A quick note here. We are in a time of tremendous volatility, not just externally, but for many people internally as well. On a daily basis, it seems, the world is flipping from one timeline to another to another. The future looks dark; I blink my eyes and all is bright. A blue sky fills with clouds in a minute, then they are gone again. Multiple realities coexist on a single planet. Multiple realities coexist in a single person.
I find myself in an utterly isolated space this past year. Having turned 72, significant only in having to accept that I have witnessed this body age at an extraordinary pace these past couple of years. I am an ole hippy who held the vision of "love one another, sisterhood and brotherhood, peace" and as years passed, felt more and more alien in this world. Early on in 2020, I recognized the insanity and began researching, going down one rabbit hole after another, in shock and awe repeatedly as illusions and delusions were shattered and the horrors, corruption and lies revealed. Gone is the community in which I used to live, my home, my work, clients (I've done healing work my entire life), my "friends", fellow healers, teachers I trusted and looked to for guidance and affirmation, my family and all familiar landmarks as I've been renting a room in a stranger's home and she has no interest in communicating from the heart. I was deemed a "threat to humanity" as I wandered maskless, fearless and free, along the ocean shores of my once island community. Retirement always a foreign concept, I watch my little savings dwindle and wonder what will happen when Social Security ends. The purge has been breath-taking, thorough and complete...profoundly heart-breaking and traumatizing. I weep at any image of love, beauty and redemption that appears before me online or in a movie. I come across people on my walks in Nature and am asked if I'm vaccinated, only to have them pull away and spew ridiculous untruths. I tried connecting with people in groups for awhile but it leaves me unnourished and empty. Recognizing the brilliant Intelligence of this orchestration of utter isolation and solitude, the only direction was inward to the silence and stillness of the Being...I surrendered...a moment to moment undertaking that never fails to bring me to a place of unspeakable yet terrifying Peace and emptiness. I recognized the collective psychoses that comes from not knowing our True Identity and allowed the painful realization of the mirror reflection. There is no more ambition or desire. I diligently and devotedly stay vigilant to what is unfolding, and delight in those magnificent beings who are speaking out for Truth, Freedom, Peace and Love. Your heart, Charles Eisenstein is a beautiful beacon of Light. It seems the part I am playing is as a Holder of Gracious Space, in constant prayer that humanity discovers its True Identity. The miracles needed will come from our discovered and shared Divinity, the majesty, power, intelligence and pure Love that we, in Truth, are. The frigid temps and frozen, snow-covered earth where I live cause an ineffable longing for Springtime, a flowering both within and without. I am simply here, being the Light of the World. I await the arising of Source energy to guide me to kindred souls and a welcoming place on the planet. I ride the waves of devastating emotion, frightening thoughts, painful sensations and discover over and over...I am not any of that...I am here, Gracious Space, holding, allowing, witnessing this transformation, this crucifixtion, this inevitable resurrection. Blessings and Love to all of you! Love only is Real.
I have felt this manic depression this month. Wilds swings every week. I have a small law firm and few folks come in the doors, since we have normalized Zoom meetings, Zoom Court, and Zoom consults and appointments. It is day of joy when I am airbudsless and can visit for a few minutes with our also human interaction starved mailman. Dealing with parents in crisis, whose children have been placed in temporary (and some eventual permanent) state care, is some days daunting, discouraging, and maddening. But working with this population also has bright lights when parents succeed in reunifying with their kids and the cases are dismissed.
I am 19 months from age 70, when I plan to hang up my legal hat and transition to more joyful, soulful work creating and facilitating ceremonies like weddings and funerals. As I consider my work and business now, and what I need to do to close the present, sell the house, move to a more conservative friendly state with more personal freedoms, it is all overlaid with the current ongoing mania in my state for masks, mandates, jabs, and restrictions. It is fraught with concern that I could be forced to break my commercial lease early, sell my house as is, move without a plan preparing the way. It is steeped in worry that our financial system could collapse as some predict, and if not that, at least worry that inflation will hamper my financial ability to exit as I have envisioned for the past five years.
It is such a liminal time! So much uncertainty! The usual uncertainty that comes with life transitions is magnified due to the forces on one side pushing for a Great Reset and the forces on the other doing all possible to instigate a Great Awakening of the American and world population to prevent what appears to be an worldwide authoritarian takeover using Covid now and Climate Change as the next act to bring it to fruition.
