A Congressional Love Affair Needed

-Prissy Hamilton

It appears that Congress isn’t very sympathetic to the American people as a whole. Most folks realize that lobbyist are always there with their hands out to pay off or give money to the cause that they want, that will benefit them. That is greed, pure and simple. They aren’t considering the basic human lives that are at stake with their decisions. They aren’t keeping conscious that the entire nation is dependent on them doing the right thing for the goodness of the whole. And it doesn’t seem to occur to them that they were elected by the common man and woman. Perhaps that is the problem right there.

Maybe, we the people, need to think about it in a different way. Maybe we didn’t elect these people after all. Maybe the lobbyist elected them with all the money that they gave then to pay for ads and for false advertising. Perhaps we need to rethink just how elected officials are able to pay for all the ads, able to run huge campaigns and spend more money that the common person would make in a life time. Actually, when you think about the millions of dollars that are spent in ‘getting elected’ we could actually pay for health care for every man, woman and child in the nation.

Why are our priorities so wrong, so against the American people. What in the world is the problem that we, the people, can’t see the way in which we operate as a nation is just a no win situation.

The two parties pit us against one another, like two football teams in a super bowl game. The only difference is that when the football game is over, the people go home and their lives aren’t affected very much. With the two political parties, it never stops. The judging, the name calling, the lies, the disrespect is that of teenage squabbling. It just amazes me.

The media hires folks that scream and yell at us and pit us against each other. They make the division wider, and more dangerous. It is a divide and conquer tactic. Get us so confused, fearful and fighting amongst ourselves, that we won’t pay attention to what is really going on.

We elect these people, they aren’t statesmen and stateswomen, they aren’t any wiser and brighter than us, matter of fact, most are extremely immature, egotistical, narcissistic and down right dumb. But we elect them, and we assume that they have all the answers - which of course, they don’t.

Congress needs to start having a love affair with the American people as a whole.

Two Realities and Cross Purposes

- Prissy Hamilton

The two realities are fairly stark now and most of us can see or sense them clearly. It reminds me of the Master Card symbol with the two circles that are almost separate, but still have a little overlapping. It is easy to feel the energy of each one. Even though we have called the one ‘home’ for years, it now feels foreign and not very pleasant. The other one feels more normal and ‘homey’ and certainly more congenial. It feels an easier space to dwell in.

One can really witness it in the political arena. One side is spewing hate, fear and negatives and ridiculing the other side, while the other side is asking for cooperation, help and ideas. It is so easy to see the difference. It is easy to see the fear gone rampant. It is like a foot ball game - only it is dealing with our nation and our world which makes it very uncool. Two sides distinctly.

Greed, now, is starting to become a ‘no-no’ and is beginning to be looked down upon. Much like Marie Antoinette wondering why the masses, who were starving, couldn’t eat cake. It is becoming very obvious. The verbal abuses that are being aired by some of the media reminds us of high school cliques that bullied and bad mouthed other kids, who didn’t deserve it at all. It happens when folks don’t feel they make a difference in this world and have to belittle others to feel good about themselves. Does it work? No, of course it doesn’t. At least not any longer. It used to be that the majority of us would bow to the bullying - we aren’t now. Another indication that the ‘old ways don’t grow corn any longer’.

It has always been astounding to me that most people get their information from outside sources. The news, the guru, the guide, the church, the whatever - pick one, there are thousands. Few get their council from inside themselves - fewer even know how. So they bow down to different ‘gods’ and then they repeat it as if it is universal truth.

After all, that is why advertisements work. If you buy this pair of socks, it will make you have healthy feet. If you eat this food you will be healthy, or eat this food and it will kill you, or take this pill and you’ll feel better. And then there is the side that puts fear in to the system.
Obama is going to take your guns away and leave you helpless and hopeless, Liberals are ruining the country, the Muslims are going to take over - quick let’s run to the mountains, take all of our guns and hide out. The liberals are going to take over and give every thing away and we’ll be stuck with the bill. It is crazy - crazy and a real indication that people are simply blind followers.

