HUMANITY 2.01

The Resolution of Ancestral Wounds.

Each of us, on a certain level,
Is the result of an ancestral wave
Part of a chain that goes back
Into the darkness of history
Our ancestry was wounded
Traumatized, and rooted in survival needs
Our very DNA, our nervous systems,
Carry this memory imprint
And we inherit many ancestral wounds and traits
And, as our own lives are wounded and traumatized,
We cannot see any difference between who we are
And what we inherit
And it all becomes part of the same unconscious
Bag of stuff we pass on generation after generation
This ancestral karma, the passing on of trauma,
Can only function in unconsciousness
And the seeking of awakening
In this world, by so many people,
Is actually the seeking of resolution
Of ancestral wounds

Awakening is the resolution
Of the emotional and inherited
Personal beliefs and ancestral trauma
We learn to make our own

It is the restoration to a kind of innocence
That is inherent to all humans
Not a special accolade of the few chosen ones

A mass awakening is the momentum happening
And all this confusion in our world
Is the unravelling of the ancestral wounds
Traumas and false beliefs
That has driven humanity for centuries

It’s time for HUMANITY 2.01.

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The Real Journey Is Inwards

The only thing worthy of pursuit is wisdom
To know thyself intimately
Is to know others intimately
Wisdom allows us to see ourselves
In others, and to see others in us

Knowledge alone cannot bestow wisdom
There must be a journey inside
Into the shadows and the darkness
Where everything that has been left unattended
Must be met and welcomed home

Wisdom is the grail the warrior seeks
It cannot be attained
Without meeting yourself
And letting go of the world

Mind alone cannot reach wisdom
Mind and experience
The putting down of ego’s strategies
And the great descent, and rise,
Into humility
Opens the door to this great chamber

It cannot be reached by looking outwards
But only by the journey inwards.

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Softening Into Life

I saw the great movement
The rising and falling
The coming and going
The eternal wave
As it rolled along
And I realized
I would never stop it
No matter how powerful
No matter how angry
Or how right I was
Or how wrong
Everything and everyone else was
So I stopped struggling
Against life
I just stopped struggling
And said ok
Here you are
I surrender

At first it was tough
I kept forgetting
But it became a practice
A mantra
Every time I argued with life
Each time I withdrew and contracted
Or reared up in righteous indignation
I quietly whispered
And this too
And this too
And this too

Slowly slowly a new relaxation came upon me
I softened into life
And life softened into me
A harmony arose
Within and without
And I moved easier in the world
What great change we are capable of
When we just stop fighting life.

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All Here By Grace

Sometimes I am a surfer
Riding the waves with skill
Enjoying the freedom
Of the ever changing

Sometimes I hang in there
Holding on by a thread
On the razor’s edge
Determined to stay upright

Sometimes I fall
Plunging into the deep
Rolled by the same waves
I surfed last week

Surfer, tightrope walker and drowner
The ever changing nature of living
In the waves of phenomenon

But the wisdom in me knows
There is an underlying intelligence
That informs the whole experience
Ocean, wave and surfer
Tightrope walker and drowner
All here by grace.

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The Separation of Man and God

When Man and God were separated
It was the singularly most destructive action
That resulted in Man’s powerlessness
And the rise of the devil within, ego
Abandoned by God
Ego was free to rule Man’s inner world
Unchecked and without balance
Man lost his essence
And became enslaved to the idea
Of an outer authority

Separated from his salvation
And his truth
He was alone and scared
His life meaningless and bereft
Out of this abandonment
Did the ego take hold
And come to dominate

Thus did Man fall prey
To addiction, to seeking wholeness outside himself
And become subject to manipulation
By those offering him
A route back to the God
He was once intimate with

Only the return of God
Of godliness, of goodness
The reconciliation of Man and God
Will restore inner harmony
And return him, and her, to wholeness
And end this tyranny of ego

Anything less than the
Wholesale return of God
To the heart and soul
Of Man and Woman
Will perpetuate this enslavement
And there will never be peace.

*footnote.
When I use the term Man I am intending to mean both men and women.
Please forgive me, I am using the singular term for simple expedience.

All Things Are Equal

Last night I saw the heavens open
I watched as the sky cried its mournful tears
There were worlds within worlds
Eternity stretched out in all directions
Waving into form and out of form
This bewildering rising and falling
And such a stillness at the heart of it all

This morning I woke up
And attended to the chores
I washed the dishes
And made breakfast
In the simplicity of things.

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