Today has been a day for musing, pondering fear and denial and how they fit together. For a long time, perhaps as long as I’ve been putting two plus two together, I’ve thought that there must be a reason, thought patterns or something, a genuine equation for the way people think, especially those who think things that I find inconceivable, who hold restrictive ideas that wouldn’t even fit in the Dark Ages … like climate shift is a hoax or Trump is a good man.
I couldn’t … still can’t … understand what kind of thinking leads to those types of conclusions. These are very material world sort of conundrums, thoughts that don’t take up much space in my normal world, and that are eons outside inquiries into consciousness.
Some might say it doesn’t matter, that even wondering about the material mess is a waste of time. I don’t agree. To me, the material world is as divine as, well, as the divine is. There is no demarcation separating the two, the two that are not two at all. To be fully human is to be divine.
Waking up to the actuality, recognizing it for what it is, frees one from judgment about the exotic mess, the crazy masterpiece, but curiosity, the kind that sends out feelers and affects the entirety in oh so many ways, soldiers on.
It was unimaginable to me how anyone could look at the world and deny that we have a climate issue. To this mind and heart, it seems we are standing by while the world builds to an abrupt conclusion.
Today I realized the extreme level of fear that underlies climate denial. To admit it, to recognize it, would mean a complete and total shift in the way the world is run. How could you admit the extreme level of deterioration and do nothing? The war machine would grind to a halt. Non-green manufacturing would drop dead. Cars would need to park. The list is extensive.
When you recognize what would need to stop — and it is most everything we do from our state of unconscious consumerism, from fear of others, from need to achieve — it’s easy to see why people might resist that, especially those who are currently benefitting from the current structure.
That is but one level of the problem. The herd denial makes sense when you realize that the idea of the world crashing, the seas rising, earthquakes shaking, tornadoes twisting, snows burying, rain flooding … sounds like a biblical nightmare, now doesn’t it … is enough to make anyone want to put their head in the sand and keep it there. So, when those who are already petrified, even though they don’t admit it to themselves or anyone else, hear that climate shift is a hoax, they grab on to the life ring that just landed in the high water next to them. It’s a hoax. I don’t have to take that on.
Of course, they do.
Life is uncertain. Not one person alive has any guarantee that they’ll be here tomorrow. Not one. Anything could and will happen. We live amidst that uncertainty while pretending that we are safe and secure. We might be able to fool our mind … a bit .. but our bodies know. They know we really don’t have a clue, that we are flotsam for the next big wave, that we could well be blowing in the wind when that big tornado blows through. They know life is a mess of uncertainty.
That’s the big gift of spiritual work, of doing the shadow stuff, of digging into the belief system. The belief system is designed to keep us from seeing, from clearly grokking the immensity of the uncertainty. It was put in place to protect us from reality, to let us avoid it.
Taking that system apart, brick by brick, stone by stone, one protective charm at a time, is the work, because until we do, until we face our imminent demise, our unclear futures, we live in denial, and it is far less than a small step from there to denial that destroys our world, the home of this separation experiential.
Would that be the end of the world — literal and idiom intended?
No … but that doesn’t mean we should sit back and eat popcorn as the world burns. We may not be able to impact the course, but if we love someone, anyone, enough for them to risk stepping into their fear and see what it really is, we’ve already changed the course.
Love is powerful. It may not appear to change the world, but it does. One little shift, and the whole world turns a bit differently.
That by itself, is enough reason to do the work, but it’s not the only endowment. Facing the uncertainty, truly meeting it head on, isn’t what it seems. It is the gift of aliveness, aliveness that remains elusive while we chase certainty, even subtly. Aliveness holds within it the solution to every possible challenge that will ever face mankind. It speaks as us, creates as us, loves as us … in ways we cannot yet conceive.
Aliveness is the answer to our questions, and right now, we have a bundle of them. We could use the assist.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.