I woke up in a fog this morning. Not the usual where my brain needs a leaf
blower to clear out the residue from the night before, but an actual pea-soup
fog such that the world below my little hilltop had completely vanished from
sight.
Many years ago, the two most frightening shows on
television were “Twilight Zone” and “The Outer Limits.” One of them had a story about a guy who woke
up one day to find that everyone else on the planet had vanished. Once
he’d gotten over the initial euphoria of “Yay!
Free shit!” it dawned on him that he was actually in deep shit.
Our physical, as well as spiritual, interconnection
with the rest of mankind forms the fabric of life on which we all depend. Lately,
the world has seemed to be one big crap-fest, with the level of carnage, greed,
anger and pain beyond the sensibilities of most, and the mindset of “us and
them” creating the very environment for such to thrive. But we’re
being manipulated. There is no “us and
them.” Only us.
The very same life energy that flows through me
flows through you, as well as that kid lying in a Boston hospital who committed
the unthinkable, because energy is all there is. It can
be positive or negative, and because we are instilled with free will – a decision I can’t help but to question and
yes, I’m talking to you, God – every single moment of every single day, as
a collective consciousness, we are choosing the world we will create.
As much as I enjoy my solitude, even I find that a
little of me goes a long way. I need
people. I need to engage with the world,
and I need to be constantly mindful of the power of my energy, and vigilant to
focus on that which I wish to see created, rather than what I may like to see
destroyed.
The fog is starting to lift on my little valley
and another day filled with promise awaits me.
I have only to choose wisely.
