OCCUPY ONE HEART ~ We are the 11-11-11
OCCUPY ONE HEART ~ We are the 11-11-11…
KONA, HI ~ Occupy Wall Street may look like a scary story, but it’s actually a sacred story, an expression of the eternal return, akin to the story of Jesus returning to expel the moneychangers from the temple. Think of the Movement as a great Teacher, our planetary body rising as one to remember who we are: a love vibration, coming together to celebrate our evolution, compassion and the delight of moving with clear and loving intention.
With more than 200 people continuing in regular protests here on the Big Island, 500 and more demonstrators in Pittsburgh, thousands in Vienna and London, and 100,000 gathering in Rome and London – The Occupying Movements are not shattering structures. They are shattering stereotypes. People in more than 80 countries have made an intelligent global assessment that social and economic inequality, corporate greed, the influence of lobbyists, and education based on profiteering must be reversed. The Movement is calling into resonance with nature so we can balance, re-learn what love really is, and realize the full potential of our time.
We are of one mind on this in our neighborhood, if you don’t count my beloved 94-year Republican neighbor who invited us to dinner several days ago. Between my second glass of soda water and the perfectly grilled fresh ahi, the subject of Liberty Plaza came up.
The protesters are just jealous, she insisted.
No, I said. They’re jobless, and many are homeless too.
Whose problem is that? my blue-haired friend asked, accusingly, in a tone of voice that sounded, for a 94-year-old white woman from Chicago, like the tenor of Herman Cain.
They’re professional complainers, somebody said.
Somebody chimed in, I think you have to judge people where they’re at, not where we want them to be.
I don’t know why we have to judge people at all, I said. Isn’t it our job to love people first?
Ignoring my remark, Grammy reminded us that as one of the 1%, she certainly deserved her lavish wealth, because she was better than – and here was the key to her misconception – she was better than them.
It’s complicated, I told her, and to give myself a moment to collect my thoughts, I put my forkful of food in my mouth. At her rich succulent dinner table, it was clear there were many things she was better at. Investing in stocks for instance, having earned enough money to buy better health insurance, to have excellent medical treatment. She was better at outlasting almost everyone. She was perhaps better at Latin, as she noted, beginning to recite some.
As she carpe diemed and clavis aureaphiled, I chewed, reminding me that, after all, life is a journey through a temple. We feast, work and frolic with companions who are mirrors for us to see the dark and light contours of creation, aspects of our common ground.
Facing the friend, the enemy, the wounded, the blamers, the greedy, the needy, the awakening ones, the leaders, victims and crooks, seeing ourselves face-to-face with ourselves. We are one. We are the 2012 generation facing the one wounded place everyone wants to heal: the heart.
Here at dinner with my 1% friend, I identified with the protesters, the 99%, but I also had to admit I had, at least once or twice in my life or lifetimes, thought myself superior to lowly others. When had I been a snob? Or through greed, exploited others, and then felt the need to blame the victims when they voiced grievances against me, to avoid my own shameful feelings?
I told my Doppelgänger friend that night at dinner that the thieves who have wrecked our ecosystems and economy had to be brought to justice.
We’re at the dawn of the new world, I said. Since love broke out in Liberty Plaza, there’s no more need for war. There never really was, but at least now there are more ears ready to hear, hands ready to help and occupied hearts resonating with the true story line which has finally caught fire.
We’re all in this one world together, I said, stabbing at the air with my fork now, like an impassioned symphony conductor, a female orator in favor of the alchemy of one-heartedness. I wasn’t angry, until later, after she said, you know, Obama is the worst racist there ever was. He hates all white people.
When you realize how much pain somebody has to be in to assume such a certainty about another, when so clearly they are what they rally against, you see how perfect a dance has been choreographed by the organizers of the Occupy Movement. They aren’t charging out against anything or anyone, except to say money and politics should be distanced, and the gods of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness reexamined in terms of modern reality.
