STORY OF THE WORLD
The pain of pretending to be someone other than who we really are is destroying the world.
Humanity is currently running up a staircase that is crumbling. We have been for some time. We have seen it crumbling behind us. It has for many years simply been too far away for us to really feel the cost. Now we can see the impact of our running so fast to get somewhere that does not exist. The staircase is crumbling faster than we can build the next stair. We are becoming exhausted. So is the world.
We can see the impact on the Earth. We can feel the impact on our own health. Obesity. Cancer. Mental health issues. Refugee crisis. Hate crimes. Terrorism. Divisiveness. Pain. The rate at which we consume the resources of the Earth is not sustainable.
We can see a crash approaching more and more quickly.
As the stair case crumbles behind us, those of us who are present can feel it. Some of us have run out of steam. Some of us have jumped off the staircase into the unknown because we realize that there is no pending utopia. We will not conquer the world with technology. We will not solve hunger and violence with force. Some of us still believe that we will and are running even harder to fight the next war or to find that magical cure. And some of us are simply trying to stay so busy we can ignore the whole thing.
I am not saying our current strategies serve no purpose. I am simply acknowledging that our reliance on technology and force and the intellect of the human mind to solve all of the world’s problems is a simplistic approach that by itself cannot work.
Our approach to the pain in the world today requires wholeness.
It requires balance. It requires more feminine qualities of nurturing and receiving and allowing to add to the masculine go and push and fix. The global transformation mirrors the personal one. Until we can rewrite the stories in our own lives of how we see ourselves and how we see each other, we cannot make a sustainable change in the world. Every next solution will simply be a stop gap: a temporary fix. Like a band-aid on a bullet wound it will not last, no matter how clever.