My most overriding sense is, we who are alive today, no matter what generation, we’re born for this very experience. I believe we chose to be here for this time, this experience, andd we are the bravest of the brave. We are the greatest and mightiest spiritual warriors who chose to be born in order to be here, in this time. Every action, no matter how small, matters. Quantum theory tells us that a butterfly fluttering its wings on one side of the world impacts something far, far away. Heartmath Institute has proven that positive thoughts by a small group of people watching a surgery on video, cause less bleeding and adverse events than a surgery without the intentional thoughts vibrating into the ether. By just standing firm in our principles, by just smiling maskless, at people on the street or in a store, or believing that all this is part of a bigger picture that we cannot see, but our positive part in it will make a difference, we will change the world in a way we do not now know but it will be the best that is yet to come. When I start feeling depressed, I j hold that thought. I hold the idea that my part is small, but very important. All I am obligated to do is hold on to the thought that we are not here by accident. We will someday see the big picture and understand. Until then, all my dear friends, hold fast to the rod.
Thank you ❤ I needed this in this exact moment as I sit in confusion and despair of my relationship just ending due to the collective polarity and brainwashing of hate.. I am doing my best to see that glimmer of light.
Thank you Charles and YES! You are so spot on and I am left feeling less alone. I am traveling in Portugal with my son. It is an intentional search for somewhere I can go where I am less uncomfortable as my small and scenic Colorado town no longer feels like home. My son and I took turns having Covid, which in a bigger picture was nice as we cared for one another and did not suffer much from it other than the fear, in my case, of what could happen… There have been a number of days I have said to my son, “I am so happy,” and surprised myself with the words. There have been a number of times we are talking and I start to cry…for so many reasons. And there was one day when I said I wanted to just tune things out and I put my hands over my ears and said, “La, la, la, la….” And that makes me laugh as I have done and felt so many things you write about. And like one of your commenters, I am worried about inflation and personal financial security; I am ready to go home and sell my house and move to a nearby state, and maybe a new country (and that feels unreal as the mind says that it is easier to stay and do nothing—it is what keeps people in an abusive situation after all—and I feel unwelcome in my town where tests are now required to see a play, unless one is vaccinated…and even then, the masked audience is just too much to bear somehow). But mostly, there is an overarching invitation to trust. Things are working out in these travels with my son, and it is good. Better I know than anything I could have planned. I have met a few harsh people here. Mostly though I have been met with tremendous support and care, which often puts me into one of those tearful states as beauty in any form somehow can touch a deep place and that seems to often be the place of tears. Keep writing Charles, as long as it serves you. You and your on-line group—even the comments here, have nourished my soul and continue to do so. I feel less alone as some friendships and family relationships have become more distant and the world changes, I hold to the rope of my own integrity despite it all and what I read from you today encourages me. I know if I let go, I would lose myself. And my soul remembers too much to do that—no matter how alone I may feel. And I and we are not alone…
We are feeling and exploring the whole spectrum and range of our feeling landscape in preparation for creating resilience in ourselves and also creating wildly inclusive communities for the future. We have to feel all of it..the highs and lows and know that deeply within us. Our frequency has to change to love..to goodwill for others, compassion if we are to create our world anew. Media has us believing we are few. My friends...we are a LARGE wave of goodness, of HEART connected beings radiating freedom and love wherever we go...in whatever we see. Dhamma is on our side. Big LOVE to everyone from Africa.
Aww, Charles, thanks for using my work, I'm delighted to be have been able to illustrate your wonderful writing in a small way. My partner just read it and said it's actually very pertinent to me, and articulated so much of what I've been feeling and trying to express and explore with him..He feels similar too. So many of us resonating with what you say here and lovely to have a space here in the comments to connect with you all without trolls!
I don't think I have ever lived so much in the present moment as I am doing now, since the future has never been so uncertain. I'm not as brave as I'd like to be, but I hope I'm helping to nudge this world towards that guiding light.
It never ceases to astonish me how you manage to put words to my inner world so accurately, and with such timely precision, again and again. Thank you Charles. For extending a warm hand and for allowing that small dot of hope to become larger and brighter.
Thank you for this, it rings true to me. I often feel like I'm just sitting with the sadness, and trying not to negate it by reminding myself how much better off I am than others. Why would that make me feel better? It just makes me feel fragile and vulnerable and bad for everyone else. I've started imagining that others have secret sparks of happiness and that things are working out for them. Every time I feel joy, I send the ripples out.
