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    ~Alchemical Activism~

    • Apr 29, 2020
    • 3 min read

    Lock down. House arrest. Are the days of living connection now a thing of the past?.

    living connection

    I definitely have my own take to what i perceive is taking place, unraveling in the world. I feel called to write thoughts down that have been accumulating these past days.

    I'm writing from a psychological perspective, my perceived reality when at home remedying with diving deep into the more hidden aspects of our nature in the mind. And, with the facts and views i have been engaged in dialoging with others.

    Yesterday i took refuge in what could only be called a pre recorded virtual Satsang with like minded seekers, from a past age. The counter culture aspirants held by 2 of the greatest intellectuals of growth and spirituality , Ramdass and Steven levine. 2 of the teachers for whom i deeply admire and respect as they walk their talk with empirical wisdom.

    Becoming conscious is very difficult and painful. In my experience. It calls forth having to confront the endless neurosis, trauma and habitual ways of the ego that pull me away from my essential self. Its daily work, to be self responsible and accountable for all my own feelings and projected states. Dying into life, the recording from this weekend lecture is available on audible and i highly recommend it,

    living in this technocratic age, where digital devices are common place household means to connect with feels like we are replacing the real, natural authentic ways we always did. Have we all sold out?

    I've tried previously living without a device/ phone and off grid. It was wonderful to not be caught up in the synthetic imitative world, trawling through endless social media interfaces and being dependent on it for work. I was much more present in my being, engaging with life and people. Living without a bank, or device ? in this day and age... not sure it's even possible....

    What is sad in this particular juncture, is we are more than ever dependent on our devices now to connect or we risk of becoming obsolete ( in terms of ego understanding). There is a vitality in being seen, witnessed in energy. Nothing replaces living connection. The above picture i included was taken of myself and a friend at the love Art festival in Berlin a few years ago. Where Art, bohemian style discourse, cutting edge sharing groups and conscious orgies and orgasms were all part of exploring connection. It was a truly gifted experience to be part of.

    We are human and therefore need and require energetic exchange of connection. House arrest, social distancing is de humanizing people.

    Shaming and blaming people who break this now law, has become the new schism among people. Friends are divided as we all hold different beliefs and interpretations as to what the given virus narrative is. The questioning, ruminating minds like mine are not buying into the pandemic narrative.

    Others who give easily into being dictated to and hold existential, unexamined fears, succumb easily to mainstream propaganda and risk everything.

    You could also go one step further and question the whole global societal response to the pass it off contagion as fascism. It ticks all the boxes.

    Setting people against each other, a classic way to control the mob and wannabe revolutionaries is a sure way to create havoc and huge global mental, emotional and physical distress for all people.

    Its like living through a scifi film. you couldn't make this up if you tried.

    I don't hold the answers, but i do know what my heart and intuition speak~ and she rages against any form of totalitarianism.

    I need to address my rage in this~ my ego is having a field day at being bossed around and I'm resisting accepting the what is. My self righteous part wants to speak up against tyranny and i know there is plenty of fuel for the fire, blaming is easy to do. Self accountability on the other hand, much more difficult.

    I feel I'm getting so lost in all the present narratives i loose my sense of joy and magic as i give my power away to my anger and hatred. I feel deeply lonely.

    I miss being in sharing groups (physically) where we together process and unpack authentically what is going on, on a personal basis as with the collective. The power of being witnessed just as we are and held with no judgment is truly powerful and healing.

    So for me it's back to the inner workings ~ 'alchemical activism', and the odd rant.

    Essence. Breath, and Softening.

     
     
     

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