I spent the weekend "off the grid" luxuriating in silence and solitude, walks along the ocean, sitting in beautiful parks, meditating and reading..so necessary as world events seem to be speeding up dramatically.
With the clamor of the world's exigencies behind me, all static turned off, I was able to exhale and to listen within.
Funny thing is, that the book I have been reading is (once again) a work of science fiction, about Virals, monsters/vampires that have been inadvertently turned loose on the world, a US military experiment gone terrible wrong.
The redeeming figure in this book is a young girl who was also deliberately infected by the virus in a controlled lab environment but rather than turning into a soulless shadow of a former human life and a ravaging monster she actually finds herself suspended between two worlds, that of a human and that of a Viral.
As the book explains, God placed this girl in the middle of a horrific and calamitous end of time scenario as one who never ages, at all, and one who has great compassion for the Virals, who have forgotten who they are, and who have lost their souls. She is pure in heart and spirit which meant that the virus could never infect her.
Interestingly, as I surfaced briefly this weekend and dialed into global news to read about the shootings in the US, with the headline calling it a virus of hatred sweeping across the land, the juxtaposition of these events and the powerful messaging of the book shook me a great deal.
There is, indeed, an epidemic of hatred surging across the land, across the world, coupled with unremitting violence, as though the perpetrators have become something else, someone else, monsters in that moment, forgetting their humanity and the humanity of their victims, as though they were possessed by an evil greater than themselves.
As though they were being controlled somehow.
I believe that this surge of violence and hatred is an up swelling of all the poisons within our collective being that will not abate until true healing and compassion takes place upon the Earth. Until we re frame ourselves and our world. Until we remember who we are and say NO to evil.
Those who commit these acts are possessed by a rage that is not human, or at least human in the way that we view that word.
As Amy, the girl in the book, tries to console them, she hears them weeping silently, asking her "Who Am I, Who Am I, Who am I?"
She is the only one that can help them find the answer and release them from this pain. She is, in this book, not Noah, but the ark itself.
With the clamor of the world's exigencies behind me, all static turned off, I was able to exhale and to listen within.
Funny thing is, that the book I have been reading is (once again) a work of science fiction, about Virals, monsters/vampires that have been inadvertently turned loose on the world, a US military experiment gone terrible wrong.
The redeeming figure in this book is a young girl who was also deliberately infected by the virus in a controlled lab environment but rather than turning into a soulless shadow of a former human life and a ravaging monster she actually finds herself suspended between two worlds, that of a human and that of a Viral.
As the book explains, God placed this girl in the middle of a horrific and calamitous end of time scenario as one who never ages, at all, and one who has great compassion for the Virals, who have forgotten who they are, and who have lost their souls. She is pure in heart and spirit which meant that the virus could never infect her.
Interestingly, as I surfaced briefly this weekend and dialed into global news to read about the shootings in the US, with the headline calling it a virus of hatred sweeping across the land, the juxtaposition of these events and the powerful messaging of the book shook me a great deal.
There is, indeed, an epidemic of hatred surging across the land, across the world, coupled with unremitting violence, as though the perpetrators have become something else, someone else, monsters in that moment, forgetting their humanity and the humanity of their victims, as though they were possessed by an evil greater than themselves.
As though they were being controlled somehow.
I believe that this surge of violence and hatred is an up swelling of all the poisons within our collective being that will not abate until true healing and compassion takes place upon the Earth. Until we re frame ourselves and our world. Until we remember who we are and say NO to evil.
Those who commit these acts are possessed by a rage that is not human, or at least human in the way that we view that word.
As Amy, the girl in the book, tries to console them, she hears them weeping silently, asking her "Who Am I, Who Am I, Who am I?"
She is the only one that can help them find the answer and release them from this pain. She is, in this book, not Noah, but the ark itself.