Recently I have felt more hopeful. Removing myself from mainstream life helps. I then have to to dig deep when I am made aware of the madding crowd and try to keep that feeling of connection to somewhere that’s ok. Being really friendly with strangers is good too. Something I think I never bothered so much with, leaving it at polite.
Until this tide drastically changes - for every hour spent consumed with dread and fear is one hour wasted in your life. Don't ignore but do not despair either. Live everyday to your absolute fullest and appreciate life.
"Just saying, if you have been fluctuating between elation and despair, you are not alone. If despondency colors the breaking dawn, you are not alone. If a single ray of light (like a warm hello) dispels the despondency, you are not alone. If that hope is so fragile that a mere ill glance shatters it, you are not alone." This totally describes my experience lately. Thank you, Charles for making me realize I am not as alone as I feel...
I know many cannot have land and animals to feed and take care of. It is a means for me and mine to almost totally ignore the chaos going on. We tend our land, our animals, and go on about our lives with little thought to the crumbling cities we see on the news.
One will ask themselves, how many times have my skills in animal husbandry, growing crops, driving long-haul trucks, etc, been ridiculed by those now seeing their cities come apart at the seams, wondering [finally] "where does my food come from"? Even the material to patch potholes, asphalt, concrete, all come from outside these mega hives of mimetic contagion, that seems to sway and swoon the occupants to every wind of doctrine?
Locust become so, through agitation. As grasshoppers breed and crawl upon one another, [often during drought and lack of food] they metamorphosis into a raving starving madness which becomes the locust.
The frenzy eventually subsides, as will some of this.
California U-haul companies ran out of trucks. People leaving the hive mind in droves. Unfortunately, many will bring their locust mind set with them. Not realizing their very actions for leaving were caused by they, themselves.
You city folk are scary creatures. Easily swayed by anything, anyone.
Get up at the crack of dawn to the mooing,bleating, nickering, crowing of farm animals, and all of this[ALL OF IT!!] seems quite trivial.
This hellish era is the greatest betrayal of humanity. It’s my immediate reaction when someone turns on tv propaganda, hear the outlandish lies hissed by corrupt psychopaths; read script that is sold as news. Betrayal. Every damn day.
And it fades for precious moments, hours when laughter, love & prayer renew hope & determination to expose the bastards.
I find myself in an utterly isolated space this past year. Having turned 72, significant only in having to accept that I have witnessed this body age at an extraordinary pace these past couple of years. I am an ole hippy who held the vision of "love one another, sisterhood and brotherhood, peace" and as years passed, felt more and more alien in this world. Early on in 2020, I recognized the insanity and began researching, going down one rabbit hole after another, in shock and awe repeatedly as illusions and delusions were shattered and the horrors, corruption and lies revealed. Gone is the community in which I used to live, my home, my work, clients (I've done healing work my entire life), my "friends", fellow healers, teachers I trusted and looked to for guidance and affirmation, my family and all familiar landmarks as I've been renting a room in a stranger's home and she has no interest in communicating from the heart. I was deemed a "threat to humanity" as I wandered maskless, fearless and free, along the ocean shores of my once island community. Retirement always a foreign concept, I watch my little savings dwindle and wonder what will happen when Social Security ends. The purge has been breath-taking, thorough and complete...profoundly heart-breaking and traumatizing. I weep at any image of love, beauty and redemption that appears before me online or in a movie. I come across people on my walks in Nature and am asked if I'm vaccinated, only to have them pull away and spew ridiculous untruths. I tried connecting with people in groups for awhile but it leaves me unnourished and empty. Recognizing the brilliant Intelligence of this orchestration of utter isolation and solitude, the only direction was inward to the silence and stillness of the Being...I surrendered...a moment to moment undertaking that never fails to bring me to a place of unspeakable yet terrifying Peace and emptiness. I recognized the collective psychoses that comes from not knowing our True Identity and allowed the painful realization of the mirror reflection. There is no more ambition or desire. I diligently and devotedly stay vigilant to what is unfolding, and delight in those magnificent beings who are speaking out for Truth, Freedom, Peace and Love. Your heart, Charles Eisenstein is a beautiful beacon of Light. It seems the part I am playing is as a Holder of Gracious Space, in constant prayer that humanity discovers its True Identity. The miracles needed will come from our discovered and shared Divinity, the majesty, power, intelligence and pure Love that we, in Truth, are. The frigid temps and frozen, snow-covered earth where I live cause an ineffable longing for Springtime, a flowering both within and without. I am simply here, being the Light of the World. I await the arising of Source energy to guide me to kindred souls and a welcoming place on the planet. I ride the waves of devastating emotion, frightening thoughts, painful sensations and discover over and over...I am not any of that...I am here, Gracious Space, holding, allowing, witnessing this transformation, this crucifixtion, this inevitable resurrection. Blessings and Love to all of you! Love only is Real.
