Wow… two in one day! I really do have to stop listening to the radio…..
I was driving to pick up my son and was listening to CBC’s ‘AphCanada’ – which I found very disturbing today since this same son intends to enlist and join Canada’s military. I find myself wondering… maybe I should have let them play with guns, all those years ago. But I digress….
As I listened to the radio, hearing the sound of my son’s voice coming over the airwaves as if he were in that environment, I was overwhelmed by the degree to which this was not my holodeck. The thought of creating the world we desire rather than struggling with the world we have; or, in other words, manifesting what we want rather than struggling with ‘reality’, flooded my awareness. This is not my world. How could it become my son’s?
That thought was followed by another that said : ‘We don’t belong there. It is not our holodeck to shape. Who are we to say how others determine their lives… what gods they embrace… what clothes they wear… what rules they do or do not follow? How can we believe, for a moment, that it is either desired or possible for us to overlay our collective holodeck on theirs, with any hope that it will not immediately fall to the ground, the nanosecond that we are not holding it down with brute force? ”
There was a time when my children were small and fit easily onto the holodeck of my experience. Now, they are men – creating their own holodecks, at times and in ways that I do not always recognize or understand. And yet, it is nonetheless their holodeck…their life…their reality… and not mine. If I am willing to acknowledge this with them, why would I not do so with those of a foreign land?
We don’t belong there – not just because of politics and alliances… but because it is not our world. More than worlds apart geographically, we are worlds apart energetically.
For the first time in my life, I know what it means to declare : “Not my son!”
Breathing is good…