Do we need to find new ways to connect with each other? I mean, social media, facebook, match.com, the Internet … oh my, how life has changed in the past 30 years.
Have our bodies and spirits kept up?
With the advent of machines powered by batteries and engines, then computers, we no longer lift, run or pull, anymore. We even have drones spying, shooting bullets and dropping bombs on our behalf.
So the physical aspect of our survival, more importantly of our very being, has much been replaced. We’ve even distanced ourself from our connection to the Earth, the Sun and Moon, with industrialized, laboratory food products and medicines. Now if only our lives mirrored the best stories manufactured by the parties and “spirits” behind these forces that drive much of life today.
Some “wise” person stated recently they were plagued by the economies built on these false constructs, but “hadn’t found anything better than capitalism” to subscribe their soul and spirit, their focus, values and sense of direction toward.
Substitutes. Illusions. Gyms and supplements and trainers. Wealth advisors. Private equity. Crypto and Artificial Intelligence. Quantum Computing. Ozempic.
So in today’s construct, many of us recreate survival like circumstances to retain our connection to our bodies – myself included. I must admit I also yearn to escape the circuits woven in this world of the mind, to bypass that maze and find direct contact with spirit and soul just long enough for that to linger in the walks and drives, the connections with others which I find graced before me from time to time.
With the advent of industrialized food sources, we no longer have to hunt and wonder where, when or if, we’ll get our next meal or drink of water. We may after a few years of subscribing to these industrialized sources find our bodies ridden with new disease and plastics and such, but what choice do we really have in this land of plenty, anyway?
They’ll invent, somebody will, a way to rid our bodies of those conditions. Of course it will unlikely be handed out freely. Such never have. I’d love to be surprised. Part of me continues to look for the brighter side of my fellow man, through my middle age in spite of hard lessons about altruism, risk taking and trusting the inner call, the spiritual life, following the uncommon path. The adherence of old family patterns passed from one generation to the next continues to riddle my soul.
I’m not suffering. But I do notice it in others from time to time. I’m no prophet, but I have been in plenty of corporate planning as well as seminars on human behavior where our past archetypes are laid out for consideration in the near to not so distance future. I know myself well enough the truths I see are mostly unfolding, but I’m forever hopeful they are not.
My latest hope has moved into this “if you can’t beat’ ‘em then join ‘em” move to see the power of technology to expose truths and make them available for all to see, contemplate, examine and possibly to worm their way into the hearts of the common person. From that seed in hearts of the masses could rise a remembrance of who we are as a species and how we have the capacity inside us to connect with our greater spirit – the, if you will in spite of the dirt soiled term from the failures of our religious and spiritual manipulations – the Holy Spirit.
My fear is that until such deep seated bias and prejudice implanted by the misuse of spiritual manuscripts, stories and texts – until these fade from our collective, the hearts of the common person embedded in the masses, that until that trigger, that feeling of injustice, unfairness and being a slave to the MAN, until that is forgotten from the fabric of our being – that we are bound to suffer. Compelled to chase illusions. Mindlessly repeating the patterns of our forefathers – who were so commonly riddled with unresolved conflicts and hypocrisy.
The suppression in men of their violence and sexual desires that creates a dissonance with their spirit which gives birth to a dissonance in the moment from the connection with themselves, with the Devine, with each other – that makes them so vulnerable to a misguided mental life fueled by the old apple that fell from the tree of knowledge.
The fear in women of the primal nature in these men, yet a reliance upon the strong and protective forces out there in the world that give respect and homage to their innate drives to create and host, beauty and passion, connection – which is so often so vulnerable to betray and defy the values they aspire in a bargain for the most risk-free path into the future for themselves and their offsprings.
Many of us in middle age now are in positions to lead a revolution. We can see and attest to these matters. The hopes we had from our childhoods have been snuffed. The intent we channeled into our creations seemingly lost.
Consider Oliver Stone, the guy behind making the movie Wallstreet. Years after this movie was made – just recently in an interview Oliver Stone said he was surprised to see what he created worked in opposition to his desires. He’d hoped the greed he exposed in his movie would diminish greed. But he associated a surge of feedback in young people, of greed and lifestyle, of “greed is good”, people aspiring to be like his Gordon Gecko – fueling the greed and in-authenticity of a generation. Maybe people just see what they want to see in stories and life?
So, I have to take some of my own medicine here. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we won’t act or connect from the newfound, the sudden transparency offered by technology. As something of a mystic myself, I could very well be relegated to my own cave where this information, this hopeful viewpoint of our Holy Spirit die with me, alone in the shadows. But I will remind you that as civilizations have repeatedly destroyed themselves throughout the stories recorded in the geology and archaeology of our beloved Earth, this spirit will survive – with or without our mental constructs and in spite of our arrogance and “best efforts”.
But who am I to say? I’m just putting it out there wishing to open one heart at a time to the potential for the spirit to work across mankind as I’ve only envisioned as possible, in love and grace. Trust? You know, those are just words unless you put them into action or allow the spirit they may awaken to spark a fire. To warm your heart and share.
So I suppose it’s up to you now. I’m not planning on leaving or going anywhere. But I’d love to see some signs of a handoff here. I’m not much for external authority or synchronicity, though I do watch. But something inside is pointing to the times ahead being ripe for an awakening as never before.
Thank you I’m Roach. Mark Roach. All the best.
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