I have felt this manic depression this month. Wilds swings every week. I have a small law firm and few folks come in the doors, since we have normalized Zoom meetings, Zoom Court, and Zoom consults and appointments. It is day of joy when I am airbudsless and can visit for a few minutes with our also human interaction starved mailman. Dealing with parents in crisis, whose children have been placed in temporary (and some eventual permanent) state care, is some days daunting, discouraging, and maddening. But working with this population also has bright lights when parents succeed in reunifying with their kids and the cases are dismissed.
I am 19 months from age 70, when I plan to hang up my legal hat and transition to more joyful, soulful work creating and facilitating ceremonies like weddings and funerals. As I consider my work and business now, and what I need to do to close the present, sell the house, move to a more conservative friendly state with more personal freedoms, it is all overlaid with the current ongoing mania in my state for masks, mandates, jabs, and restrictions. It is fraught with concern that I could be forced to break my commercial lease early, sell my house as is, move without a plan preparing the way. It is steeped in worry that our financial system could collapse as some predict, and if not that, at least worry that inflation will hamper my financial ability to exit as I have envisioned for the past five years.
It is such a liminal time! So much uncertainty! The usual uncertainty that comes with life transitions is magnified due to the forces on one side pushing for a Great Reset and the forces on the other doing all possible to instigate a Great Awakening of the American and world population to prevent what appears to be an worldwide authoritarian takeover using Covid now and Climate Change as the next act to bring it to fruition.
My most overriding sense is, we who are alive today, no matter what generation, we’re born for this very experience. I believe we chose to be here for this time, this experience, andd we are the bravest of the brave. We are the greatest and mightiest spiritual warriors who chose to be born in order to be here, in this time. Every action, no matter how small, matters. Quantum theory tells us that a butterfly fluttering its wings on one side of the world impacts something far, far away. Heartmath Institute has proven that positive thoughts by a small group of people watching a surgery on video, cause less bleeding and adverse events than a surgery without the intentional thoughts vibrating into the ether. By just standing firm in our principles, by just smiling maskless, at people on the street or in a store, or believing that all this is part of a bigger picture that we cannot see, but our positive part in it will make a difference, we will change the world in a way we do not now know but it will be the best that is yet to come. When I start feeling depressed, I j hold that thought. I hold the idea that my part is small, but very important. All I am obligated to do is hold on to the thought that we are not here by accident. We will someday see the big picture and understand. Until then, all my dear friends, hold fast to the rod.
Thank you ❤ I needed this in this exact moment as I sit in confusion and despair of my relationship just ending due to the collective polarity and brainwashing of hate.. I am doing my best to see that glimmer of light.
Thank you Charles and YES! You are so spot on and I am left feeling less alone. I am traveling in Portugal with my son. It is an intentional search for somewhere I can go where I am less uncomfortable as my small and scenic Colorado town no longer feels like home. My son and I took turns having Covid, which in a bigger picture was nice as we cared for one another and did not suffer much from it other than the fear, in my case, of what could happen… There have been a number of days I have said to my son, “I am so happy,” and surprised myself with the words. There have been a number of times we are talking and I start to cry…for so many reasons. And there was one day when I said I wanted to just tune things out and I put my hands over my ears and said, “La, la, la, la….” And that makes me laugh as I have done and felt so many things you write about. And like one of your commenters, I am worried about inflation and personal financial security; I am ready to go home and sell my house and move to a nearby state, and maybe a new country (and that feels unreal as the mind says that it is easier to stay and do nothing—it is what keeps people in an abusive situation after all—and I feel unwelcome in my town where tests are now required to see a play, unless one is vaccinated…and even then, the masked audience is just too much to bear somehow). But mostly, there is an overarching invitation to trust. Things are working out in these travels with my son, and it is good. Better I know than anything I could have planned. I have met a few harsh people here. Mostly though I have been met with tremendous support and care, which often puts me into one of those tearful states as beauty in any form somehow can touch a deep place and that seems to often be the place of tears. Keep writing Charles, as long as it serves you. You and your on-line group—even the comments here, have nourished my soul and continue to do so. I feel less alone as some friendships and family relationships have become more distant and the world changes, I hold to the rope of my own integrity despite it all and what I read from you today encourages me. I know if I let go, I would lose myself. And my soul remembers too much to do that—no matter how alone I may feel. And I and we are not alone…
Been feeling it tingle in my solar plexus all week. I think we’re about to go through a massive shift. Hold onto your britches! We got this.
