What has been going on in Kenya these past days is just one example of a worldwide mindset that humanity steadfastly refuses to change, all the while it earnestly cries out for help in stopping the way human beings are treating each other everywhere.
Take a look at the headlines of just the past few days…
Picnic site blast kills over 80 Afghans
Reuters reports that “a suicide bomber killed more than 80 people at a picnic spot in the southern Afghan province of Kandahar on Sunday in the most deadly attack since the Taliban were ousted in 2001.”
Police: Dead student victim of serial rapist
CNN reports from Reno, Nevada that “a 19-year-old college student missing since she was abducted nearly a month ago was strangled by a serial rapist who has attacked at least two other women and may strike again, police said Saturday.”
And then, of course, we have the ongoing killing in Kenya, the tragedy in Darfur, the brutality and murder that we see every day in every place on this planet.
In my view, all of it — all of it — derives from a case of mistaken identity. We simply do not know who we really are.
We have a major decision to make here, ladies and gentlemen. A major decision. We have to decide, as a humanity, whether we are all members of the same family, whether we are All One, or whether we are separate from each other, never having been and never intending to be connected in any way.
All of humanity’s ills, all of its dysfunctional and tragically violent behaviors, would disappear from the face of the earth if the family human would simply adopt a new point of view about itself and about the experience that we call Life.
My brother Bryan died last Thursday (yes, on Valentine’s Day), and I have been thinking very hard since then about life and death and the whole time in between, about who we are and why we are here, about what, if anything, happens after we leave — and about how to make the best and the most of all the moments that each of us have left during this Physicality.
The one thing that I have come to understand even more profoundly than I did before is that each moment is golden, each moment is an unspeakable treasure, and each moment offers us an exquisite and unparalleled opportunity to decide and to declare, to become and to fulfill, our grandest notion around all of this. Our grandest notion about Who We Are, and the Purpose of All Life.
Conversations with God told me that the purpose of life is to recreate yourself anew in the next golden moment of Now in the grandest version of the greatest vision ever you held about who you are.
Of course, in over to create the next version of that, you would have to know what “that” is. You would have to know who you are.
CWG helps us here, too. “Who you are,” it tells us, “is that which is Divine.”
And so, too, is everyone else. We are all part of That Which Is Divine. We are all a part of God. All Things are One Thing. There is only One Thing, and All Things are part of the Only Thing There Is.
In short, we are all the Same Stuff. And there is no separation in the Stuff That Is. God is in no way Separate From Itself. It cannot be. By definition, it cannot be. We are all part of the One Thing that we call God. We are All One.
Okay, so much for Who We Are. Now…what is the “next grandest version” of that? That’s for you to decide.
Each of us are deciding that right here, right now. Currently, we are deciding that we are not Who We Are. We are choosing to reject the truth of our being, and to live an illusion as if it were real. The illusion, of course, is the illusion of Separation. It is the thought that says “I” am over here, and “you” are over there.
In Ultimate Reality there is no boundary line, there is no borderline, between us. There is only US. I know that this is “old hat” to regular readers where. But what do you think it would take to make it the operating understanding of people everywhere?
New leadership, for one thing. New leadership in the halls of government, in academia, in spiritual communities, in all of humanity’s societies. And then, new ideas. New thoughts and new cultural stories that we can share with each other and with our children.
The world is begging for this. Indeed, the world may not survive without it.
There is only one thing that can stop the wanton killing on Planet Earth. We must come to an understanding that when we are killing each other, we are killing ourselves.
Look, we have only a finite period of time here. Then we turn everything over to those who follow us — just as my brother Bryan did for his children and grandchildren last week. What kind of a world are we going to be turning over here? Are we handing our children and theirs a nightmare? Or can we bequeath to them the world of which all of humanity has forever dreamed?
What is going on in Kenya (and around the world) could never happen if we thought we were All One. If your pain was my pain, your sadness was my sadness, your experience was my experience, we could never treat each other the way we do.
Our extrication from this mess begins when we start with ourselves, when we tell ourselves a new story, when we open our minds to a new idea about Who We Are in relation to each other, in relation to God, and in relation to Life Itself.
But we must do more than just talk a good game. We must live it. We must live our belief in Oneness, or that belief becomes nothing more than a fairy tale.