Rage Against the Dying of the Light

I awoke today with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes.

No particular reason. And yet - every reason.

This is the nature of walking the path I walk.

As an intuitive, a spiritual healer, someone who enters into sacred dialogue with Great Creator often - someone who has done the deep, often excruciating inner work to silence the noise, to listen, to hear, and to know - I often feel things that exist far beyond myself.

It is a blessing. It is a curse.

Par for the course, I suppose, when you answer the call to be of service.

I work for Creator, and Creator alone.

And in that sacred vow, in that commitment, there are days like today - where I feel things deeply, because my practice is not confined to specific hours or appointments. It is a lifestyle.

A state of being.

And with that comes something that cannot always be filtered: the ability to feel the collective emotions of the world, especially when they are so amplified, so raw, so loud, that the veil between myself and them becomes thin.

Fortunately, when these moments arrive, my medicines help me allow them to pass through. To be felt, but not held. Acknowledged, but not owned.

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You see, this time we are entering - this has been inevitable.

This spiritual warfare.

This is where it has all been leading.

When lessons aren’t learned, when we cannot make change happen of our own volition, it is forced upon us.

This is not punishment. It is simply the nature of evolution, of the soul, of the collective, of civilization itself.

Conflict and war always try to resolve themselves first on the physical level.

When they cannot - when no peace is brokered, no treaty holds, no boundary is respected - they move inward. To the mental level. Then the emotional.

And when all of that fails to bring resolution? It descends to the root....

To the place before creation.

To the spiritual level.

I am not speaking about whose God is right and whose is wrong.

Let me be perfectly clear about that;

All religions carry validity in some form. All of them brought great teachers into this world - teachers of love, of sacrifice, of forgiveness, of truth.

It is not the teachings that destroy us;

It is when man mis-interprets and distorts those teachings to suit their own needs.

When we rewrite the meanings and purposes of sacred messages, based on our human experiences and perspectives, to better suit our own biases, beliefs, hunger for power, hatred, and fears.

That is where the divide begins.

That is where destruction takes root.

At the root of our spirituality. Our beliefs. Our very identity.

And this - this is where the deepest wounds need to heal.

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When a culture or ideology is driven by beliefs that dehumanize others and call for their destruction at any cost, diplomacy or war alone cannot resolve the conflict.

There is no negotiation that doesn’t ask someone to surrender their right to exist.

And so the question becomes one that cultures throughout all of human history have had to sit with, broken-hearted and weary: Do we stop defending ourselves against those who believe our very existence is an offense to their God?

Our Indigenous and Jewish brothers and sisters have wrestled with this question across centuries of human history. And now - as this ideological, spiritual warfare spreads through Iran, through pockets of the world in ways that can no longer be ignored or explained away - perhaps the rest of us will begin to understand the hard truth of this question better.

Though I suspect not...Not yet.

All cultures have had their dark periods and their golden ones. All have cast shadows and carried light. But this - this particular virus of ideological, spiritual warfare - it has spread now. Into every culture. Every country. Every corner of the collective consciousness.

It does not discriminate. And it cannot be stopped through force alone.

This makes me sad. Profoundly, bone-deep sad.

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And yet. As the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas wrote in his poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"; (we must) Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This is not a call to war. This is a call to consciousness. To refusing the slow, comfortable slide into resignation and despair. To turn up the light...brighter.

It is okay to have moment's of sadness though.

To grieve what was and what may never be.

To sit with the fear and let it move through you like weather.

I am right there with you.

But do not go gentle.

We may not understand the full outcome of our efforts. We may not even live to see the resolution. But this moment - this precise, impossible, sacred, terrifying moment in history - is calling us to something greater than ourselves.

This is the greatest call to action of our modern civilization.

And it is here.

It is now.

We cannot continue to deny the effects of it any longer.

Feel it.

Grieve it.

Let it move through you.

And then remember why we must keep fighting.

For the light.

For the deep, sacred, irreplaceable light - the one that lives inside each of us.

The one that darkness has always tried to extinguish, in every era, in every generation.

We cannot let the weight of this world put it out. Not within ourselves. Not within the world around us.

Focus on the good. The beauty. The things that unite us in those spaces, because they exist, even now, even here. Hold onto them fiercely. And stand up, firmly, lovingly, unapologetically, against those who would extinguish that light in others.

Whether they refuse to acknowledge it, cannot see it, or simply will not.

Standing up is not hate. It is the most profound act of love there is.

It is what inspires me to protect my children and the generations to come.

They are entering a world that is nearly impossible to exist in; financially, environmentally, socially, spiritually. A world where this war is finally, undeniably, coming to a head.

And my heart breaks for what they are inheriting.

My hope, my deepest vision of a healed outcome on the other side of this dark age - is that their generation will be the ones to guide us through.

That they will rebel against this division in ways we could not.

That they will be so utterly exhausted by the conflict, so tired of the war, so hungry for peace - that they come together. In acceptance. In unity. Full circle.

That they can celebrate the blessings and lessons of ALL spiritual belief systems, and teachers, of this world. The way Creator intended for us all along.

This is my hope. This is my prayer.

But in the name of our children - and the generations to come - I refuse to go gently into the dark night.

I will stand, and fight, and rage against the dying of the light.