When We Get Past This . . .

I never had a problem with Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. I figure God created the whole universe, so whether He or She made us to evolve from animals, or we were simply planted here one day, or we were created through some mysterious process currently unknown to us, doesn’t seem to matter so much. Whatever our Creator’s plan is, I’m certain it’s much more expansive than anything we can grasp, at least for now.

There’s still so much that both science and religion don’t know, and I think it’s far more honest to acknowledge this and say, “You know, we really don’t understand how this (or that) happened. Everything’s a theory at this point.” If any of us ever do stumble upon ‘the truth,’ it will probably be the physicists. Even now, they’ve discovered we consist of vibrating atoms that are made up of mostly empty space. Isn’t that cool? Is the empty space where our souls reside? I don’t know, but why not tell our school children the truth and encourage them to (ad)venture forth and discover?

I think we’re spiritual beings with the potential for insights and powers so wonderful that the next hundred years of discoveries could boggle our minds–if we can plow through the current wave of darkness sweeping over America. It’s as if a heavy dark blanket is smothering our country, pressing the ‘heart’ out of us. We need to remember: It is only a dark blanket. It is nothing compared to the Light emanating toward us from the heavens, inspiring the sparks of light residing in our souls.

When we get past this, we will look back at world history, at egomania and war and shake our heads, because we have mostly lived like animals, with ‘survival of the fittest’ our credo. In our future, I can see a planet where the hopes and dreams of a woman holding her sick child somewhere in Africa are as important to me as mine are. I mean, why am I more important than her? Why are you? Why should her child not have a safe environment, a decent home, clean water and good food to grow a healthy mind and body?

Maybe ‘survival of the fittest’ was a reaction to this darkness, but we’ve nearly destroyed our beautiful world in so living. Our future is ripe with possibility to transcend the mess we’ve made, to make the next evolutionary leap. We probably still won’t know everything (that would be boring, anyway), but maybe we’ll work out how to get along, how to make sure every soul has a loving environment, a family and friends, access to education, health care and meaningful work. Maybe our condition won’t be measured by our material wealth, but by our spiritual wealth. Now that’s a dream of the heart worth focusing on.

The Essence of Life

I was struck by the beauty of the night sky last night. I wondered how anyone could believe that all life, us, the world, our galaxy, the universe, was not fashioned by some magnificent being, some creative force. And, no matter what we humans do to each other and our planet, the Creator must be a force of good because only goodness can radiate such beauty in the face of humanity’s destructive, egocentric actions. As I have aged, I see beauty everywhere: the sky, a tree, a leaf, a dragonfly or a rock, birds and other critters. Beauty is everywhere because it is the essence of all living things on Earth.

And children, even in apartments where their lives are full of stress, play, laugh and learn the fine art of negotiation. Boys will be boys and say things like, “My light saber has more power than yours,” and in response: “It does not! I challenge you to a sword fight!” I’ve watched their plastic-sword fights, which are usually quite short because something else soon catches their attention. I have seen girls with their heads together. “I can’t believe she talked to him!”, plotting some sort of payback. Sometimes kids would say hi and come along for part of my walk. They told me about themselves, what was on their minds and I tried to offer a  kind word or two. Our own beauty is in learning who we are and why we are here. Our inner beauty is always present, waiting only for us to knock on its door.

I thought about our Creator (Him/ Her/ Spirit/ Light Within) as I looked at the sky last night and wondered how He/She feels when our hearts swell with love for Him/Her. Having endlessly broadcast Love in our direction, it’s got to be pretty wonderful when it’s finally returned. There really are only two ways to live, two worlds, and we get to choose: See the beauty and feel the Love, or separate and feel the pain and struggle. We, on this planet, are the sheep who got lost and who the Master comes after so that not even one beloved lamb is lost.

Can Karma Be Changed?

“KARMA: In Hindu and Buddhist philosophy, karma is the quality of a person’s current and future lives as determined by that person’s behavior in this and in previous lives.”

I remember when I first considered the ideas of reincarnation and karma. The suggestion that I had lived before felt instinctively right (and helped me to better understand certain dreams) but when I heard the word karma I thought, “Ouch!”

I wonder who first said, “What goes around, comes around,” putting the Bible’s teaching, “As ye sow, so shall ye reap,” into modern lingo? Haven’t we all thought it, “What goes around, comes around, idiot,” especially at school and work, and in the car?

Above and beyond our thoughts of, “You’ll get yours,” what is karma? I think of it as a reflection of our state of being, a sum total of our level of consciousness as we enter a lifetime. Though we are given the free will to choose between basic styles of living–inflicting violence or bestowing blessings–the universe does seem to have some laws of its own, such as, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” It makes sense that we end up as, and with, the results of what we ourselves have done. How’d you like to get randomly stuck with someone else’s karma? Can you imagine the bitterness we’d instinctively feel?

I have read about a place in the invisible world called the Akashic Records, where all of our thoughts, feelings and actions from every lifetime are said to be recorded. One night I had a dream and was in a giant room filled with row upon row of stacked floor-to-ceiling drawers. I walked to my drawer, pulled it open and took out several cards from the middle, each one showing me records from different lifetimes. “Holy sh-t!” I thought and shoved my drawer closed and awakened instantly.

So, what are we to do about what we have done? We are to use each successive lifetime to learn and grow, to ‘know ourselves,’ and eventually return to our heavenly birthplace. This growing is not forced upon us, but the reaping part of, “As we sow, so shall we reap,” becomes much darker and heavier if we don’t. There are some wonderful ideas about letting go of the past, and changing our lives by changing what we believe and how we live, at the blog, Sending Joy. And while it is true that nothing happens in error, we are all related here on Earth and thus share a group-karma, which can be elevated through love and compassion and giving our best selves to each other. Every kindness, and every act of forgiveness, makes us better people and heals the whole.

What Do You Look Like Without a Body?

Sometimes my thoughts get going and I wonder things like, “If we could meet up without our bodies, what would we look like? Do our essences still have strong passions, strong opinions? If we couldn’t arm wrestle to see who’s right, would we, um . . . shoot fire from our eyes?”

Or, would we, from the perspective of our souls, see how thin our opinions are? Without skin, we couldn’t be racists. Without bodies, we’d see what it is we all have in common, what we really are, every single one of us: souls, cells on God’s body. In life, we may have super-powered our way to the ‘top,’ but without bodies, who’s at the top of the heap? God–to show us. If we find ourselves in a lifetime without the support of a loving family and the opportunity for a good education, who’s at the bottom after this life? God–to hold us.

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