copyright © August 30, 2017
by P. R. Lowe
What one believes becomes real on some level, but often what one believes is an illusion created by external forces. Often the surreptitious information from these sources has shifted the wiring in the brain and affected our abilities to heal ourselves and to love others (others meaning “all others”, including rocks and trees and rivers and rain drops). And I am not talking the kind of love we usually consider to be love, such as romantic attachments or sexual attractions. I’m not sure it can even be described by limitless words. It is of the truly true variety.
There is a truth that tells you to love, to forgive, to have compassion, to share and be respectful of your environment and all it’s inhabitants, (breathing and non breathing). Then, there is a truth that tells you that you are running of time and threatened by your environment and almost everything in it, that you must work hard and earn your place here through struggle and control; to overcome your environment and get what you can while you can before its too late or before some other body (human or creature) gets it first.
There are other truths of course, but these two stand out as the major forces that drive us and also drive us apart. They have been at odds for millennia (ever since man hit the planet running). But there is a place deep in the forest where neither one of them matter at all. A place so pure with love and joy that not even death can separate them from everything that is; the presence of being —where no side is chosen, where being is enough — “love and joy” being simple words to describe a place of divine presence, where every creature every leaf, stick, rock is held in an unerring equality that most humans have forgotten or have never known or fail to recognize when it is upon them because of what they “believe”, which brings me back to where I started.
That there are two sides and one must choose is the biggest lie of all.