It is also an indication that the masses aren’t in reality - either reality. they are in some kind of ‘me wants’ reality. They want that new car, and they could care less about the environment, they could care less how many people died for them to get the fuel for it. They aren’t thinking about the earth we live on, the animals and plants that live on it with us that help support life on this mud ball hurling through space at an amazing speed. They are child like in their ‘wants’. I want it now, I don’t care about the cost, the fuel, the workmanship, the whatever, I want what I want now because that makes me feel important, better and useful. False gods abound.

What happened to the adults? What has happened to maturity? What has happened to critical thinking - thinking things through. What has happened to respect, for self, for nation, for the plants and animals on the earth, for nature, even the moon is subject to our puny silly endeavors.

Isn’t it enough to experience the breath of life, the beautiful earth we live upon, the physical bodies that we embody (even with handicaps and psychological misfortunes). Isn’t it enough to enjoy other people’s thoughts and ideas without having to call them names and shake fists at them?

The problem with engaging in the verbal and mental war fare is that one looses their focus and intent. If the focus is on peace - then why are we putting energy out in our world of war and conflict? If we want appreciation in our world for nature, then why are we putting our energy and efforts in to fighting the folks that are killing off the natural order of things. Isn’t that putting a cross purpose in our heads and hearts?

What if we just started bridging the gaps in a different mindful way. What if we banded together and focused on bridging the fear gap, confronting the issue rather than the person. What if we retained our focus and intent and took the steps toward what we want to see in our world rather than ‘fighting’ over what we don’t want to see in our world? What would that look like? Let’s do some critical thinking and see what we come up with. Let’s have a discussion about it. Let’s make sure we don’t put our energy into something that is at cross purposes to what we really want in this world, in this reality.

Health Care Puzzle

-Prissy Hamilton

Can you explain? I’ve been wrestling lately with people’s attitudes and my not understanding them. I know that I’m not super bright, but I know that I’m not super dumb, either. The truth is, I do more homework and research than most.

Health care. Why don’t people want universal single payer health care? Why don’t they want public option? I’m not asking the big pharma or the insurance companies, we all know why they don’t want it. I’m asking the common public folks. The folks whom it would help immensely. What is wrong with it? What do you/they suggest that would be better?

I don’t get very adequate answers. The folks that are against it are quick to argue about it, quick to call names, quick to judge, quick to spout ridiculous answers that have nothing to do with the question, and everything to do with some kind of fear about it, but they don’t seem to have any real solutions.

This leads me to believe that they don’t care about their fellow man. They don’t give a damn that people are dying due to not having health care. They don’t seem to care. These supporters of the status quo health insurance, don’t seem to care about other people. They like it that they have health insurance and others don’t. They want the cake, they want to eat it, but they don’t want others to have anything to eat. Not cake, not soup, not bread - just let them die. Let them suffer and die without any health care at all. Who cares? They don’t.

What exactly does that say about them? It says that they are narcissistic. It says that they really don’t care about their fellow man. It says that they are immune to the suffering of others. It isn’t in their family (yet) so they aren’t bothered to really think about it. It says they are not concerned for the goodness of the whole, they are only concerned about themselves.

The most confusing thing is, lots of these folks call themselves religious. According to the ‘word’ that they supposedly live by, one is supposed to threat others as they would like to be treated - somehow that completely passes them by. Jesus healed the sick, the least they could do is make sure everyone had health care and give them a chance to be healed.

Lots of other people that are against it have their homes, have their insurance, and have their health. They have never been in a situation where illness struck and they were out in the cold as far as medical treatment goes. They have never seen their child suffer and die, never seen a family member in pain and die due to an illness that they could not be treated for.

The whole thing simply is insane, inhumane and boggles my mind how folks can support the status quo in the Health arena. Something is terribly wrong with these people - terribly wrong.

The Visitor's

- Prissy Hamilton

I learned to leave my body years ago while reading Robert Monroe’s book titled, ‘Journeys out of the Body’. It is my habit to read in bed before I go to sleep at night. I couldn’t fall asleep one night and started thinking about the book and the chapter I had just read. I started playing with the idea of an OBE (out of body experience) and decided that if he (Robert Monroe) could do it, I could too.

