Event and Aftermath: the Creation of Love Through Crisis

Event and Aftermath: the Creation of Love through Crisis

An individual life is an ongoing puzzle. The surrounding world is an ongoing meta-puzzle, in which we are a “piece”, in a world that is not only not flat, but has an infinite invisible interior to which we are directly connected.

Aspects of this complex reality sometimes require a nebulous word, which hints yet fails: the Mystery. All the same, our time is our time … and, what are we going to do with it?

If we are to appreciate the current “Plague”, it is essential to pay attention to the phenomena. For example, the first major psychological (soul-lawful) effect was to amp up our fear of death. The second was the lock-down. Again a psychological trial, lonesomeness, or maybe – or maybe not – worse, forced to live with someone not harmonious – imagine two cholerics, or two melancholics, …

Our ideas of the future turn sour. Hopeless perhaps. A job is lost. We wear masks, fear touch, wait in long long long lines for tests and medicine.

And people are dying everywhere. Medical and educational resources are stretched beyond capacity. Meanwhile, in America some of the young (twenties), still party to the dismay of epidemiologists. Another black man is murdered by the police. Bottled up from fears of the Plague, people go to the streets anyway.

The level of crucial choices increase exponentially. Not just about how and when to follow the rules, but what do you do with the empty time. The momentum of our lives grinds to a near stop. This loss of order (go to work, eat, play, raise kids etc), unites with our inertia … our habits, our unquestioned assumptions.

The riddle of the meaning of life comes to the fore. We have, prior to the Plague, been too much force of habit … this often without much thought. We have been flirting with darkness, and inattentive to our own shade.

If one were to examine the lore of various deep spiritual paths, looking for common trials and practices, these Plague events in our individual biography mirror such a Rite – although individualized.

Consider what happened to the elderly. Most deaths were old people. Many lived in minimal circumstances. They were seriously ill with cancers and heart disease, and perhaps suffering some dementia (mind gone walk-about – anchoring the true spirit to the matter). Fever dreams bring us nearer the threshold of death, and while materialistic science sez otherwise, they are met there with the Love of the Holy Mother.

If they are self-aware enough to choose, choice is offered. If not, mercy prevails.

Several years ago I had a conversation with Her, about what did They do in response to all our horrible deeds, where certainly They must feel the confusion of both victim and perpetrator. She said: “We turn it into love”.

Eventually I came to see the How of This, as Event and Aftermath. She, who has the whole world in His Hands, through us – we are part of We, who turn matters into love that heals the effects of dire circumstances of crisis, whether through war, or other Acts of Nature.

We are part of that Nature. At the same time, the loss of the ancient knowing that all of Nature had an interior self-aware sentient consciousness, just as do we, means we are too often blind to the sacrifices of All Our Relations.

As a consequence we look upon the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, plague, death, famine, and conquest, as also empty of spiritual inwardness. When earthquakes wreak nuclear facilities, or floods displace millions, or everywhere people are migrating through artificial borders, we don’t see that there are Cosmic Beings, with us, creating art.

We know through Rogue Weather, and what is lamely called: Climate Change, that we can barely predict what’s next, much less succeed at controlling it. We have a religion we call natural science, that doesn’t see reality, by choice more or less. All is matter, and there is no room – in that land of Grand Theories – for spirit.

The Collective Imagination is not unaware of the riddle, and the ironies. A beautiful artistic vision of this process is captured in the last episode of “Stranger Things” – below there will be a view spoilers.

The setting is 80’s small town America. Our heroes are mostly adolescents. There is a boys club that likes to play “Dungeons and Dragons”. As the story evolves, it becomes full of the paranormal. The main character is a young girl named “Eleven”, which is the only name she knows, as it is tattooed on her arm. She is and has been being tortured by human beings – corporate and military – when they can get their hands on her. The goal is to force paranormal abilities to appear, which they can then control.

These young people soon find what they call “the Upside down”. They discover large burrows underground their town, filled with writhing dangerous roots. Through trickery, Eleven made a hole in our world, between our reality, and a secondary reality, which greatly effects the lives of everyone.

TV being what it is today, the show had to have truly gross monsters, occasionally copious amounts of blood, and it being the 80’s, Russians were one of the villains of choice.

After four seasons, we get a Final Episode. A few of the heroes fall and die. Other’s seem to win a battle, that takes place in the Upside-down, yet that “win” is followed by an earthquake that nearly destroys the town. Visually this is realized by the release, from the Upside-down, of fiery forces that make a kind of cross across the town, and thus we have our Event.

In this episode there is a short set of scenes where in the Aftermath, some people flee the area, and others stick around to pick up the pieces. One group of shots takes place in a School Gym, where people are everywhere helping others, … providing food, places to sleep, fresh clothes … helpers and those needed help.

All over our planet, individual people are in one or another state of crisis, and this Eucharist of Love – the giving and accepting of the care of others, is everywhere.

Yet, the tale does not end there. The surviving heroes, who have various unusual abilities. see the lurking presence of the Upside-down is still there, and the image in the film is of a huge darkness in the sky, reaching down and leaving chaos.

Our heroes all had a journey, individually and together. This included visits with an aspect of reality they had not known existed.

Among aboriginal and indigenous peoples there is known to be such an Underworld. It has many names, such as the Lost Cities, or Faerie. We go there when we sleep and dream. If the right teaching is given, the encounter with the Beings of these Realms (plague, conquest, famine, and death) can be done consciously, and They are then experienced in a more real way.

It may be helpful to consider that the prime social-political phenomena is the human biography. Every self-generating and evolving spark is born into matter, and then leaves it behind. We all have associations that raise us. Family, village, religion, school, war lords, and lovers.

Through the arts of Fate and Fortune (karma and divine providence), we are aided in our journey of trials and choices, … a school of hard knocks and shared pain. The Mystery is that each living human being is unique. Each is a microcosm surrounded by a Macrocosm. The heart’s mind finds in these adventures the need to create the true and the good, out of their own sense of matters. These crises are a co-orchestrated act of love, with the addition that each journey dances to its own music.

The World of the Mother is caring for over 8 Billion sparks, each needing individual attention, from the Cosmic Authors, who exist and act from the outside of space and time.

The flowering of all of the heart’s minds, all over the world, often requires terrifying experiences. For freedom to be real, all choices must be possible. I have been calling “human freedom” the Beast from the Abyss of the uncreated and yet to be formed.

The future is a set of nows that have not happened yet. Still, each primary locus of Love’s influence is the needs of single biographies.

Event and Aftermath: the Creation of Love through Crisis