Supermankind to the Rescue!
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- Written by Eve Moore
Supermankind to the Rescue!
There is
kryptonite
in our midst.
A pox
upon our
house.
It seeks, by way
of its radio-active frequency,
to weaken our
power.
It can look
like a rock.
Or a newscaster.
Or a virus
wearing a
crown.
But these guises
are only masking the
face of what this
nemesis is:
FEAR.
An old adversary,
let’s be clear. Even
if an ally in moments
when we’ve needed to
heed its cautionary
alarms blaring
DANGER.
Despite all appearances,
and much evidence, i grant, to the contrary,
this is not one of
those times.
Don’t misunderstand!
Yes, there is real peril
in our midst; and, yes,
many are suffering
at its hand.
[ Not so very surprising,
nor should it be unexpected,
a global sickness coming to
life on a living planet that
has been made ill for
a long, long time. ]
And so the lot of us
are working to keep
the peril at bay.
To meet our
loss and grief and
nervous systems
with open hearts
and willing spirits.
And that is all
to the good.
What is not
to the good, nor
of service to the greater
whole, is the surreptitious role
fear is now getting to play behind
the wave of virulence, within the
well-meaning words of caution
and containment that actually
have the net effect of working
against us and our wellbeing
at this critical point in
our global social
evolution.
Fear
weakens
immunity.
It’s a fact.
And while we want to know
what’s going on in the world,
all around the world—all the time,
FOMO is wreaking havoc on
our intrinsic resistance
to harmful agents.
We know it’s happening.
And, like a virus,
it’s spreading.
Let’s let that
be enough.
Let’s let go of the need
to know more than
what is necessary
to keep our wits
about us, our
wise souls
centered
within
us.
This is our
superpower
right now.
Saying no to
that part of us drawn
like moths to the flickering,
forceful lure of more and more
that only singes and burns
our means of flying
in the dark.
Saying no
to its unyielding
electromagnetic pull,
lowering, numbing our qi’s forcefield,
disabling our ability to shine.
Even and especially in
this extraordinarily
overcast moment.
For to shine,
right now,
is to be of the
highest service
to the world,
and worlds
of consciousness.
It is to bring an
energetic wave of
light and love to the dense
shadow of doom and gloom
being fomented for
greater ratings, not
greater good.
What we
resist
persists,
even when
it’s our own
resistance.
Let’s find a way,
gently, gently,
within us to keep
all the click baiting,
ratings-making,
eyeball-baking
at bay.
There is enough reasonable fear
in this great unknown, and unknowable,
unfolding without having to buy
into the fans flaming worst
and worsening
case-by-case
scenarios.
What is being
broadcast now informs fear,
not knowledge.
Not really.
However expert we are
at analysis and epidemiology,
we humans just do not know the nature
of this scourge we’re being confronted by,
nor do we know, nor can we predict,
what its course
will be.
Ok.
This unknown
is a real grapple
we each have
to contend
with, to
tend
to.
But
going
TO WAR
with yet
another
living thing
on our planet
helps nothing,
and nobody.
Let’s
declare peace
on this force of nature
that like any tornado
is an act of
god.
Peace on
the dread we
feel, the worry
and concern we carry
in the pits of our stomachs,
the knot of shock and fear held
in the midst of these troubled
times we face
together.
In this way,
our vulnerability
is our new strength;
its disempowerment is
catalyzing our empowerment
as a global people,
as a unified
collective.
What lies
on the other side of
NOT HAVING TO KNOW
more than we do right now,
which is all we really need to know:
the necessity of social distancing,
self-care, rest, resilience,
inner resourcefulness
retreat, its
release,
— grounding,
breathing—
is a new kind of
peace.
This is not
head-in-the-sand
peace, for that is
just avoidance.
This is the kind
and quality of peace that
comes from seeing what is,
knowing that we are doing all
we can to meet it, admitting
that anything more is beyond
our control, allowing it
to be what it
will be,
and
letting go
of the ancient
dog-whistling voice of fear,
however new and convincing
it sounds through
our hi-def
systems.
It’s kryptonite.
And it is a very,
very disabling
frequency.
Even to the
strongest
of us.
Yes,
it is hard
not to suffer when
our world is suffering.
But we are here to transmute
this suffering, not get caught in its
gravity that has never
felt heavier
to lift.
Lightwork
is anything but
light work, as we
are coming
to see.
Trickier.
Whether
we are aware of the
psychodynamics mass media
wield to overpower our minds, they are,
nevertheless, being manipulated every
time we tune in to any “stream”
other than the sun’s beams,
our kids’ play, the birds
singing the air alive...
our miracle breaths
in and out, in sync
with the tempo
of our hearts
and souls,
and...
We can
hear it now...
shhhh, just
listen...
hear
what we could not
before the din stopped dinning
if we let go of the need
to know what we
—“they"—
cannot…
let go
of the
remote,
the phone,
the mouse,
any means
by which we
“track” 19 and
distance our self
—remove ourselves—
from this 20/20 moment
so unwritten, so inviting us
to see ourselves, each other
from a whole new perspective.