We are a species of seven billion people and growing. Needing deep drafts of the wake-up medicine, cosmic kindness, we stop ourselves from bloated living, frightened sleeping. See yourself being kind, mature, capable and thoughtful, amazed but respecting like a scientist the leviathan, the modern parasite banking has become, looking in the mirror, flaring, snaring and then daring to dance on top of the bull’s snout. Show it off, we know what we’re about.
One balanced proposition, to ride the primordial fields of fairness into the new world of not only reading, ‘riting and ‘rithmetic but 3 more Rs – relationships, responsibility and reason. We are really ONE, a unity, an open, one-hearted presence, and that is what the celebrations on 11-11-11 may be all about. After all, we are the sons and daughters of the masters and slaves, the invaders and the dead, the immortals and the rest.
We are the protesters and the ones we are fighting against. This inflammation of opposites in the planetary body compelled me to seek out calming light. I found a dusty old book, The Gospel of Mary Magdalene, translated from the Coptic and with commentary by Jean-Yves Leloup.
Oh, those French. Oh, those dusty old books, gone the way of Model Ts until they save your mind, or your life! Mary Magdalene described the Teacher Jesus as always guiding her to look within, to find the Teacher within. “Attachment to matter gives rise to passion against nature. Thus trouble arises in the whole body.”
The 99% are asking the 1% who are so attached to matter that they are willing to ignore global warming, destabilize the global economy and live in disharmony with nature. “Be in harmony. . .” said the Teacher. And “if you are out of balance, take inspiration from manifestations of your true nature. Those who have ears, let them hear.”
The Teacher – like the Occupy Movement — doesn’t teach a belief system or rail against others. Instead, a good Teacher reminds us of facts that are both hard to hear and good to hear, that troubles begin as attachment to and passion against nature.
Our soul-troubles and body-troubles begin in disharmony with nature. The Teacher’s aim – the aim of Occupiers all over the globe — is for us to abandon the troubled state and become whole, wholesome — return to our true nature. One Christian father, Saint John of Damascus, phrased it, “Conversion is the return to what is with nature from what is against it.”
Our systems became so skewed in the last decade that many were misled to believe feeling love, giving love, and receiving love – the purpose of life – could somehow emerge from owning objects and having power over others. I doubt there was ever a dictator that that died happy. Good partners on the journey of life almost always do.
The illusion we’ve been taught is that we can and should possess things. Rather than being here to love each other, we were misled to think we’re here to judge each other. We were not created to possess or to judge, but to “be with.. .”, to align, to love and share good vibrations, excellence and our kind, mature, joy-driven creations.
Wall Street Occupiers, in refusing to make a concrete set of demands, are making the most fundamental demand of all, that we “be with” ourselves, others and the world situation in a loving way. Really take a moment and catch our breath. We’ve climbed the evolutionary chain at lightning speed and at the top of – or at least a branching of — the genetic tree, we can examine the old reptilian ways of domination and get a feel for consensus — feeling first, harboring a general agreement, and second, developing a group sentiment or plan. Consensus originated from a Latin word meaning literally feel together.
Our true intentions for this planet have arisen from the grassroots up, and the integrity of the whole system depends on fostering love in every single relationship. That means smiling in the check-out lane at the grocery store or commenting on a co-worker’s kindness. The warm flame ignites everywhere, mostly in the center of the chest where fear used to be.
We are guests in a house of love, our bodies, our home planet. We who join the march to connect, laugh, share, aspire and inspire, clean up after ourselves, work with joy and be respectful of others, we Floral Age pioneers dance with equanimity and grace in our one temple called life. We shower the world with our loving thoughts, the extraordinary presence of mother love and father freedom. Life systems have called us together to Occupy One Relaxed Heart, in our homes and on the march, at work, in our schools and shops, on the internet, in our spiritual and scientific communities, where the one heart of calm and abiding love has already saved us.
