Separation or connection?
… or: Why sweeping behind your own door makes sense
“It’s not the virus that divides us, but the measures and the opinions” I read somewhere here on facebook yesterday. Yes, that is so!
Elsewhere I had to read how a woman was verbally upset that a colleague of her husband went to work without being vaccinated, and he had probably pretended to be vaccinated – and then he was “exposed” after an anonymous tip. Some others got attached, got upset, wrote about how immoral this was and that he should be fired and reported …
Is it still going on? Even today, I vacillate between disbelief and shock, sadness and anger in the face of what is happening right now between us humans.
This nasty little C virus relentlessly shows us where we are right now, every individual and our entire society. And that, dear people, almost leaves me speechless, which rarely happens, honestly.
We just get presented quite clearly, unvarnished and without soft focus, how far away we are from tolerance, acceptance, appreciation, empathy and in general from everything that spiris, healers, coaches, trainers, yogis, witnesses, philosophers, artists, admonishers and all others have been advocating for centuries. Should all this really have brought nothing? Nothing learned from the dying, suffering, wars and all the crap of the last millennia?
Fear or love – that is the question here
And I feel, even and especially as I write this, that I want nothing to do with this intolerance, this denunciation – this energy field full of fear and all its ugly masks. But what happens at that moment? I separate myself! And separation belongs to fear, the opposite of love.
Is that what it’s all about? To take a clear stand? And where should that end – in war? Or is it about having understanding, staying soft, keeping the connection? To stay in love, even if I find it really disgusting and outrageous how my counterpart behaves?
And at what point does it perhaps become cowardly or duck-mousy? And at what point might it also become arrogant and arrogant? As if one would pat a child, who doesn’t know any better, on the head in an encroaching and stupid way …
And then I think of the many people who are currently fleeing, who are risking their lives in the Mediterranean or even losing them because they want to go to the Golden West. That also happens and we also allow that to happen. And that confuses me even more.
The show of the own index finger
A good time, therefore, to take a closer look at one’s own raised forefinger again; to check the personal and oh-so-cosily cultivated thinking and behavior patterns in the European comfort zone once again. So I end up with myself again!
When I think the circle to the end, it is always about the self, sweeping in front of one’s own front door:
- Where do I still have hate in me? Consciously or unconsciously.
- When, where and how do I live intolerance?
- Is there still a fear of death – the one I clearly see in others when they call for compulsory vaccination and the strong state?
- And what about my fear of life, which goes hand in hand with that of death?
So I decide to return to myself – let the others do what they want – I clean my inner world and throw out there everything that I do not want to see and have on the outside. From my point of view the only possible way to get out of this mess cleanly …