One seeing out-of-the-box/screen.
Focus on the problem, we get more
of the problem; focus instead on the
solution, and we power up the
wavelength of solution.
Even transmutation.
It all depends
on how we
look at it.
See
the people
running our markets,
stocking, bagging, cashing
us out; the people transporting our
goods; the people manning gas stations;
the many people tending our sick and
elderly; the people managing
our waste and recyclables;
the people keeping our
water and electricity
flowing—the list of
TRUE HEROES
goes on.
Everyday
people going
about their everyday
jobs wearing their usual
cloaks of invisibility
in our society...
suddenly,
we get to see just how
important they are, and have been;
never before considered heroic,
they are heroically showing
up to keep the wheels
of our complex
civilization
turning.
And it’s a
beautiful,
marvelous
sight to
behold.
Like the dolphins,
swans, fish visible in Venice's
now sparkling archipelago, the starlight
city dwellers have never before
seen dancing
overhead.
Earth’s
lungs are clearing;
humankind's lungs
will clear, too, with
each exhale.
BREATHE
in pure air,
breathe out
anything
that is
not.
What will
we be able to
see, to notice, to grasp
when we look up
from the 24/7
must-see
"news”?
The light
taking hold,
all around the world,
or the dark,
blind as
ever?
Yes,
there are
forces seeking to
keep us tuned to the frequency
of disaster and despair, for it enables
those still trafficking in this dark matter to
hack the global mindset of mankind
like never before—even this site
has been affected by its
grab for power—
and its profit
at all costs.
It’s the
biggest,
best weapon
darkness has to
call us all back into
servitude of endlessly
profitable fear—all it takes
is the hypnotic suggestion,
delivered through teleprompter,
that we should be afraid,
very afraid.
That we
need saving.
But look at who is
saving who—we
are saving
us.
We are finding
the ability—and it’s
there, coded in our DNA,
—to hear the light, hold light, be light,
if only to counterbalance the
dark blindly seeking to hold
us captive in 3D cells
behind pixelated
lock and
key:
so much
better for sales,
the illusion of continual
growth, no more
sinister than
that.
Once we see this
within and amidst all
that is happening, we can
find our capacity to see
beyond it to what
beckons in the
light of day,
the light
of all
that
is.
Our earth
is revealing her
most spectacular colors
of the season, whether
spring or fall. Take
a peek. Linger
for a spell.
Allow it
to be
the
news.
It is,
after all.
The adventure
of a lifetime
awaits if
—if—
we are
open to
its epic
invitation.
Inviting us in
these uncertain times,
no uncertain terms
<< TO BE >>
right where
we are.
In this
singular,
sacred moment
where we are needed
just as desperately
as all the other
frontline
heroes.
This one
species’ gigantic
footprint paradoxically makes us
each aware of our own
footprint in this
small world
begging
us to
leap.
Our
vision quest is
at hand, and it will
only reveal its secrets,
its vast buried treasure,
through the lens of
introspection
calling us
to its
still
gaze.
What will
the world look like
when this tide has receded?
That’s the work:
to imagine.
What if
that is why
we are all in
this global
here?
Now?
To find
the super
conductive
power we each
have within us, the
divine force of presence
and love, peace, beauty and joy,
unconditionally ours to experience
—no matter the situation—
to savor, honor,
emit and
share
over
the distance of
six feet, or the span
of the whole wide
world.
It is our
ineffable
nature.
All it takes
to tap in is
a cape,
a wish
and
a prayer:
a prayer most
apt in this moment
when we find ourselves glued
to the what ifs, the wherefores,
the survival drama tattooed
on the synaptic biceps
of our bodies
electric.
Magnetic.
Perhaps
the influence
under which we’ve
collectively fallen isn’t
owing only to the fear
of getting sick, or
missing out,
or ceasing
to be—
be it
physical death,
or a portentous death
of the ways we were
before this crisis
took hold
—perhaps
our real addiction
is to the future, a time
and place we cannot ever,
never ever see or know
—as never before—
however much
we strain
to.
For it
takes form
with our every
waking—and
wide awake,
thought.
Probabilities?
Or possibilities?
Dissonance or
resonance?
Old earth
or new
earth?
It's
our
stark
choice
to navigate
—in real time.
Perhaps
seeding a
middle
way.
And so a prayer
in service of
each one
of us
all:
God grant me
the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom
to know the
difference.
Om
How do we heal the
world? We don’t. We heal ourselves.
The rest will follow.
Now,
get your cape
(your soul knows
where it's stashed),
make a wish (or three) for
a better, brighter, sounder world,
and trust—believe—you
can make
it so.
And so
it is.
Up,
up,
and
away!
| I wish you/all well;
may the force
be with us/all. |
*
© 2020 by Eve Moore.
© Photo by Eve Moore.
Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix
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