I started out questioning any fears that I may have about it. What would I feel if I suddenly found myself across the room, looking back at my body in my bed? No sooner had I thought this, when there I was, across the room, looking back at my body. It was fun, actually, and certainly interesting. Since that time, I’ve done it many times consciously (I have come to believe that we all do it unconsciously, all the time). While climbing the stairs to my bedroom, I would decide where I would go that night, check up on friends or just simply explore and experience wandering the earth. Sometimes I would retain memory of my adventures, and sometimes they would slip into the backdrop of forever, depending on my level of interest.

So, it wasn’t shocking or unusual this particular night to find myself ‘coming back’ to my body from the west corner of my bedroom. What was shocking and provoking was what I saw. They say that we have a cob web like antenna attached to us, a sort of psychic thing that tells us if there is someone close, or tampering with our being. They say, that our initial reaction is one of questioning whether it is friend or foe, our lunch or are we about to become someone else’s lunch. I don’t know what the circumstances were that time, perhaps I sensed something happening that I felt I should be a part of or perhaps I was just bored with the adventure and wanted to return home. What I do know, is what I experienced upon my return.

There, on my side of the bed, were four small entities, standing around my body. I was immediately on alert, and emotionally felt as if I was pouncing into the scene with a strength and clarity that I hardly thought I had in me. What were they doing there, why were they there to begin with? I seemed to have the knowledge of who they were already.

They did not look solid, but then, when one is OB (out of body), things don’t appear solid, but rather veiled in an opaque sort of way. It is as if you can see through things. Almost an x-ray type vision and I can relate it a bit to the night vision type binoculars that are out on the market today. Things do not appear solid, and indeed, they really aren’t, as while OB one can go through walls, float over/under oceans, trees, or go almost any where unencumbered. One can see, hear, feel, communicate, and pretty much don’t feel any different than being in the body except for the freedom of being and moving. I don’t pretend to know the how's and all the scientific dynamics of it, I can only relate to you what the feelings are and what the experience was that night.

I wasn’t shocked at all, a fact that amazes me a bit, but I obviously shocked my visitors. They didn’t expect me to return when I did. Caught in the cookie jar was the feeling. They began, what seemed like, frantically ‘packing things up’ to make a swift departure. It occurred to me not to go back into my body. I somehow knew that I would not be able to function with the clarity of mind that I wanted. I instinctively understood that if I returned to my body, I would fall asleep, be sluggish and succumb to the ‘screw it, I’m tired’ sort of thing, and by the time morning dawned, I would have no trace of memory about it. So, I was on full alert, and I remember realizing how incredible it was that I had no fear about this situation.

All my life I have had the unrelenting drive to ‘know’. And knowing to me, is finding out the truth of things within myself. During the journey, I have peeled away layers of concepts, feeling, and illusions and in order to stay on track with it, I have come to learn how to keep myself ‘conscious’ with experiences, so I can sort them out later. This experience was no different, I wanted to stay in full consciousness because I wanted all the information about it I could acquire.

They were about four feet tall, busy with their work and not paying much attention to anything other that my body that lay on the bed. I whizzed into the room and started questioning and the questions seemed to be answered by the entity closest to my head. Who the hell are you and what are you doing?

The answers came in something I will call a ‘rote’. Like, if I could somehow push an understanding out toward you and you would pick it up and instantly know it in some strange way. So, not only do you get the words, you get the understanding, knowledge and feelings attached to the words. Rather like a whole package of understanding or knowingness. Not that it would interfere with your own understanding, but rather, give you the ‘inside scoop’ of someone else’s understanding of a situation.

