Many thoughts mingle in my mind today as I meditate, lying on the edge of the beach. I’m back at the Inlet Colony where I first started writing these Jupiter Chronicles – 13 days ago when I cried and my heart broke open. The sound of the waves is soothing, even though they are agitated, like myself – high tide with a storm brewing.
I received an email today from a friend I met at Paz y Luz last year. After reading a week’s worth of my musings, he said “[they] have an overtone of fear and uncertainty.” He is certain the forces of Light will triumph over the darkness and reminded me to focus on the Light.
Another friend sends me videos and articles from the alternative media full of good guys and bad guys exposing the real story of what’s behind the mainstream media reports.
Any scenario with such striking dualities concerns me.
Still more friends express their worries about economic repercussions of all the lockdowns, lay offs and forced closures. I spoke with a Peruvian friend today, who is the director of Machu Picchu, which is closed like all the other sacred sites in the Cusco region. He thought it would be more like two months rather than two weeks before the quarantine is lifted. He also told me that the government has stopped bringing home Peruvians who are stranded like me, in the US and other countries.
I don’t feel fear but I do have a lot of other feelings and might do things differently if I were the one “in-charge”. Like some friends, I imagine there might be villains and vindicators out there trying to influence things but I’m not inspired by alternative or mainstream media who both feed us with unappetizing doomsday scenarios.
I trust the Light more than world political leaders who don’t seem to understand starvation and dictated poverty can kill more people than this or any virus. If they changed their collective minds, would that be the Light triumphing over darkness? And then what would happen? The who, the how, the what and the why seem like questions that have no answers from our current perspective.
Where does it leave me? I believe there is a force in the universe that conspires to assist us every minute of every day, no matter our outside circumstances. It doesn’t “fix” things but it can, in the midst of a storm, inspire and illuminate our inner knowing, helping us to expand our consciousness.
Something big is happening, I know that. Anyone who thinks they’ve got it figured out may be in for a surprise. Living without needing to know for sure opens all manner of possibilities to envision. I am practicing that.
A storm is brewing here in Jupiter and I might get drenched before I get home. If I do – I wrote before closing my journal and packing up – let me smile at the infinite delight and wonder of it washing me off and cooling me down.
That’s a paraphrase I remembered from a William Saroyan play I looked up when I got home, written in 1939 when another type of storm was brewing.
“In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.”
I made it home not too wet, smiling.
April 13, 2020