Last week when I was glued to YouTube watching the Royal wedding and then, seeing the new film about Pope Francis, I realized that millions of people around the world were focusing on both these events more or less simultaneously. Our collective energy field was raised by strong, positive emotion as so many of us were witnessing both a bi-racial royal marriage and the joyous welcoming of a warm-hearted Pope all over the world.
Whatever we may think about The British Monarchy or The Church, the fact is that both are followed passionately by millions of people, which generates a lot of heightened emotion on the airwaves! According to Roger Nelson, who runs the Global Consciousness Project, this has a real-time effect on all of us because at the level of our neurons we are subtly all interconnected. So we are like cells in a single organism, that is to say, the whole world, just as cells in our individual bodies function in separate organs that all together form a whole body. It follows, then, that if groups of people respond to anything with joy and excitement, they are raising the vibrational frequency of their own bodies and thus, the whole world. The greater the joy, the higher the frequency.
In the same way, hatred and violence lowers the frequencies of our bodies.
As Roger says,
“The more we understand we’re all ‘one,’ as the sages of all cultures put it, the better able we’ll be to shift our activities to realize our huge, wonderful potential. Without a course change, we may not have a future at all.”
As it happened, I heard from Roger that same week – synchronicity at work! – and we agreed that the royal wedding and the Pope in the movies were indeed significant, subtle signs of course change.
We’re watching for those signs…
At this point, it might be too late to make this course change gracefully, but what if we could do it ungracefully – just so long as we did it?
I had an unwelcome chance to try that out recently, when I was stood up two days in a row by a friend I had looked forward to seeing. Feeling forgotten and hurt, I huffed around for a day of self-pity before realizing this was a chance to get out some hard emotions that have been needing expression for a long time, so I went for it. Out came my helpless anxiety about melting glaciers and depleted soil, and the horrors of immigrants being shoved out of this country. (Herb and I were both immigrants – like most of us.) I moaned about greedy bankers and puerile politicians, at narrow-minded scientists and racist idiots, and the fact that I no longer hear birds calling in the morning. That made me curl up on the floor sobbing. Tears flowed for the children of all species struggling to survive in this Silent Spring, and the waters sullied with plastic. Then I went after my misguided father who looked for love in the wrong places and my mother who tried not to see it – and then my own guilt at not being able to save either of them.
Anybody passing by would have witnessed a wild woman yelling at the walls, but so what? I just went for it, down on my knees with slam and be-damn and who cares if they think I’m crazy?
I made a good old mess of the house, and by the end of the day was tired of my rantings, but it had been just what I had needed. The truth is, without the goad I never would have gone there.
So thanks, buddy – sort of.
Glancing at my calendar the next morning, I was chastened to see that I had inadvertently stood up someone else while I was ranting and raving! I tripped all over my own feet apologizing and we laughed together until we cried.
The reality is that we’re all on edge these days with so many fears, and fear, like laughter and kindness, is contagious. As Roger says, all of life is intrinsically interconnected and what happens to any one being happens simultaneously to all other beings for we are a single organism made up of multiple parts, and siblings of the same Mother Earth.
Separation is nothing but an illusion.
I had a visceral experience of this, again at the movies, seeing “Love and Bananas,” about the plight of Asian elephants in Thailand. For every giddy tourist-ride on top of a lumbering elephant – and I’ve had my own share of these – a baby elephant has been tortured while its mother watches, breaking the spirits of two for the price of one. The female baby is beaten and stabbed, starved and subdued by barbed hooks until she is almost dead. Only when her spirit is finally broken is she useful to her ‘owners’ as trainable for logging, tourist trekking, or circus tricks.
I felt every blow in my own body and came close to running out of the theater screaming. I expect we all have known the horrors of confinement, the pain of humiliation, the cruelty of perpetrators and we all identify, one way or another, with being a victim – because we are.
And we are also the victimer.
I think I understood this when I was about five years old and was taken to see Walt Disney’s “Bambi.” An impressionable little kid, I identified with all the little animals, especially Bambi, of course, and in the scene where his mother is shot and killed by a hunter I went into hysteria. I can bring up that feeling right now clear as day – losing all breath and choking in helpless grief. They had to rush me out of the theater into the lobby, I was sobbing so uncontrollably. I recall every sensation as if it happened yesterday, and can still feel those helpless screams coming out of my small body. As the realities of the world poured in on me that day I was Bambi, I was his dead mother, I was the hunter.
Bambi taught me, at five, that we were all in this together. I didn’t know then about my neurons being interconnected with all living beings, but clearly I got that we were all in the boat together no matter what or who we were, no matter what we looked like.
Even if we do not know about such depredations as animal torture – and of course it is not only elephants we mold to our own human purpose – this happens daily in the world we co-inhabit with all species. In our physical interconnections we are the tortured and the torturers, our human economies taking advantage of the ‘value’ in the earth we share.
And so we are all implicated.
Roger, I wonder how long this course change is likely to take?
If any of you have ever walked a twelve-circuit labyrinth, like the one at Chartres, you’ll know that it goes on forever, bringing you almost to the center, again and again, then it doubles back, then back again, teasing you. The first time I walked one I was sure I’d made a mistake somewhere in the middle and needed to start over. But then the path swung way out to the farthest edge, took a sharp turn and brought me straight into the center!
I just stood there in the middle in a bit of a shock. Home. Just when I thought the whole thing was hopeless, it brought me straight in.
I’m reminded of those wonderful children’s books – which I read and re-read when I need inspiration – in which eleven year-olds are the heroes and heroines. They take on the forces of Darkness, always unwittingly, and eventually, after many dangerous adventures, their innocent courage releases the forces of Light back into the world!
In my favorite books it is only on the very last page that danger is finally averted and goodness prevails. Only when everything seems lost does this happen.
That gives me hope. I wonder if that is where we are now – on that last page, quivering in shock right at the very center of the labyrinth? And if so, what do we do now?
Personally, I think we could start by breathing, and then remember that we do not have to do this alone because we are all in this together.