As people think and work together, a fabric of shared meaning comes into being. ― Harrison Owen,
Happily, as always with the human spirit, when there is a demise, there is simultaneously an alive emergence of the new — a continual process of rebirth. This is so apparent in these turbulent times as the new paradigm whispers itself into manifestation. I’ve loved this expression ever since I first heard it — Necessity is the mother of invention. I love the implicit hope that it conveys: when all else fails and the great necessity ascends, a feminine quality simultaneously arises, a mother force, a female liberator to birth invention. Invention then meanders into the many expressions of the feminine and masculine energies. Invention will prevail — it always has, it has a good strong mother to nurture and guide it.
Much of the rhetoric today is separatist and does not inspire me. In truth, it hurts me. Peace will never be achieved with opposing viewpoints juxtaposed with extreme compromise. A veneer of peace can gloss its way in for a little while until the woodworms finally reveal their subversive damage.
Up until now, leaders and government have played a futile game of swapping out pillar after pillar in the hope of maintaining the status quo — in the hope that the sky won’t come tumbling down. Swapping out one pillar of hardwood for another pillar of brick or another pillar of steel or even a pillar of eco-bamboo will not bring about lasting change or sustainable harmony. This is the way of the old world. This old world is crumbling. We are coming to terms with how we reengineer the architecture: how we reimagine the collective design of how we all live together on planet Earth.
Rebuilding Our Future
As the pillars finally give way, everything feels on the cusp of collapse. But what we have held up for centuries needs to be consciously dismantled. If we are going to mindfully collaborate and bring forth a new vision based on the eternal pillars of Unity, Peace and Love in the Field of Transcendence, we must be honouring of the transition process. We must be patient and tolerant. As we move into emergence, we must work with what is We must be kind to our outdated systems as we bring in fresher, better and more loving ways to co-exist, co-support, co-nurture all life on Earth. We need the lifeblood of kindness as we are in the fever of burning up what no longer serves us.
If the entire world sought to make itself worthy of happiness rather than make itself happy, then the entire world would be happy. ― Criss Jami
Right now, invention needs to literally rock our foundations and blow the roof off. Not with the force of violence but with the fierce force of a mother’s love. With the fervent force of creation, possibility and outrageous enthusiasm. Women and female elders are being spoken about with a reverence that I have not heard before. With a grounded sense of hope. With a natural and purposeful knowing that the ancient matriarchal ways for governance are needed right now. They are needed to permeate and weave their embodied wisdom and mystical intuition into this modern world, this digital age, this contemporary field. No one can yet know the texture or aesthetic of this weave, no one can yet know the design — but we can trust that a pioneering wave of just and kind governance is majestically arriving.
It’s the energy of the weave that is shaping the tapestry. We must let go of any ideas of what it ‘must’ look like. Any old reference or comparison seals us within the rhetoric and perpetuation of the outmoded paradigm. But how do we trust in the emergence and expect something entirely new? Sometimes it feels like imagining the edge of the universe; imagining what is beyond the ‘edge’ of space.
I pledge my trust in the mother of invention. I place my allegiance in her wisdom and guidance. I commit to listen and be present when she speaks. I accept her vision and I accept the whole picture that she presents right now. I will take her advice to forgive and move on, without negating the possible deep healing processes that I may need. I accept the imperfections and the optimism. I know my faith is not blind because it is bolstered by the miracles I see and experience all around me. I accept that I don’t need to know what is beyond space and what it looks like. I promise to dance and sing with gratitude and grace every day. I promise to tenderly cultivate awe in the reflection of this divine unknown. I choose to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I believe the imperfections are nothing — that the light is everything. Yes, I do!
The Ponds by Mary Oliver
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding
Nobody could count all of them —
the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided —
and that one wears an orange blight —
and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away —
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled —
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
Will you join in this wild unpredictable dance? Will you dance with us as we celebrate the Universal Mother? Will you promise to do your best? Will you share your inspirations born from reading this piece of writing and this exquisite poem by Mary Oliver? Will you meet us always in the field of Unity, Peace and Love in the Field of Transcendence? And on those occasions when you cannot meet us will you promise to remember that we are always there … waiting for you.
We love you …
Paul and Team UPLIFT