I guess that’s what keeps us going… those unexpected bumps in the road that pop up in our lives and poof!… we’re suddenly headed off in a new and unexpected direction. Do we let them control us or do we reach for the reins and get back on course? That, my friends, is the important question. Who is in control after all? I’m sure I’ve shared this before, but it’s worth retelling… the time my wife asked a psychic whether those roadblocks in life were signs to turn back or obstacles to be overcome. They are, said the psychic, whatever you want them to be.
So about three months ago I lost a bracelet that I had fashioned and had been wearing daily. It had special meaning for me because I had actually made two of them and given one to a hospice patient of mine whom I had gotten very close to. At his funeral, I saw that his son was now wearing it. So clearly at least two people think of Reggie when they see the bracelet. Anyway, after losing it on a shopping trip to Trader Joe’s, (I even checked with their lost and found), I took a Buddhist approach of non-attachment and let it go, opting to wear another one that I had purchased at a street fair years earlier. Then today, while shopping at TJ’s I grabbed a shopping bag that I haven’t used for a while, and there it was, lying inside right where it landed when it fell off on that long ago shopping trip. Thank you. Unexpected pleasures are really great.
A judge disagrees with your decrees… he’s suddenly a ‘so-called’ judge. A reporter writes down what you actually said… she is ‘media scum’. A department store removes your daughter’s dress line because it isn’t selling and they are ‘terrible’. Meanwhile, you order a ban on immigrants from all Muslim majority Middle East countries except the ones where you have business interests and that is in our country’s interests. I can see it now. Trump supporters deciding to wear khakis, all carrying no less, and “Freedom of wardrobe” will be the call from the Off-White House. People should be allowed to wear whatever they want, he will whine. Oh yes… and little mustaches are cool.
Not hate… not disgust… just numbness.
I’m seventy-six years old and I’ve never seen things like this. Our country is divided right down the middle and we are spreading our blight into the entire world, faster than you can say Trump. A shooter in Canada of all places, the civilized country we would all move to just to get some some sanity if it weren’t so cold, shot up a mosque killing innocent Muslim worshippers. In Canada!!! How’s that for a country exporting terrorism and hatred to other countries without even going through a pat down at the border. Way to go America. Shame on US.
It’s a new word… a new concept… a new day for our country and the world. Lies no longer exist. Only #alternative facts. Where does it go from here?
Okay. It’s happened. Our nation’s power has been transferred to a billionaire narcissist who says one thing, then says another, denies saying the first thing, and accuses the media of making up what he said in the first place. How sad! But life goes on… maybe not as smoothly as before, maybe not as peacefully as before, but it goes on. It is still within the power of each of us to make the world around us the best it can be. We can each do that. And we will survive.
#New Consciousness is knowing that when we say #I AM… we are speaking fact… and that anything we say after that to describe ourselves… male… female… black… white… yellow… red… rich… poor… Hindu… Christian… Muslim… Jew… Atheist… whatever… are just filters and adjectives through which we view and experience the world.
Human beings share something very important. Every one of us feels that we exist… that some very personal being we call ‘I’ is inside us, however we define that ‘I’, or what it looks like from the outside. And though the individual attributes surrounding each ‘I’ are different for each of us, the feeling of just being, the feeling of ‘I am’ is the same for all of us. (tbc)
I have just sent out emails to the founders of IDEO, a major design firm whom I would love to work with in getting New Consciousness out into the world. Let the marketing begin. Oh, and I purposely didn’t post the first days of the year just so I didn’t feel I’d have to do it daily for the rest of my life. Maybe some day I’ll feel that way… especially since going one day at a time really wasn’t that big a deal… but not now.
I did it. That’s it. Which also happens to be the third of my three rules of life. 1. Be happy. 2. Be kind. 3. That’s it. So take that 2016. You are finally over… although your residuals will be plaguing us for at least the next four years. A Happy New Year to everyone. May it bring us all peace and joy and love and oneness, the way it was originally intended to be.