The loving communion that brought us here to this dance called life is the undercurrent of loving communication that will carry us through. In nature, when an invasive substance parasitically installs itself on the back of living creatures, healing forces radiate, rising up to light, evicting the culprits.
The brave bevy of citizens standing, walking and waving, dancing, making music and singing, loving the moment we knew peace had broken out, one by one, people have heard the call. Loving hearts are swarming; elders are rising from their wheelchairs, joining the revolution of the heart.
To life in the new world, where feelings are shared, trust is nourished, bridges are built and all leaders are cooperating to cultivate the good. The middle-class has awakened, and veterans of war, wealth and Wall Street are being held accountable. To be accountable as good stewards of the land, gentle guides of the children, forgiving partners, and firm communicators of the power of love to heal, educate and enlist others in saving more than our financial security, more than our lives — to save the soul of our fragile planet, our mother, our ancestor, our one earth. Love is the new law of the land!
And so it is. So be it!
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2) REVOLUTION OF THE HEART
The Loom of Love manifesto, written and published in Maui Magazine, December, 2006, reminds us that each an every action matters. Loving intention, loving communication and loving action – in the lineage of great peacemakers like Martin Luther King and Mahatma Ghandi – will solve every problem, fill every need. Enjoy!
THE LOOM OF LOVE AND HOW IT MAKES MATTER
Most of us have probably heard that in Bali, there’s no word for “artist,” because to be human is to be an artist. Every human being is an artist.
I Love that, not only because I spent much of the 1980s and 1990s in Bali, and was part of a community of artists who made flower offerings, dances, poetry, and theater for the Loom of Love, but because I know deep down in my soul that we’re all artists of the heart.
The greatest challenge of the 21st century will be learning how to bring about a renaissance, a revolution of the heart, so that we recognize that our lives are works of art. If we figure out how to connect to each other in such a way that we can Love life itself as well as each other — all humans, all of Nature, and the cosmos — then we can stop wars, reverse global warming, and create Planetary Peace in the New Time. The love I’m talking about interweaves all of Nature.
That may sound simplistic and idealistic. So it is. Albert Einstein said, “Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.” So here’s the simple truth, the Loom of Love percolates through all things. The Loom of Love attracts the planets to the Sun, aligns our moon in orbit around the Earth, and connects you to me across vast space and limitless time.
It may be a mistake to think Love is really about Loving new fossil fuel sources, or Loving a new car, a pair of designer shoes, Häagen-Dazs ice cream, or your new laptop computer. Although a friend recently said to me, “I don’t really ‘Love’ computers, I just say that to get them into bed with me”.
The Love I’m talking about interweaves all of Nature.
The Love I’m talking about would not forget the commandment that says “thou shall not kill”, would not drill in the Alaskan wildlife refuge, and would not invade other countries in the name of our so-called Love of democracy when it’s really about our Love of oil. These are not Loving actions.
They show we’re not really Loving our neighbor, and certainly not Loving Nature. These unLoving actions stem from fear and the myth that there’s never enough. On the Loom of Love, there is enough. Planet Earth is not LIKE a loom. The natural, biological processes of life ARE a loom, a weaving of the elements – earth, air, fire, water, and the intelligent life-force, or what we call in Yoga, prana, that integrates these elements into one dance of life.
A loom is an apparatus for making thread into cloth by weaving strands together. Chief Seattle had this idea in mind in the 19th century when he said, “We do not weave the web of life. We are merely strands in it. What we do to the web, we do to ourselves.”
You don’t have to buy into string theory to recognize something far less complicated than quantum physics makes it. We are each threads that bond together to create the total fabric of life. We are the energy threads that make the beautiful, magnificent whole cloth of existence, what my native ancestors call the “rug of beauty”. Some of us are red threads, some yellow, some black and white and gold. But we all have the same blood flowing in our veins.
