I realize that the title I gave to this piece is a bit harsh, but you know what? I’ve given up caring whether or not I hurt someone’s sensitive “feelings.” Suck it up! Get on with it! As the most famous quote from poet Mary Oliver challenges, and leaves us as her epitaph:
“Tell me. What do you plan to do with
your one wild and precious life?”
Yep! I celebrate Jon Rappoport’s assessment of the Law of Attraction, and have so often noticed how people who “believe” in that Law tend to sit around waiting for whatever “good” is supposed to come to them, given all their good thoughts. Instead of plunging below the illusory plane of good and evil where choices teach us about desire and consequence, cause and effect; rather than touching into the infinite Love moving through us that generates both that flimsy, filmic plane and those choices, nanosecond by nanosecond, way way WAY too many of us dither and diddle, “hoping” to magnetize “the best” if we can just keep our thoughts “pure” enough.
In my own experience, only as I acknowledge, honor and embrace, i.e., integrate both the dark and the light, both my wonderful ideals and my deepest fears, both my miniscule consciousness and my vast unconsciousness, both my courageous, rational “male” side and my intuitive, spacious “female” side — am I then moment-by-moment “saved,” and not by my goodness, but by my ecstatic capacity to drink in the omniverous energy of the universe, transform and express that energy according to my own fully individualized nature, and thereby gift the overflowing generosity of that original, unique essential self to the world.
As I step into the joyful rhythm of this singular life, a feedback loop ignites, revs up to warp speed. I spin. Synchronicities pop in, like fireflies, like magic, lighting the way forward, backward, and all around. “I am large, I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman
YES! In my being and in my doing, I participate in the unfolding, mysterious, interwoven magnificence, absurdly grateful and glad.