there is no singular.
Nothing is singular.
Everything - and I mean everything - impacts everything.
From the gross to the subtle,
from the individual to the collective -
From the present forward -
We hold an impact.
And these impacts are anything but singular.
They are dynamic -
All encompassing -
And everlasting waves and ripples and monsoons of influence.
Our intentions and attitudes and all the ways in which we move through the world are our drops into the sea of Our Collective human experience.
What we put in & out
we get in & out.
( ( ( ( ( and so will everyone else ) ) ) ) )
Someway.
Someday.
Somehow.
This is due to the Truth that we are all interconnected and walking among a collective of beings all here doing the same thing: learning to love.
And when we see separation, it can be the greatest challenge to choose love.
Singularity through separation gives us the lens of problems when we could see solutions.
It pulls us out of our true center
( A n a h a t a )
The space where we amend.
The space where we repair.
The space where we restore balance and beauty and belonging.
The space where we meet in every way we can.
And to get to that center -
That softness -
That balance and blend -
Takes work and effort and accountability -
It takes doing the work of holding the whole instead of judging apart the parts -
The mess,
The magick,
The mistakes,
The harm done to and from,
The ways in which we have forgotten who it is we truly are -
As well as all the ways in which we still remember deep deep within.
No part better than or worse.
All perfectly perfect -
with still so much great work to do.
( our essence )
It is possible.
And no effort to achieve this wholeness of being ever goes wasted.
So may our effort be to hold it all
See it all
Feel it all -
All we are,
And all that is,
With great accountability and care,
As we start to shine light on the truth:
There is no singular.
Today onward, I am encouraging that we begin to notice the ways in which we lump, clump, and slump ourselves ( and each other ) into singular judgements and categories of right or wrong/ good or bad/ cancelled out/ or welcomed in - and again,
E v e r y t h i n g in B e t w e e n
What if we started to bring the depth up,
The wisdom forward,
And began to understand our roots and all the roots
Our ripples and all the ripples
Impact us all.
Our current climate is judgement, guys.
And judgement doesn't heal. It harms.
And we can be the ones that change that.
Our current culture is oppressive.
We categorize our people through hierarchical systems of judgement and singular identity labeled by race, religion, sexual orientation, personal wealth, and all the other categories of indifference.
Our current conditioning is separation.
We live in our ego mind which has created an ego world.
We look outward to blame and inward to shame.
We fear over our capacity to love and forget this is an abundant world and we could - oh yes we could - all live an abundant and dignified life.
We could be the ones who begin to remember and live into that remembering.
We currently find value in that which does not live and lose sight of the lives being lost day in and day out.
We have picked and pulled ourselves apart so much that this idea of wholeness seems so foreign and forgotten - when in truth it is our essence - our birthright - our livelihood:
To be whole, to be healed, to be free.
L i b e r a t i o n Ya’ll.
But, can you see why and how the idea of singularity may have made it impossible to find compassion, connection and clarity?
We have been living in the fog and on the edge of singularity -
But again,
WE CAN CHANGE THAT.
A singular lens would show you my parents died from homicide and suicide by cop.
My dad was judged by many - even those closest to our family had the hardest time to see his humanity and instead placed labels on him and us as “bad” “terrible” “how could he do such a thing?” judgement - shame - guilt - blame - misery loves company and we all love someone to blame for our own suffering - but, there’s no room to breath in those spaces and definitely no room to heal.
Which is why I found a different perspective - a higher one.
A Collective lens or what I like to call a Higher perspective lens shows me my parents died to the harm and abuse and neglect done to them from their very first breath all the way to their very last. They were strong and we had and still have SO MUCH LOVE YA’ALL - it pours through us - but it wasn't enough to live through the systems of oppression when you live with addiction and deep wounds of neglect, abuse and abandonment from childhood. My dad didn't want to take my mom’s life. He was so beaten down to his core with shame and lack of worth from his own experiences of living in this culture and world that eventually it all just became too much - and I Can see that now - I couldn't see that all as clearly before - but I Can now…
My dad was hurting.
My dad was harmed.
My mom was hurting.
My mom was harmed.
( We are hurting.
We have been harmed)
There is depth and darkness as well as brilliance and beauty in our story -
in all our stories.
and with a singular lens we can forget all the abundance and beauty and love -
still here -
always here -
awaiting to be found.
It is never all or nothing -
And although my parents did not get to heal fully on this Earth with me,
We still heal and heal together.
And I feel our ripples of love and forgiveness leading to great understanding.
It is powerful.
And I am grateful.
And hopeful.
So please, begin to notice the confines created when we start viewing life from a singular lens.
We need deep love to bring forward the great wisdom from our story - our collective story -
Of rising above and healing on through.
May we be gracious.
May we be kind.
May we be grateful -
We get to begin again and again and again and again…
May we give ourselves and each other some much overdue and over needed grace, gentleness and understanding (which leads to forgiveness so again the ripple the ripple the ripple…)
as we start noticing the entanglement of illusions living through us -
We can sort those strings,
We can remove those thorns,
We can heal these impressions.
The collective of healing, harmony and humanity happens with us.
Our stories have depth and darkness and beauty and brilliance -
may we see it -
and may we hold it as we create a brighter destiny.
-keri
