It’s a sunny but frosty early February morning here at the edge of the continent. After the previous stormy days and nights, the brightness now is remarkable. Amazingly, we are nearly twenty percent into the pivotal century where everything everywhere changes. I am standing by a long stretch of grass while my little dog is completing her business. People are beginning to emerge from their dwellings. Americans are some of the more violent and aggressive representatives of a violent and aggressive species, and even more so when they enter their automobiles and speed off on their missions. Gender once mattered in that respect, but apparently no longer. Everyone seems to be on the verge of murder, set off by the least annoyance — so much pervasive unhappiness, so much disconnection from source!
Wisely, my dog has already made herself invisible. I try to follow suit, but am only about sixty percent successful, due no doubt to my laziness in effort and concentration. Some of the angry ones spot me, and I can tell they are thinking disturbing thoughts. There is a desperate kind of frenzy right behind their eyes. Despite their clever masks and cosmetic disguises, it still bleeds through. I send them love, but often it is mixed with pity, repulsion, and a trace of dismay. Clearly, I still have a lot to learn about judgment, about not allowing the head to habitually sabotage the heart. It’s the arrogance of a view still tainted by the dualism of self vs others, which persists on increasingly subtler levels regardless of any epiphanies to the contrary. The natural and dominant human tendency is towards separation based on perpetual grasping and avoidance. It is only when the soul light is able to penetrate the conditioned armor of hard-heartedness from the inside that true recognition and subsequent softening can happen. It’s why we practice.