My mother used to say, “Ignore it and it will go away.” I thought at the time, “That’s a load of crap!” Yet, she kept saying it. She seemed to believe that it was true. Ignore it and it will go away.
I feel into the polarized energies of our times.
I feel the deep peace and joy that sound in the forest, on the trail, down the country road or in the garden.
I feel the strident fear that sounds in the news media, the world’s presumed leaders screaming, “Look at me! Look at me! I’m really messing things up. I’m making it really bad. You better pay attention to me!”
Or not. Ignore it and it will go away.
I am aware that people are feeling hurt, terrified, traumatized. I am aware of the seemingly huge gap between love and fear at this time. Yet, it is the work of an instant to make that shift from fear to love, from love to fear.
And now is the time to choose, over and over again as we each go through our days.
I find myself laughing at the supposed “power” of these increasingly strident and desperate men – almost all of them are men.
I choose to hold compassion for them just as I held compassion when my ego-self was making a mess of my life. This is happening globally now, on a vast scale. Yet, it is the same dynamic, the same relationship between enlightening heart and increasingly desperate and fearful ego-mind. What is in them is in me.
I see my own reckless self-destructive behaviours in their thrashing and crashing. I remember how I overdid pretty much everything as fear washed through me, how I acted out. These men are acting out.
We compare them to five-year-olds. This is because on some level we understand that they are succumbing to the imperatives of their ego-minds which operate at about the level of a five-year-old.
I hold space within me; it is a vast peace and an enduring trust in our collective becoming.
It is not that we should necessarily ignore it and it will go away; it is that we can.
I watch and listen because I want to see it, just as I wanted to see my own pain, fear and grief, my fault lines, my cracked foundation. I want to see it because in doing so I can summon compassion, witness, heart and offer these silently to the strident men with the microphones pointed at them - as if they were at bay.
Imagine looking to your own fear for answers. No answers would be forthcoming, only more fear, more panic, trauma, upset.
When we look to these fearful ones for answers, we are looking in the wrong place.
Look in the mirror to find the most courageous of your kin.
You are the one who will see you move through the fear into love.
Imagine pink and green surrounding you, like a garden of sweet peace, like a grounding of unconditional love, like a pathway of simple joy.
Ignore them, and they will eventually go away or shift themselves to resonate with the emerging wisdom of the age.
