So what do you think ? Old world or New Earth ?
Thats a difficult one…;.)
By Nancy
I’m in it right now…. and I hope that in my writing it helps another.
It’s been a long process, starting with the death of my 30 year old son in 2007. Seems everything is being stripped from me (anything I clung to for security or what was a diversion), many relationships, my car (totaled), computer (crashed for a while) — (car and computer being things that uplifted me — took me somewhere else when things were tough in any way or I didn’t feel I had “community” as I live very remotely and in a mostly “fundamental” place), lack of money, illness in the family, menopausal stuff (which complicates everything), complete disconnection from any extended family (seeming everyone turning against me for one reason or another), etc. Whatever could come up, sure has.
Had been meditating daily for 5 years, but couldn’t seem to “show up” for that or much of anything else either. Lack of interest in anything (things I loved in the past) and didn’t know who I “was” anymore. Have felt like I was dying…. and even felt like I wanted to (was suicidal for a while). Very challenging for me, someone who has always mostly been upbeat and cheerful.
Future historians will long puzzle over how the self-immolation of a Tunisian street vendor, Mohamed Bouazizi, in protest over the confiscation of his fruit stand, managed to trigger popular uprisings across the Arab/Muslim world. We know the big causes — tyranny, rising food prices, youth unemployment and social media. But since being in Egypt, I’ve been putting together my own back-of-the-envelope guess list of what I’d call the “not-so-obvious forces” that fed this mass revolt. Here it is:
We can only learn to know ourselves and do what we can – namely, surrender our will and fulfill God’s will in us.
Saint Teresa of Avila (b 1515-d1882)
This is a very touching account of a son journey to understand the life of his parents. He also discovers a period in history that played a crucial part in their marriage. We all have to return from where we come from. It lives in us, until the day we find it and recognise it for what it really is – karmic relations, baggage we carry through our lives until it wears us out.
Nobody’s Child by Filmaker Chao Gan
With all of these many faced I’s and we’s,
What sort of “I” am I?
Listen, take your hand off my mouth
and let me rave
I am already lost.
Don’t lay shattered glass in my path;
I’ll crush whatever is in my way.
With every breath my heart
is stupefied by the vision of You.
If You’re happy , I’ll be happy;
if You’re sad, I’ll be sad too.
If You’re bitter, I’ll be embittered;
if You’re tender, I’ll be tender as well.
My only joy is to be with You,
close to Your sweet lips and delicate chin, Beloved.
Everything depends on You. Who am I?
Just a mirror in Your hand.
Whatever You reveal, that’s what I am;
I’m just a polished mirror.
“Letting go of taking things personally” is an experiment based on an idea from Eileen. Taking things personally is something that we all do, and at times it really clouds our sense of peace, our relations to others and everyone’s quality of life. ” Letting go of taking things personally” is a practical course in 5 parts, looking at the most important elements of taking things personally, with some exercises to put in practice.
Part 5: Can I be the space for it ?
I have given it a little time before concluding with the last part of our little online course. We have been making good progress – from the working mechanism of the ego, forever being concerned about physical survival. On to the habit of judging everything we encounter according to our experiences, with the goal to avoid all that does not agree with us. Eventually enquiring deeply into fear, the henchman of the ego, keeping us away from everything the ego does not know, and believes to be dangerous.
Taking things personally is the the fundamental process of egoic conditioning. Only if I really believe something out there can threaten me – I will create an emotional reaction that moves me to keeps myself safe. And believing my own thoughts about being attacked personally, does exactly that – they keep me in the doldrums of what I came to believe about myself.