Letter to Humanity (Part 1)

Look at you, orbiting there, spinning in your green and blue aura. I remember you, like time stood still, and the streets stopped humming, the bombs, printing presses and biowarfare labs ground to a hault for a minute.

That buzz of inevitable productivity hushed... was it for two years, only? Hard to tell. It all seems like a blur, but what I recall correctly was that you stood there, unabashedly innocent in your confusion. The questions, thick in the ethers, where "Which way to go? Which way to vote. Which person to trust. Which news to shut out. Which friend to cancel. Which job to take. What crypto to sell, or buy or create?" Even with old friend Google, there was too much to know. It was a lot to handle that transition period, wasn't it? If you didn't have the habit of returning to no-mind to restore the view, the hunt for 'the bad guy' or the virus would surely consume.

And what a show hunt it was, all the animals came out from the corners of the earth. The animal in me and in you. All the right-wrong arm wrestlers were getting drunk with the black and white extremists who pulled out their moves at the good-bad dances. Some of them were watching out for the costumed-up and crazed rightwing - leftwing ones carrying freshly sharpened righteousness in their back pockets ready to fight, or was it protect? With all this drunkenness on duality the whole mob started to look the same in the end. What was the objective? Wait, what was the objective? With all this science, I don't understand.

You had forgotten who you were, humanity.

It happens to the best of us, I know. I was there, yet somehow slipped through the wormhole of awareness and am standing back looking at myself. I am here with you (so that you don't feel alone.) It is a twisty time, isn't it? Suddenly, quite out of the blue. 2020 began and it didn't matter how you preferred your latte, how you word your dating profile or what references you put on your resume. Suddenly, the address you carry, the school you went to, that all faded into the background the pace of your heartbeat. As your senses started to come through for you, it happened. Turning over and over in your mind was a voice - a bit louder now- beginning to make out a pattern you felt somewhere before.

You just needed to stand back, slow down, put your hand on your chest, breathe into it a couple minutes and there it was...

"Of the two, take whole."

Where did that saying come from, again?

Ah, yes, that meditation teacher you met on retreat. He left you with this equivalent to a Zen koan as an answer to a question. Annoyed, you had chewed on it for weeks, a little miffed, I know. Something he meant to gift you in a way that it would arrive in the forefront when you needed it most. It pierced through life's duality, seemingly true -from the lens of survival mind- short term thinking was meant to keep us alive (but barely, in this human zoo.) When you stood back and tuned in to the inner view, you entered a reality that witnesses duality, and herein lies the proof.

Reality is not what we can slice between an 'either' and an 'or.'

It is the seeds of possibility alive -yet invisible- in the space between. We cannot see the seeds until we believe in them. To believe we have to remember. To remember we need rituals of attunement, and who has time in between fact-checking every life choice, for such a non-productive task as that? The weapons of mass distraction were so convincing in their impending doom. There was always a moving goalpost of peace on the air, on the news. One day, the next day, it would all go back to normal, right? Nobody came out and promised it, for this would be a sign of weakness in the human zoo.

To be continued...