It is impossible to put quotes to it, but here are the answers in the form of the knowingness derived from the ‘rote’ passed to my understanding. They come from a planet that was once called Molena (not sure that is exact, but close). This home planet was somehow destroyed, by their own hands, their own species, their own manifestations. It was explained to me that Haley’s comet is the largest piece remaining of their once whole planet. It is now on it’s own course around the stratum and is uninhabitable. From their point of view, we appeared to be taking the same course. It looked to them like we were about to destroy ourselves and our planet and although they could not prevent us from doing that, they decided to take pieces (DNA?) of us (everything on earth) to keep safe in another space so we wouldn’t be ‘lost’ like they feel they were. They apparently know a death, but their life span is much longer than ours - something like three or four times longer. As this was being related to me, they were gathering up and within seconds, it seemed, were on their way out via the window on the east side of the bedroom. I remember seeing a light outside, but was too caught up in my own emotions to investigate.

I, by this time, was in a frothed rage. I found myself pacing the bedroom back and forth shouting, cussing and ranting. I have no idea how long this went on, but at some point I stopped dead still. As I stood there, I suddenly wondered why, my husband and dog had not come to my rescue. I looked over at the bed. They were asleep. My husband on his right side, turned away from my body and Shanti curled up at the foot of the bed. (My body was curled up behind my mates in a ‘spooning’ position.) Both appeared unaware of my ranting. Then, I realized that I was still out of my body, and my vocal ragings were done on an ESP type level. In other words, I was not using my vocal cords (they were still in my body, of course). I calmed down, I floated (for lack of better word) over to my body and slipped into it. I suddenly felt a heaviness, a weight, both emotionally and physically, but before I allowed it to take me over, I agreed to myself that I would not forget what had taken place. I fell into a deep comfortable, heavy sleep.

Upon awaking the next morning, I didn’t think too much about it. I had to dress for work and do the normal work day routine. The day progressed normally and the evening, after dinner, found me sitting on the couch watching a favorite TV program. I had my arm resting on the arm of the couch and my hand behind my head. I started playing with my hair and discovered two scabs in the hairline just above my neck. I scratched at them briefly taking a minimum amount of notice. It wasn’t until the next night that, sitting on the couch, doing the same thing, it triggered something inside me. I suddenly got off the couch and went upstairs without saying anything to anyone. I went to my side of the bed and started examining the pillows. There, on the neck roll pillow I slept on, were two dried spots of blood. As I saw them, as I stood there, the memory came flooding back. It was so strong that I ended up sitting on the bed for a long while, allowing the entire experience to come back. It was one of those moments, when memory returns, you just allow it, accept it and then start a contemplation about it.

Several days went by as I silently questioned myself about the experience. I figured out why my bed partners had remained asleep, and undisturbed: my body had not moved in the bed with them, only the essence of me had moved. It was the essence of me that had screamed and cursed, not my physical vocal cords, so unless they were OB as well, they wouldn’t know or at least my sense told me that they wouldn’t know.

Through the years, and it has been many, I haven’t talked about it very much to other people except for my partner. I had extreme anger surrounding the situation, and we all know that where there is anger, behind the anger is fear. Just approaching the subject would make the hair on the back of my neck prickle. Often people would say that they wanted to meet an alien, why didn’t they just come down and visit and I would always respond by smiling and making some kind of statement that I bet it wouldn’t be so grand, eye ball to eye ball. The several people I did tell, heard it from a cussing, outraged person. And my term for them became ‘the assholes’!

Not long ago, I read a book, called Flying Saucers 101, written by Harold Burt. It was the first thing I have read about the subject since that night. It brought up the memory again (not that I had forgotten), and the feelings have indeed muted a bit with the passing of time. I still struggle with fear about it, but I need to face that. Hopefully this little piece with eliminate my embarrassment of it since I’m about to put it on the World Wide Web, for goodness sake! They obviously didn’t do any damage - didn’t change my sojourn - there is much more to learn, which I will be able to do, when the fear and judgments are dealt with. I also realize that I have to practice what I preach and that judging them ‘assholes’ is not the way to go with so little information.

But I’m here to tell you - it’s real, can’t say much more than that, don’t have the answers, don’t even know all the questions - but make no mistake, we are not alone in this universe.

