that’s when I heard, “No one goes home alone.”
I didn’t fully understand the meaning then. I grokked what I could, given my consciousness at the time. It was years later when the bigger meaning dropped in, like pigeon poop out of the sky. I sat down in a pool of laughter, my heart bursting with the presence of life, all life, and simply smiled. Of course.
No one goes home alone. As long as I deny even one being, I am in separation and I can’t go home, can’t realize that I am already home. Separation is homelessness and picking and choosing my travel mates, deciding who gets to be in the balloon and who has to remain on the ground, is separation.
No one goes home alone.
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