The Love I’m talking about flows in your body as well as in rivers running through every part of every continent on the globe. It rides on the wind, rises as sap in the poplar and dogwood trees, and can be heard in the songs of tiny morning birds and the growls of polar bears. It cascades in mountain streams, swarms around hillsides and rustles through the grasses. It’s in the tides of all the oceans that rush up against all the shorelines. This same Love is in your breath, your hands, your voice, your belly, your feet and your heart.
The whole universe is held together by this cosmic crazy glue called Love. The world is confounding and complex enough for most indigenous cultures like the Balinese to look at it in three sections – the upper world, the middle world and the lower world. In their prayers and ceremonies, they honor the upper world of the angels and higher spirits, the middle world of the humans and the lower world of the beasts and demons.
By honoring all three levels, they balance all the forces of life, and bring forth more of the creative juice of life, the Love juice that empowers the Loom of Love. The Loom of Love asks us humans to do this, because our gratitude and synchronizing energies give back to the invisible world, to the source from which all things come. These visible offerings – meals, dances, flower arrangements, anything made artfully and with Love – keep the cycles of life and the seasons in harmony.
The Balinese believe all things visible come from the invisible world, and the only thing the invisible source requests — in exchange for all the atoms, orchards, and fabulous foods we eat, for the minerals to build our bones, for the many trees, stones, and plants that make up materials for our homes, for our energy products like gas and oil, and all the sunsets and flowers that beautify our lives — all the invisible matrix asks of us is that we give gratitude for these gifts. We can appreciate the divine source by writing a poem, singing a song, or whispering a prayer. The important thing is that we listen to our hearts and make whatever offering we’re called to make. That’s the renaissance of the heart we of the 21st century can bring about.
We can ask how, now and tomorrow and the day after that, do we keep making those offerings in such a way that we sustain a renaissance of the heart, a revolution that will keep us so connected to the Loom of Love on a moment-to-moment basis that there will never be another killing, never be another act of violence and never be another war.
When we’re in contact with that loom, life feels great. We’re happy. The children are happy, the parents are happy, the cats are happy, the dogs are ecstatic and the wind itself feels like an embrace of the Beloved.
The “butterfly effect” in quantum physics tells us there’s a non-locality of connection, that if a butterfly flutters its wings in North Dakota, there may be a hurricane in Japan, because everything is connected. Every part of the whole world is affected by every other part. We’re all part of this one Loom of Love. So your relationship to yourself, your family, and your Loved ones is an important offering. Your compassionate heart sends glorious streams of Love out into the universe and affects the entire dynamic of the quantum field, which is the Loom of Love. Those streams of Love travel from you, touch others, and return to you as karma.
How you take care of yourself, for instance, how your liver Loves your toes, your nose Loves your fingers and your brain Loves your belly, is your interior Loom of Love, and that Loominous – L-O-O-M-inous – being that you are, inside your skin, affects the connectivity of the whole Loom of Love outside your body.
Our internal waves of Love affect the world’s willingness to Love by “popping qwifs.” Qwifs are Quantum Wave Functions. It’s how thoughts become things. Quanta, the tinier-than-atomic elements studied by physicists, are both particles and waves. Waves become particles and then turn back into energetic waves. When the wave collapses to become a particle, the “qwif pops.”
Let’s say you send out a wave of Love, and because of the natural boomerang-like laws of the universe, that Love wave returns to you. Then I send a wave of Love to you, as I’m doing now – Here! Can you feel it? – and the probability wave of Love reaches you, then boomerangs back to me. When your probability wave of Love and my probability wave of Love cross in space, they make a New Time node, a connection of electrons activated by the power of our minds. We “pop qwifs” – quantum wave functions occur — and the waves of Love turn into a new particle of Love, a more solid embodiment of Love that showers the world with more peace, harmony and pleasure in existence.
With this incredible divine power, together we can spark a revolution of the heart. It’s up to us to re-weave the Loom of Love, to stitch together a New Time of Planetary Peace. And all it takes is for each of us, with every breath, moment to moment, to be an artist of the heart.
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