The Changing Times

-Prissy Hamilton

Things are different, have you noticed? It feels different, looks different, reactions are different, we are seeing things with different eyes, with a different knowingness. Yes, it is subtle, it may just be a whisper, or feel like a slight unsteadiness, but it is there for anyone who tunes in to ‘life’ and accepts it and even for those that don’t.

I sit here on the porch of the old adobe house, side by side with Pewter, the cat, while the Hummingbirds drink from the feeder directly above her. She doesn’t seem to notice at all. The horses are moving around in the pasture, the fluffy clouds are gathering above for the afternoon sprinkle - all appears the same, status quo, but there is a difference. Feels different, not real familiar, but vaguely familiar, like I’ve been here before, but yet I know that I haven’t for every day is different.

It is perhaps easier for me to see and feel it than most, as I have few distractions living where I do. There is no traffic on the road, no voices to compete with, no noise except for bees and birds and natural things going about their daily routines.

The earth is in the midst of adjusting, as the rest of the inhabitants of this planet. The vibrations are very different. People are experiencing unfamiliar physical, emotional, and mental feelings. It isn’t quite like a brand new world, but there is a shadow of that sense to it.

All my life, I’ve tuned into nature and the energy around me. Approaching my older years, it is innate for me to do that as I’ve done it for so long. Nature, feels to me, like it is finding its new balance.

In the Zen mode of thinking, it is the Yin and the Yang, the in-breath and the out-breath. We’ve crossed the cross over point with each heading in different directions. The two realities are, as my friend says, unzipping. It is an odd experience. One minute you are in old familiar territory, and the next minute, it is slightly, but obviously different.

Out-breath is expanding and growing and creating with passion and participation, using more discernment in everyday decisions, experiences and thought processes.

In-breath is imploding, spiraling inward, contracting and somewhat solitary and most certainly much is fear based. In-breath is not so discerning, not so encompassing or aware of the whole, but concentrated on the self.

Two different distinct realities. You can see it in the political arena, the private, personal arena and even in world attitudes and events. There is a definite change taking place. The energies are different, very different.

There is, which is fear based, a tendency to hang on to the old ways of living, participating, and doing business in general. Trying to participate with ‘business as usual’ isn’t working any longer. It is no surprise that it makes for frustration, fear, confusion and a great deal of personal chaos. People are trying to figure out why, when their way of dealing and participating in the world worked before, it isn’t working now.

Those that are allowing the change with-in and with-out have an ungrounded feeling, but don’t seem to mind. They may feel a bit ‘wobbly’ at times, but they are going with the flow. Perhaps they sense that support is there, but in a different way, a different form, a different energy. It takes a re-tuning, a re-adjusting and a sensitive look at things around you. A re-evaluation about what your life is about, how you look at things, what you are passionate about and how you want to create, this time with passion.

It is known in the scientific world that the magnetic field has changed, the weather has changed, the earth itself has and is changing as well.

It is important and helpful that during this time of flux, of expansion, of growth, and of change, that we try to remain balanced with-in ourselves, our lives and our relationship to the world around us.

If and when we do get off balance, we want to avoid falling into the old habit of blaming others, of trying to pin that unbalance on others or make up excuses. Those old excuses no longer work.

It is helpful to ask questions of ourselves and others. ‘Is this feeling mine, or is it coming from outside of myself’? ‘What is the fear behind this feeling?’ and ‘How can I look at this differently?’ Being really accepting -without judgment - and non assuming of the answers that we get, we can honestly see what is really happening with us. And it will keep us from ‘projecting’ our feelings, our emotions, our assumptions on other people or circumstances. It will help pull us back into a reality based balance.

Then, we can ask questions of others. We must learn to ask these questions of others in a not interrogating way. If we come from a non-judging unassuming way, if we come from a genuine curiosity with our questions, we will get more truthful and honest answers and that will help us truly understand other’s actions, reactions and feelings toward us and other circumstances. If we ask in an interrogating way, then we throw people into more chaos, self doubt and it pushes them into a defensive stance.

