Humanity Isn't Trying To Evolve Out Of Here

Mainstream spirituality, like all mainstream institutions, can have too many ‘shoulds’.

Jul 28, 2024

a bee on a flower — Photo by Mike Newbry on Unsplash

The poem in this post started to emerge when I sat down to write the previous post, Spirituality’s Fork In The Road: The Trauma Bypass. Unlike writing prose directly onto the computer, when we write poetry, I too excitedly pick up pens and notepad. Given this is a writer’s platform, I will state the bloody obvious. You can all relate to the satisfaction; the tangibility of utilising the pen as an instrument; scratching out and reordering words, playing with punctuation and the like. The engagement of the physicality; the weightlessness and heaviness as your emotion bears down on the page via the friction of a pen. The joy of scribing, feels something akin to a painter with their brushes. Quality aside, the process of immersion is pleasure enough. Doesn’t matter if I fall off a wave, doesn’t matter if I fall off a page ... there’s always another one. Do-ing can indeed enable Be-ing.

Often the poetry flows, so there isn’t too much of a jumble. The words and phrases I receive from John are typically enough to weave a thread. Nevertheless, I wasn’t making any connection with the poem to what was an inkling for last week’s post. I pressed pause on the poetry. Not to be deterred, the following day John adopted another tack for the post; dropping-in on my return drive from the beach, Remember your refugee students, Simone. This reminder lead to the crux of last week’s somewhat meandering post:

However, we have no control over the choice of others in how they exercise their free will. Never are the cruel and abhorrent actions imposed on children part of any soul contract. To claim so suggests that the child shares responsibility with the perpetrator; that the child held some control over the other’s free will. Any said claim that inflicted trauma on children is a soul’s choice is a spiritual bypass.

That trigger has kept its presence in my heart space this week. Perhaps no coincidence that yesterday a former refugee student (Zia, mentioned in last week’s post), now family, came for a visit. A celebratory meal with his wife and two children, for their eldest’s 11^th birthday. While Zia and Scharifa have been privy to John’s blind swinging, I have not shared any of these writings with them. Scharifa reiterated yesterday, in the context of discussing survivor guilt, the soothe she feels in John’s energy presence, Simone, every time I cry ... I can feel John sitting opposite me ... touching my face ... reminding me not to cry about ‘things’ I had no control over. Compassion is Love expressed through eternal connection and gratitude is how we feel such connection in our human form.

Earlier in the week, ... poked ... to resume with pen, paper and poem; I spent a couple of hours contemplating, peeling some words … thinking it finished. That was, until the following morning when John dropped in, ... poke-poke ... revisit the poem. So, I sat for the best part of Friday with John’s energy and the poem; returning and refining words. More so, permitting the space; the long pauses, the stillness, the silence, meditation ... to listen, to understand.

And in doing so, draw the connection to how the central message of last week’s post gave me the key to resolving the broader scope of that persistent fidgety-niggle. You know, the one that resides between the ribcage, where our soul (and their team) uses our gut-feeling-intuitive-instinct, it’s ... knock-knock ... poke-poke ... for us to listen. The very same soul who uses its place of residence in our body; our heart ... to lead us in love; through the stillness, the silence, the meditation ... to listen, to understand ... self and others.

John’s got the patience of a bloody Saint, my sister would often muse when I relayed some of life’s unfolding events. As you would well know if you have read any of my previous posts, he also has a bloody quirky sense of humour. So, now there was a finished poem for the next ... today’s post. Though, I remained unsure about what to write around this poem?

If last week’s central message was the key; then, to which spiritual door of understanding had I opened was I now closing? I went to sleep last night with that intention, after a wonderful day with Zia and family.

As thoughts carry energetic vibration, I had no doubt it would reach John and team Simone. And I trusted the reply would arrive when I was ready to receive it, which gratefully was this morning upon waking.

The gap between the two is about as wide as a bee’s dick.

OK, I smiled as I roused from a dream-state induced by a meditation I had put on around 3 hours earlier, when I had woken in the wee hours. This was as eloquent as John was getting. He often used the bees dick vernacular, so I knew he was playing with me. I understood John to be saying, Be patient Simone, accept what you already know, so don’t overthink it. He was never one for stating the bloody obvious.

As per my routine each morning; I lay still in the silence of the new day and waited for the call of the Kookaburra or Magpie to determine what time it might be? As it is Winter, there was not yet any light infiltrating the edges of the blind and I am always awake well before Winter’s dawn. Indigenous lore teaches that it is the Kookaburra that heralds the approaching dawn of the day; waking their kin, and the last call at dusk before turning off the lights. If I hear the Magpie first, I always assume it’s later in the period of dawn than when I hear the Kookaburra.

Distracted from thought, the clarity I was seeking came directly from my soul; guidance for my human aspect (my ego), permission to lock the door on mainstream spiritual practices that shut people down.

You can close all the doors of spiritual bypass in their mainstream mandates. Mainstream spirituality which dictates that we should be evolving to transcend humanity; our body and its guide to our human-aspect ... the ego ... including transcending the Earthly plane ... is a fiction of their Human Reality.

Spirituality necessitates a full exploration of being human; all feelings and emotions. Spirituality that seeks to silence and shut down what we feel as negative, is paradoxically, fear-based ... that’s the creative imagination of human reality, the illusion. A shift in perspective, is in understanding, not negating. An understanding will shift how we exercise our human free-will, thus heeding the wisdom of our expansive souls. When we realise this Truth ... it will shut down the atrocities we inflict on others ... not humanity.