By Michael Brine
NOTE: This post was written by Michael Brine in response to a friend expressing a considerable mistrust of certain others, and the fact that what we think and believe draws back to us those very same elements.
Thank you for your sharing your sense of mistrust, my friend. It all boils down to Awareness, Awareness, Awareness. Opportunities come and go, and like a dog I sniff the air–put my nose to the ground and follow a particular scent–check it out–piss on the odd tree–and then move on, or not. It all boils down to Awareness. There is no room for me to distrust or be in state of fear–only for compassion at how much unawareness there is, part of the sad conditioning of sick civilisations that are in need of undressing and throwing away their soiled clothes–spreading their arms out–welcoming the breeze of Love that now can begin to caress them in a warm embrace. Until they can trust enough to risk ‘undressing’–exposing their vulnerability WITH AWARENESS–mistrust will continue to be the influence that will cause us to bow our heads and weep.
We only have to look at Iran and its pathetic leaders to see the seeds of distrust once again sickening humanity into another ocean of despair, and once again we see ‘religion’ as the precursor, indeed, the cursor and the cause. Once again history repeats itself, and we have learned nothing. OR, have we?
There is a ‘Cleansing’ about to take place the likes of which we have never seen on this Earth before. In the meantime we–those who have Awareness–must sit on the sidelines and watch in sadness as the amputations of the heart casts its shadow of fear over the human family.
When the storm has passed–there will be a silence across the lands and oceans the likes of which have never been experienced. Then, slowly, a slight breeze will begin to caress–and like a quiet whisper, the time of ‘Awakening’ will have arrived. That will be our cue.
In the meantime find peace within yourself and trust who you are, for you are me and I you, and the embrace will go out to enfold us all after the storm. Storms are cleansing–remember how fresh the air is after one? Remember? And so it will be.