When I was a child, there was an old saying, “Money is the root of all evil.” Later, in my own mind, I changed it to, “Greed is the root of all evil.” We’re all living now with the results of greed-gone-wild, and this idea seems true. But I no longer believe greed is the root of all evil. I think our (seeming) experience of separation from God, or Truth, or Love, however we call the Force that made us, is the root of all suffering. The separateness we feel causes us to believe the way the world is, is the only way the world can be.
We arrive on earth ready to fully embrace our opportunity to live and learn and grow, certain that we won’t be sucked into the separate-world. Yet, we are. As we grow up, whether we are supported by our family members or not, we soon realize that we can do whatever we want to do, be whoever we want to be. This is power. The fact that religion/churchgoing (a possible link to the Light) seems old-fashioned to many and that the dark side of life is so glamorous, the temptation to wield our power is irresistible, and we succumb. This is called being human; we are, however, way more than just human.
We live and experiment with the uses of power. If we stray too far, man’s laws or God’s laws catch up with us. And even if we claw our way to the top of the heap, at last reaching our goals, the satisfaction is empty because we were in it for ourselves; we were only pawns of the puppet-master of the separate-world. What are we to do? Open our minds to possibility. Is how we’ve been living a pretend-experience? Is there more to the story of a homeless family than the parents are lazy? Is there a real word we aren’t seeing? And if there is, what is it and how do we get there?
The answers lie within, the place we don’t want to look when we are busy in the world. Still, that is where the answers are and there is nothing, not even the true love of soul mates, beloved family members or great friends, that can fill the empty places within. We are on our own in this, and how else could it be? “Hi, I’d like to order two fulfillers and one Love, please?” The search for the real world, the non-separate world, must be made by each of us. That is the only way we’d believe it anyway.