This will probably be the most serious yet joyful post I’ll ever write. I actually am struggling with what to title it. The title that you just read was determined when I dotted the last sentence of this post.
One title that came to mind was “Deb’s Confession” but that puts a negative connotation to it. That probably came to mind because I am writing about something I’ve hinted at, but never came right out and said.
I’ll start at the beginning. About 4 years ago I was very sick. I was so frail that my husband had to lift my body out of the tub. (Just like my Mom told me, have a clean body & underwear if you’re going to the doctor.) I spent 5 days in the hospital. The first few days occurred in a haze. Sometime during that haze I had a “hic-up in time”. I cannot pinpoint the exact time that the “Aha” moment occurred: I just left the hospital knowing that something about me was different. The best way I can explain it is that there was a moment in the haze where I actually felt my spirit and body as two separate things, almost looking at each other.
By my definition this was not what is considered a NDE (Near Death Experience). I didn’t experience the things that other people report (I wish I had), but having researched the topic I’ve learned that I left the hospital with their shared perspective.
Up until this time I had not solidified my spiritual beliefs. I hadn’t really thought about it in great depth. After my “hic-up” I was coming at the world with a new perspective and reflected back on the religious teachings that I had received. I asked myself, “Deb, what do you really BELIEVE?” I suddenly had an urgency I’d never felt before in 60+ years. I had to identify my spiritual (not religious) beliefs.
What I cannot explain is, like the tablets of Moses, it was suddenly written out for me. It was like some great voice from above said, “Duh!” There was a clarity that I’d never had before.
I acknowledged that there is an equal spirit in everyone. (Equal being the key word). Not that I ever meant to give value to people, but I now saw them equally and looked for their spirit. Different but equal.
I remember when, about two years ago, I was walking through my house. As I passed the TV I saw a young man speaking on a local cable channel. He had cerebral palsy and the production of the show was of lower quality. The “old” me would have just kept walking. Instead, I stopped and looked into the eyes of the man speaking, hoping to glimpse his spirit. There it was! Saying, “I’m in here and I’m doing the best I can with this body. I may need a little help.” The subject of the show was to promote legislation creating more handicapped accessibility. They got my vote!
We share the planet at this time with every spirit globally. Not every spirit lands in a body or location that is ideal. I lucked out. ..this time.
Another striking change has been the awareness of my personal presence globally. I share the Earth with every other person that exists. I am blessed to live this “run through” in a perfect place. I am surrounded by the beauty of nature and peace. More than ever before, I embrace it. I am responsible to keep it beautiful. It does not end and go away when each of us die. It is our responsibility to maintain and improve it for future generations. If what I believe is correct, we’ll all be coming back again as those future generations. Who knows where we’ll land? It’s this perspective that causes the anger in me when I hear about the destruction of historical & religious monuments by ISIS. Because of them, those pieces of History (mankind’s history) won’t be there when I return. They’re like bullies that break everyone’s toys so nobody can have them.
I became extremely sensitive to worldly events. The horror of what we (I) were witnessing just didn’t make sense. I found myself screaming at the TV and feeling more adamant about speaking out.
Then, this past June I was persuaded to start a Blog. I have million funny tales to tell and that’s what I thought the posts would be. (Thanks Joan, Deb and Jordana for encouraging me). But I soon discovered that I felt compelled to write about the wrongs of the world. I could see that we were approaching a turn in the road that we simply must take if we are going to right these wrongs. I wouldn’t say I was driven to sculpt the Vatican from mashed potatoes, but it was ever present in me and I put those surges in posts.
Now to today. The Pope…what a guy! Can you imagine my excitement when this special person that has global clout and the ear of the world started saying the very same things that had been screaming inside me? He has been heard (and they HEARD him) by the governments and religions of the entire world. If change is to happen, we will never have a better opportunity. Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we are participants in one of the most compassionate turns in History.
I am not going to continue to give a play-by-play of the Pope’s visit because he is creating mini-miracles continuously. More than once I thought about how his presence and receptions are similar to scenes from John Huston’s movie The Bible. The messages are exactly the same. Now, can we do it right this time?
There will be a pall over the country when he leaves tomorrow. As with anyone that stirs the senses, you hate to see them leave and feel a void for a while. We must realize that he is truly the World’s Pope. That good feeling that he gives everyone, is ours for the taking. He’s not gone, just in a different neighborhood. His core fire is great enough to keep our flames ignited. He proved that. And besides, it’s not like he’s on a different planet!
There was a moment yesterday that I felt inadequate in his “call to arms”. It then quickly came to me that I can do what God intends and make a positive difference. I will take ownership of my surroundings and the people in them. I will see the spirits in others and respect them as equals. I will do what I can to give help when needed. I will not contribute to the destruction of the planet. I will respect and take care of my plot of earth for the rest of you.
It will be interesting to watch the news shift to the political fiasco. The level of maturity will probably drop to an all-time low.
But, the playing field has changed. And it will be interesting to see how often the message of the Pope comes into play.
You see…the Golden Rule…a LOT of people got “it”.