Healing Tones

“A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten-thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee; for only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.”

I’ve been viewing videos about the horrible culture of human and sex trafficking, particularly involving innocent children.  It made my stomach sick. I had no idea it is such a huge business in the world of the rich and famous coast to coast and globally.  It’s impossible to behold and see this wickedness with eyes only. My heart bleeds for the children.  Thankfully, this evil is being exposed and its days are numbered. 

The question always comes up for me when I read the biblical passage above, “Who are the wicked?” And the answer always is to be found in Jesus’s answer to those who would stone Mary Magdalene for her sins: “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”  Who am I to cast judgement on anyone?

We have all contributed to the wickedness in the world, as well as to whatever goodness there is there, and there’s plenty.  No, we may not be involved in human trafficking or sexual exploitation of the innocent, but we have all done our share of wicked behavior, in our thoughts, our words and/or our deeds.  Everything we do individually matters in the collective consciousness to which we all contribute and out of which we all, in the absence of mindfulness, express.  

A friend and colleague once said: “Nothing is wrong.  Everything matters”—and so it is, although it’s hard to imagine how evil-doers matter and how what they do isn’t wrong.  “They?” Is there a “they” or is there only a “we?”  Or maybe only an “I,” and it’s what I think, say and do that matters in the collective experience?  How often have I heard my mind say “That man needs a bullet to the head.” Horror of horrors that I should even think such a thought, much less voice it, benign as it may well be unless I empower it with deep feeling that launches it into the mass consciousness where it’s then available to some unstable person.  Think about it. 

A quote from my past college days springs to mind:  “There’s no telling how far reaching something we may think, say or do today will affect the lives of millions tomorrow. It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.” The developer of the philosophy of Chiropractic, Dr. B.J. Palmer, handed down these eternal words of wisdom. 

Now, I know I’m “preaching to the choir” here—although intentionally through the choir as a way of sending my words and spirit into the mass consciousness, depending on how they are fielded and received by my readers.  Agreement is a powerfully enabling force—and that’s all I seek from my audience when I blog: agreement in the truth, in what’s right.

We are wise to see and behold the “reward of the wicked” only with our eyes.  We have hearts, however, to feel the energetic texture of what we are seeing and the largeness of spirit to receive it, hold it, and let it be bathed in love, compassion and forgiveness.  In this service to the One, the world, and we, are healed. 

WORDS OF WISDOM AND OF LIFE

So many truthful saws (to borrow a poetic term) have been given to us over the years and eons of time.  William Shakespeare’s sonnet lingers yet in my memory from College English days:

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom.”

Then there’s this famous passage from the Bhagavad~Gita:

Arjuna: Yet tell me, Teacher! by what force doth man
Go along his way, unwilling; as if one
Pushed him that troubled path?

Krishna: Life it is! Life’s urge it is! used in darkened understanding,
Which pusheth him. Mighty of appetite,

Powerful, and strong is this!—man’s enemy or friend!
As smoke blots the white fire, as clinging rust

Mars the bright mirror, as the womb surrounds

The babe unborn, so is the world of things

Foiled, soiled, enclosed in wrong uses of Life’s urge.

The wise fall, caught in it; the unresting foe

It is of wisdom, wearing countless forms,
Fair but deceitful, subtle as a flame.

Sense, mind, and reason—these, 0 Kunti’s Son!
Are booty for it; in its play with these

It maddens man, beguiling, blinding him.
Therefore, thou noblest child of Bharata!

Govern thy heart.
Constrain the entangled sense!
Resist the false, soft sinfulness which saps
Knowledge and judgment!

Yea, the world is strong,
But he who discerns is stronger, and the Christed mind 

Is strongest; with high o’er all the ruling Soul.

Wherefore, perceiving Him who reigns supreme,

Put forth full force of Soul in thy own soul!

Fight! vanquish foes and doubts, dear Hero! slay

What haunts thee in fond shapes, and would betray!

The beloved poet Rumi gave us this transcendent poem that speaks to another level of being and a safe place for meeting one another.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the door sill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

There are so many wise words, not the least of which are those of the Master Jesus recorded and handed down to us by the scribes and cloistered monks who spent their entire lives translating and copying scroll after ancient scroll in order to preserve the wisdom of the ages for posterity.  I feel so blessed and thankful—as well as compelled to take heed of what has been given to us in the way of the Word.  God has spoken to His people through so many. Dare I let God speak through me and through you and all those who lift up their hearts and minds to the One whose Earth this is . . . “and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein.”

Anyone can wax eloquent with words.  What matters is everything that I and every one of us think, say and do in our daily lives.  Nothing is wrong.  Everything matters.  Every emotionally-charged thought materializes.

Do we not see this pandemic plaguing the population of the planet as nothing more nor less than the “reward of the wicked?” The fall out of the wicked thoughts and actions of mankind that have “foiled, soiled” the collective heart and consciousness and filled them with all sorts of ill uses of the gift of Life itself, “Life’s urge . . . used in darkened understanding”?  It’s all mattering, manifesting on Earth from out of the spoiled heaven of the mass consciousness of humanity. The prayer of the crucified Man from Galilee must be our prayer today: “Father, forgive us, for we know not what we do.”

Beyond prayer, let us wake up and see and know what we are doing to ourselves and to God’s Earth before it’s too late and time is no more.  Personally, I believe we’ve already passed that point where and when time is no more.  This pandemic may well be our last wake-up call.

Yet, with all that said, the LORD of lords, whose Earth we inhabit, I know is taking full advantage of this crisis to bring about a balance and harmony between the Earth and the Heaven out of which it was born.  To make once again Heaven and Earth one. All is well and in God’s hands.

As a colleague acknowledged in a conference call yesterday, this pandemic has brought about a greatly needed pause in our busy lives that we would likely never have found time nor a way to arrange willingly and deliberately. A pause to remember that we are one community of people who really do love and care for one another.

I’ll leave it there.  Any thoughts stirred and wanting to be shared?  I welcome them.  Until my next post . . . if there is one,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony

tpal70@gmail.com