A few days ago, an acquaintance said to me, “No one smiles any more.”
This woman is 90 years old. She still lives independently. She was featured last year on You Tube and the Huffington Post launching her own business, Happy Canes.
If Grandma Pearl of “Happy Canes” is saying “No one smiles any more,” you know things are intense.
I learned years ago that suffering results from expectation. If there’s a way you “think things ought to be,” when things depart from expectation (as inevitably happens in life), you get disappointed, and you suffer.
It’s like that joke: “How do you make God laugh?” Answer: “Tell God your plans.”
You’re a lot freer when you can accept What Is.
But looking around – at Ebola, fires, beheadings, terrorism, religious conflict, humanitarian cruelties, drought, greed, the increasing division of wealth – I know – it’s awfully hard to accept all that as “What Is.”
But it is What Is. It’s happening.
Now at a certain point on the spiritual path (Stages 2 and 3), the indicated response to atrocity is to stand up and fight like mad against it. And today, you see people doing that.
But for other people, people at Stages 4 and 5, the task is radical acceptance – not to fight with What Is. At that point, the task moment by moment is to accept. More: to trust. Life becomes a walk of faith. On a global scale, I believe that’s our challenge: to have faith in What Is. But how do we come to believe and know that everything – yes, even all those atrocities – too, are God?
I came up with a saying, years ago, when personally I was at the point of deep, perplexed suffering that, on a global level, the world seems to be in, now. My saying was, “When brought to your knees, you tend to look up.” Personal challenge humbled me, cracked my heart wide open, illumined a Bigger Picture that embraced all. Sometimes it just takes what it takes to put your priorities and your understandings straight. “Grace with brass knuckles,” I called it.
I believe humanity is in a Purification phase where we’re being brought to our knees so that we remember to look up. It’s not that we have been “bad.” We simply need to atone. To become “at one” again. At One with All That Is. To remember that there is no separation. That everything is God.
In my experience, “at-one-ment” does not come from self-flaggelation and guilt. At-one-ment comes from seeing things newly. Seeing things as a unified whole where previously there seemed to be division.
So how do we get to the point where we organically, genuinely know that anything that happens – anything – is of God?
When you think about it, how can it be otherwise? God created all. We live in a realm of separation, surely. But it’s separation of consciousness only. Not of reality. Physics tells us that energy and stuff are always energy and stuff, regardless of form, constantly converting form. We know that certain people – mystics – transcend separation, even in this world that seems so separated. They know peace: here, now. They see and breathe and experience God in All. Divisions of up/down, good/bad, right/wrong fade away into the bliss of One. So how do we get from the “here” of separation to the “there” of union?
That’s one of the purposes of this blog – to help guide the way there.
I have just come back to my home after spending nearly four weeks far away with Fred, helping him recover after having been struck with sudden, serious illness. Everything happened so fast. An operation that was supposed to take maybe 2-3 hours and be relatively straightforward went on for 10-1/2 hours. A tumor that was, according to 7 prior biopsies, supposed to be benign turned out to be cancerous – high grade. And actually there wasn’t just one cancer in there, but two. Another cancer entirely was lurking in Fred’s esophageal wall behind the so-called “benign” tumor they’d seen. So many expectations were thwarted, so intensely, so fast!
In that context, it would have been so easy to feel that God was somehow missing from the picture. That there was separation, division, even betrayal.
But when Fred was moved from Intensive Care into his own room, I walked into his room to see this photo on the wall. I knew the place at once: it’s Cathedral Rock in Sedona, Arizona.
In 1986 when I made the choice to turn my life over to guidance and just follow, Sedona is the first place where guidance lead me. I lived for nine months just a few miles from Cathedral Rock. I passed it every day to go pick up my mail.
I met one of the most significant spiritual mentors of my life in Sedona – a priest who continues to be a mentor today.
I met my first husband there. He and I hiked Cathedral Rock together many times – it was a sacred spot for us. After we divorced – without either of us knowing what the other was doing – we each independenty made a trip to Cathedral Rock to leave our wedding rings there. So today, both of our wedding rings are somewhere up on that formation.
And this was the image that greeted me when I walked into Fred’s hospital room.
That image told me, in the midst of all my overwhelming concern for Fred, that God was with me, with Fred. That God is always there; that All Is God, even when it seems, as Grandma Pearl said earlier this week, that “no one smiles any more.”
To come to know that All is God requires a walk of courage, assertion, then faith and surrender.