It is all about balance. Accepting that we don’t know the exact truths, that we get to learn, that we can introspect and come up with our own answers and therefore not rely on outside sources. If we stop judging, stop projecting our beliefs and feelings onto others, we will learn more. If we ask more questions and openly listen to the answers, we become more rounded in our attitudes. If we stop pushing others to be like us, if we accept them as they are, knowing that their journey is different than ours, but no less important, then we can have a more natural interaction with all around us. Our strengths are in our differences, not in our same-ness.

Balance is knowing that we aren’t knowledgeable about everything, but we get to learn. and in that learning is an adventure, and if we do it with passion - it is almost magical and brings with it a lot of joy. Joy, when is the last time you experienced real joy?

The Wee Folk

Deep in the woods and under the leaf, behind the rock, or in the hollow of the tree, live the Wee Folk. Small little opaque creatures called the Divas, Wee Folk, Faeries, Sprites, and Elves. They are quick of mind and swift of heart, and they find it very easy to elude and exclude their human co-inhabitants. They come in all variety, they speak in all tongues, they dance to all music, they protect, care and guide. They shimmer, twinkle, sparkle and dance. They are shy little creatures, but are very real, indeed.

They have been the source of many adventures of authors and writers like William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night’s Dream), they have been painted and drawn by artist like, John Anster Fitzgerald (The Chase of the White Mice), William Blake and Edward Robert Hughes. They have been the source of complete works and research (The Finhorn Community), and have been depicted in childrens stories and films such as Peter Pan, The Borrowers, Labyrinth, and, Fairy Tale, A True Story.

Although called by different names, they are found in just about every country and culture in the world through fables, tales and art of all kinds. The Jews call them Shedim, Egyptians call them Afries, Afticans call them Yowahoos and the Persians call them Devs.

They exist in the ethereal world which penetrates our own from time to time. Dorothy Maclean, of the Finhorn Community, defined them as ‘archetypal formative forces of light or energy that underlie all forms in nature - plants, trees, rivers, animals, etc. They have also been described as ‘elementals’.

Our imaginations, sensory perceptions, and willingness to see and learn are most active and unencumbered during childhood, however, there are moments, afternoons, and times of emotional awareness when all of us have glimpses of anomalistic realities. It is during these times, that preternatural knowledge and adventures are viewed and accepted (at least, for the moment), with wonder, by even the most armored individual.

These moments present themselves while journeying down a path during a solitary Sunday afternoon stroll, a silent meander in the woods at twilight on a summer evening or, possibly, a moment on cross country skis when the rest of the group has left you to re-tie your shoe laces. It is a sharp softness, a gentle feeling of trespassing on beloved land, it is the sudden awareness that someone or something might be privy to private moments, that cozy feeling of not really being alone or a glow within that says you quite possibly could be psychic after all. It is that sudden tinge of awareness when you look up from the garden swing, expecting to see some one there and are a bit shocked to find the scene as you left it before you closed your eyes. It borders on a spiritual feeling, a reverent kind of semi knowingness that saturates your being, if only for a moment. That second, while planting the spring bulbs in the garden that you sensed (or did you actually see) a sparkle or twinkle slip by, almost undetected.

These moments, and there are many of them, come when you are not looking for them, not seeking them, not paying much attention and usually concentrating on something else. Tis when the Divas are about, tis their domain, their home, their beloved space.

They live in all medium, from large city parking lots to deep wooded forest, small gardens, and in grand or primitive park lands. They are about all the time, everywhere. They are the essence of nature herself. The keepers, protectors, and ego, so to speak, of flora and fauna. They are delightful creatures, who are responsible for knowledge, manifested as instincts.

Few of us take the time to squelch the ego’s demand that there is nothing there, most of us buy into the assumption that our imagination is on the prowl producing fanciful illusions. But throughout history, there have been many that ‘go with the experience’ and come away with ideas and knowledge that somehow make sense and make a difference in the quality of life.