We are feeling and exploring the whole spectrum and range of our feeling landscape in preparation for creating resilience in ourselves and also creating wildly inclusive communities for the future. We have to feel all of it..the highs and lows and know that deeply within us. Our frequency has to change to love..to goodwill for others, compassion if we are to create our world anew. Media has us believing we are few. My friends...we are a LARGE wave of goodness, of HEART connected beings radiating freedom and love wherever we go...in whatever we see. Dhamma is on our side. Big LOVE to everyone from Africa.
Aww, Charles, thanks for using my work, I'm delighted to be have been able to illustrate your wonderful writing in a small way. My partner just read it and said it's actually very pertinent to me, and articulated so much of what I've been feeling and trying to express and explore with him..He feels similar too. So many of us resonating with what you say here and lovely to have a space here in the comments to connect with you all without trolls!
I don't think I have ever lived so much in the present moment as I am doing now, since the future has never been so uncertain. I'm not as brave as I'd like to be, but I hope I'm helping to nudge this world towards that guiding light.
I am hopeful but worried that my hopefulness is naivety
It never ceases to astonish me how you manage to put words to my inner world so accurately, and with such timely precision, again and again. Thank you Charles. For extending a warm hand and for allowing that small dot of hope to become larger and brighter.
Thank you for this, it rings true to me. I often feel like I'm just sitting with the sadness, and trying not to negate it by reminding myself how much better off I am than others. Why would that make me feel better? It just makes me feel fragile and vulnerable and bad for everyone else. I've started imagining that others have secret sparks of happiness and that things are working out for them. Every time I feel joy, I send the ripples out.
Recently I have felt more hopeful. Removing myself from mainstream life helps. I then have to to dig deep when I am made aware of the madding crowd and try to keep that feeling of connection to somewhere that’s ok. Being really friendly with strangers is good too. Something I think I never bothered so much with, leaving it at polite.
Until this tide drastically changes - for every hour spent consumed with dread and fear is one hour wasted in your life. Don't ignore but do not despair either. Live everyday to your absolute fullest and appreciate life.
"Just saying, if you have been fluctuating between elation and despair, you are not alone. If despondency colors the breaking dawn, you are not alone. If a single ray of light (like a warm hello) dispels the despondency, you are not alone. If that hope is so fragile that a mere ill glance shatters it, you are not alone." This totally describes my experience lately. Thank you, Charles for making me realize I am not as alone as I feel...
I know many cannot have land and animals to feed and take care of. It is a means for me and mine to almost totally ignore the chaos going on. We tend our land, our animals, and go on about our lives with little thought to the crumbling cities we see on the news.
One will ask themselves, how many times have my skills in animal husbandry, growing crops, driving long-haul trucks, etc, been ridiculed by those now seeing their cities come apart at the seams, wondering [finally] "where does my food come from"? Even the material to patch potholes, asphalt, concrete, all come from outside these mega hives of mimetic contagion, that seems to sway and swoon the occupants to every wind of doctrine?
Locust become so, through agitation. As grasshoppers breed and crawl upon one another, [often during drought and lack of food] they metamorphosis into a raving starving madness which becomes the locust.
The frenzy eventually subsides, as will some of this.
California U-haul companies ran out of trucks. People leaving the hive mind in droves. Unfortunately, many will bring their locust mind set with them. Not realizing their very actions for leaving were caused by they, themselves.
You city folk are scary creatures. Easily swayed by anything, anyone.
Get up at the crack of dawn to the mooing,bleating, nickering, crowing of farm animals, and all of this[ALL OF IT!!] seems quite trivial.
This hellish era is the greatest betrayal of humanity. It’s my immediate reaction when someone turns on tv propaganda, hear the outlandish lies hissed by corrupt psychopaths; read script that is sold as news. Betrayal. Every damn day.
And it fades for precious moments, hours when laughter, love & prayer renew hope & determination to expose the bastards.