I was feeling okay this morning. Had a great cup of tea. Talked to a friend. Read some of my cherished childhood novel. I then started reading The War Of Art by Steven Pressfield + was loving the butt-kicking that he had spilled all over its pages. I was feeling inspired and invigorated and wanting to create and write and make this world a bit more colourful and hopeful. I then got to a chapter entitled "Resistance + Fundamentalism" and that sinking feeling came. He was right. So right. And it made me feel sick. I have encountered a lot of fundamentalists in my life. And in recent years where I am seeing things more clearly, I feel sad for those who are living with so much fear.
After reading this chapter, I felt the urge to create drama with someone close to me, I could feel myself getting riled up inside. I could feel the facts and the anger swirling around together ready to pounce. And then I was hit with a wave of sadness, Steven talks about how the fundamentalist fears freedom. How we worry about saying or doing something wrong, something that will get us kicked out of the group, of our spheres where we feel we belong somehow, the places where we feel somewhat understood and we have a common goal towards something or a point where we can relate with each other. We all look the same, talk the same, think the same. This feels safe. And anything other is the enemy.
It saddens me because I used to think like this. I used to be scared of my own freedom. Of my own voice. Of my own abilities. Pressfield talks about how much easier it is to remain in those circles than to really stand for something. How it feels easier to believe that everything once was perfect and now it is all bad and fallen and evil and we can just wait until we die or are rescued from this world so we can enter paradise. The real work is believing in hope. Believing that we can be co-creators with the Divine to make this world a more peaceful, beautiful and safe place every single day.
People will always be scared of change. Of people and things that are different. But what could possibly be more beautiful than us all united as one, every single colour, gender and shape. All fighting for more love, more peace and true freedom. Thats the cause. Thats whats worth fighting for.
Alienation and division is what caused wars and enemies and destruction. We can run hard and make this world a better place together. I believe this. I truly do.
To stop wasting time discussing who is in and who is out. Who can be loved and who must be reprimanded or put in their place. This is FEAR talking, not Love. And everyday we have a choice, are we listening to fear or drawing strength from Love?
Not the mushy, "you complete me" love.
But the Divine, messy, human, "I believe in us" kind of love. No more wasting time with fear, lets fight for more Love. You have a voice, you have the capability to do this. We're unstoppable together.
Lets fight like hell for whats right.