When these experiences are related, they seem far fetched, dreamlike, and even preposterous, but we deal daily with unseen things. There are a multitude of unseen things that we ‘think’ we see. The wind, for instance, we have never seen. We see what it does, we feel it, we sense it, but we never do actually see it. Same as love, we feel it, we experience it, but we never actually see it. The reason is because they are energies - an electricity, so to speak. They are powerful energies that affect our life, affect how we feel and what we do with our day, our afternoon, even things as mundane as our laundry. Radios are merely amplifiers to what is in the atmosphere. We can’t see radio waves, but we can listen to them because they are ’amplified’. So, how can one argue that unseen things don’t count, don’t exist, don’t affect us? If everyone bought into that way of thinking, germs wouldn’t have been looked for and found, microwaves would not be in our kitchens, and so forth.

We don’t think about these ‘mundane’ unseens because we have normalized their existence. We take electricity, microwaves, radio waves, cyberwaves, the wind, emotions, and microscopic things for granted these days. Yet, with each new ‘discovery’ we often deem the ‘inventor or founder’ crazy, eccentric, neurotic. What we often fail to realize is that discoveries are merely ‘findings’ - it is the way (method) we view them that is new - but the actual thing that we are ‘finding’ has been there all along - right under our noses - in our daily lives for eons.

And so, with this in mind, I'll bring a few stories from the Wee Folk, a kind and gentle group who have a great deal of power on our earth. If you have trouble with the source, then only listen to the message, the knowledge. Pick through the parts that ‘ring truth’ for you and leave the rest alone, without judgment, for rather like a book given to us at Christmas one year, makes no sense at the time, but three years later, you find yourself reading and appreciating it, saying that it is just ‘what the doctor ordered’. You never know when you might want some information, in order to piece something together, in your heart and in your mind.

- Prissy Hamilton

A Morning Muse on Polarities

I’ve been hearing a lot about polarities and dualities: Black - White, Good - Evil, Dark - Light, Good - Bad, God - Devil, Physical - Spiritual, Rich - Poor, and so on. You can read about them and hear about them any where from the grocery store to Wall Street to churches all around the globe. They are in every nitch and corner of our thought process and our global societies are steeped with them.

Dualities and Polarities are really antagonistic in principle. They present a ‘Them and Us’ scenario. And there is something about that mode of thinking, of living, that is disturbing to all of us - no matter which ‘side’ you are on. That mind set separates, and slices apart humanity. It causes disrespect, resentment, hate, rage, fear and breeds hopelessness. It nourishes greed, promotes segregation and increases the possibilities of war and destruction, both on a personal level and on a global level. It does not offer any semblance of healing. Rather, it presents a ‘no win’ situation. It allows us a way to judge, to exclude, and to negate. It separates, pushes apart, and invites us to become either victim or elite.

What if we looked at it differently? What if we gave up that linear thinking and mind set and saw it differently? What if we stopped judging for a minute and looked at it in truth with honesty and impeccability. What if we allowed ourselves to see a broader view? What if we viewed it as a circle instead of a polarity, what would happen? Would it not cut through a lot of conflict and chaos internally? Wouldn’t it remove the reasons for war and greed. Wouldn’t it promote respect and invite a knowledge and growth both mentally and spiritually to everyone? Wouldn’t it bring an evenness to every one? And why would we not want that? Would it be an excuse for us to feel insecure, to feel less than or more than?

It seems to me that Polarities and Dualities stem from judgments. We judge ourselves, we judge others. We judge everything from skin color, to religious beliefs, to the clothes people wear, to the way they live their lives, the way they look, the way they talk and how much money they have. We judge everything, everything. And we judge ourselves in the most merciless ways possible. We’re bad, we’re evil, we’re dumb, we’re ugly, we’re poor, we’re this, we’re that. Again, it is a ‘them and us’ dance. The question is: Why do we do that? To make ourselves worthy, to make ourselves feel better about ourselves or to prove to ourselves we aren't worthy?

What if we looked at it completely differently? What if we saw ‘God’ in everyone? What if we saw God in ourselves? What if we stopped making God in OUR image and allow ourselves to contemplate and investigate what it means to be made in God's image? What if we saw, not a linear way of thinking, but an all encompassing embracement of human kind? How would that feel and what would that look like?

Something to think about in this new paradigm that we are heading in to, don't you think?

Prissy Hamilton