I want something uplifting.
I want my life back!
This morning, I made a conscious choice NOT to read anything political. I didnโt read the โexpertsโ who popped up in my email box. I didnโt get caught by any Google images or headlines with dire warnings. I didnโt go to any of the โexpertโsโ sites Iโve been reading. And I never watch regular television news.
As I searched the Internet for uplifting sites, a quote from Jane Roberts popped up as an image.
โSuffering is not good for the soul unless it teaches you to stop suffering.โ
I woke up this morning from a nightmareโwhich I rarely haveโgrateful the dream wasnโt real.
If youโve been reading me, you will know Iโve been in grief over the election and how I feel about our country and the election. I felt, and still feel, that our freedoms were, one after the other, being dragged from us.
Then I read that suffering is not good for the soul unless it teaches you to stop suffering.โ
Teach me.
I have no magic wand. I have no brilliant advice to bestow. ย I have learned that you do not change anyoneโs opinion or belief by arguing. It just makes them dig in deeper. They have a principle to uphold, and so do I.
However, we can inch toward the light.
Our souls are good, but we have been neglecting nourishing them, at least I have.
Last night, from the documentary The Mindwashing of My Dad, I learned how Nixon turned a blue US into a red one. A media mogul groomed him to think that Americans were dumb, lazy, and wanted to be fed. From Nixon, we learned that the only thing that trickled down from the Trickle-Down Theory was meanness.
WHO ARE WE?
Actually, we are people who want TO TRUST.
We want to learn THE TRUTH. ย
Once, we looked to Newspapers, columnists, and journalists to bring us the news. We canโt all go out into the world and collect it. We have lives to live, families to feed, work to do, creativity to express and enjoy, so we trusted the collectors to bring it to us.
We paid them to do their job.
We trusted that they had reliable sources, that they were ethical, and that truth in reporting was not only morally essential, but the law.
That morphed into television- a great potential to bring us together, give us information, and tell us how the world was doing. However, it can be bought like most everything else. It became a fight for control and attention. We didnโt think it was our job to legislate morality. Foolish us.
We have been blatantly lied to, fooled, bought, or wrestled by nefarious means into a corner. And this wrestling has been skillfully orchestratedโso much so that people donโt trust anything. We can be manipulated. Take a good magician using the shell game: They can remove the ball from under the cup without us even seeing it. I once heard a magician say that even magicians can be fooled.
We arenโt lazy people. We are confused people. Weโre tired.
Keep the people stirred up, and they are controllable. Give somebody the military, and we are sitting ducks.
WHO ARE WE?
WE ARE THE PEOPLE who once stood behind the principle that we are a GOVERNMENT FOR THE PEOPLE AND BY THE PEOPLE.
Once, we believed that โour problems were caused by man; therefore, they can be solved by man.โ (Or women or humankind.) Then we got the idea that it wasnโt happening fast enough and that we ought to force it.
The mystical part of who we are is bleeding.
I searched Oprah and found that the real purpose of her show was to teach responsibility. That the choices we make every day have to do with what we receive.ย She has paid attention to the soul since beginning her television appearance. At first, she was afraid television wasnโt ready for it, and it wasnโt. Now we believe more in our internal Knowingness to lead the way.
Some points I learned or were reminded of this morning are:
Donโt try to convince anyone of anything.
(It leads to anger and despair with little chance of improvement.)
Do my positive thoughts or negative affect the situation?
You are in the gap from where you are to where you want to be. (Thatโs always the case)
Get an idea that rings your soul.
Find something you can focus on and allow well-being, like the pitty-pat of rain on the roof, to pour down on you.