The Shadow Detour

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The Shadow Detour

In 2016, post the election of Donald Trump, I sat down at my computer and typed a title, “The Shadow Detour.” For four years I sat on this blog post, unable to figure out how to construct it accurately. The words just never came. The ideas never really flowed. I had the gist of what I wanted to say, but the longer I let it collect dust, the more I kept feeling it was not time.

I believe the time has now come. I admit that the following words are a grave over-simplification as the issues we face are far more nuanced and multi-faceted. Like a body finally succumbing to dis-ease, it’s not always just one factor that is the culprit, especially after years of neglect.


Something quite amazing and remarkable has taken place in this country. We, on the tail of one of our brightest achievements (the election of Barack Obama), were faced with our darkest shadow and deepest fear, embodied within the election of Donald Trump and the subsequent movement that he galvanized.

We came face-to-face with the sicknesses and cancers that have always plagued our American experiment. Many have now flown from this darkness as if to escape a burning high-rise. (Sidenote: the fact that the past 20 years have been book-ended by national catastrophe, seems a subject of cosmic intrigue to me). And many others have wholly embraced the shadow - void of reason, logic, discernment, and critical thinking - the byproduct of decades of dumbing down the America populace. Those who have flown are fleeing the invitation to truly know, understand, heal and integrate the shadow of this county.

We sin against the opportunity to grow and become enlightened (more evolved, wise, and more fully self-realized and aware) by both embracing only our darkest natures as much as in fleeing only to the light, seeking to ignore and damn our shadow.

The sickness that has become our shadow has also manifested in a nation-wide pandemic that has, and continues to, claim American lives by the thousands. Our inability to see beyond our own egos and our own selfishness has only contributed to the inevitable death march. Our desire for “freedom” and our commitment to rugged individualism has “trumped” our selfless humanity and our ability to do good by our neighbor. With the election of Biden, many of us herald back to the dream that was 4 years prior. However, we can not just turn away from the darkness of the past 4 years and brush it away as if the lessons we could learn are not worth the effort. We must take great care and consider the time old adage, “If you do not learn from your history, you are bound to repeat it.”

It is universally understand amongst healers that when a person suppresses what they deem to be a character flaw, an unconventional belief or desire, or their natural energetic expression, in the interest of fitting some mold, that the desire, the belief, the energy does not merely vanish. On the contrary. It hides! And hides. And hides. And in the dark, it festers. It often grows. It becomes a beast. But unlike regular beasts, this one does not die when it’s ignored and starved. No. It grows more ravenous, more determined, more hostile. And then it starts to seep out into the person’s character often in the form of resentment, anger, rage, depression, etc. It can also express itself as apathy, indifference, cowardice, and fear.

America has such a shadow. Has had such a shadow. But instead of seeking to understand it and heal it, we have (actually more accurately, the powers that be - the white hegemony has) only sought to suppress it all the more. And if I may use a Biblical reference, the head of this “beast” became Trump. Before him, I don’t think the beast had the proper eyes to focus, legs to mobilize, or the facilities to express their need to be seen. The beast broke out on the 6th of January, 2021 after a year of false information and plague. But you see, in the dark, where light does not exist, it is impossible to see truth or discern fact from fiction. No surprise conspiracy has run rampant.

Will there be more break-outs as the beast continues to thrash against its cage? ABSOLUTELY! Not until we finally sit down and set up means of addressing its issues and concerns will peace ever come.

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2019/an epilogue

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2019/an epilogue

There is a truth in the sand,
in the dunes,
and the rising sun.

The blistering sting of billions of particles of star dust,
caught on the wind in ominous billows.

Oases are few and rare,
tempting one to stay and rest for a while.
But I must journey on past these little human,
indulgences.

There is something calling me,
ridding my life of things I once held dear.
The void, Kali, the dark night that can be felt.
In me, through me, all around me.

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The Lesson of the Stove

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The Lesson of the Stove

For almost the path two decades, my spiritual walk has afforded me many insights into the Divine and my relationship with it. Concepts I once believed so concretely, I would later deem as merely childsplay. And concepts and ideas I would never have considered as truth, I would discover were closer to truth than what I previously believed. However, in all of this, I have, in varying degrees, wrestled with my fundamental dualistic conditioning.

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Dream Portents

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Dream Portents

- In the language of dreams, Spirit speaks the clearest. The universe beckons us on. -

I often dream in my sleep and I believe in the language of the midnight hours when the soul returns and taps briefly into the sum of all things, where the past, the now, and the future reside effortlessly and seamlessly, like one pool of water flowing into another, into another, into another - feeding each other through the expanse of space and time.

Sometimes my dreams are collaborations of my physical state, something I saw recently, or some issue that my subconscious is trying to solve. Other times I am visiting another with an important piece of sage advise. And yet, at other times it is I who is receiving a personal message from the Divine. This post is to share with you, what I believe, is one of the latter occurrences.

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Salt and Sugar (or, The case against Mr. Trump)

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Salt and Sugar (or, The case against Mr. Trump)

We are nearing the end of the 2016 American Presidential election cycle and boy-oh-boy, what a year it has been, complete with willful verbal missteps, political wrangling and accusations of fraud and disenfranchisement, enough sound bites to deafen every child of a small country, the closest a woman has every gotten to being Commander-in-Chief, Russian hacker espionage, shortsighted political movements based on race and age, circus acts regarding minorities that have embarrassed the most sensible of all of us, and, and, and, and, and.

What can also be said about this election year is that it has been like none other in the course of American history.

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Crucible

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Crucible

It has taken me several days to figure out what I needed emotionally, physically, intellectually, and spiritually around Orlando. Spirit has been urging me (as a form of process) to put voice to what I am feeling. This post is not meant to be the be-all-end-all of opinions or perspectives about Orlando or any other topic herein addressed.

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"...Help my unbelief!" - Finding Faith Amidst Uncertainty

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"...Help my unbelief!" - Finding Faith Amidst Uncertainty

There comes a time, every so often, when wrestling with what I truly believe, don't believe, and want to believe comes to a head. As my word this year is "Faith," 2016 is one of those times. Over the past 23 years, I have discovered one simple truth - for every well thought-out, researched, and staunchly believed religious tenet, there is an opposing side that is just as well thought-out, researched, and staunchly believed. It is true what they say, "Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one!"

At present, I feel the need to just write. Write what's coherent. Write what's incoherent. Pen down my anger and frustration. And write whatever else is on my heart and mind. As Shrek once said, "There's more room out than in."

This post is part struggle, part rant, part getting it out - making room, part brain-dump, and just part "UGH"!

I am purposefully making no attempt at trying to be spiritually enlightened in this post, just spiritual and honestly frustrated. I guess, one could say, it's the wrestling that leads to the light.

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Be Still...

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Be Still...

I can't hear myself think! No, no, more accurately, my mind and senses are being inundated and I'm processing so much that I can't hear much else.

This year has seemingly been nothing less than a growing crescendo of cacophonous noise! I watch and listen as our communities, our country, and our world tirelessly careens from one scandal to another injustice to another protest, riot, act of terror, social political circus act, and ultimately war, and death.

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The Truth ...

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The Truth ...

It has been 8 months since I last updated my personal blog. And there have been several reasons for this: I have been so busy promoting my business - Spiritual Eros, most of my writing has been as educator and promoter of Spiritual Eros, yet the biggest reason I haven't written is fear.

The truth is hard to tell sometimes. It's exposing. It's vulnerable. And It might create an atmosphere that might be rife with judgment, cynicism, and ridicule. But I have always believed that the truth sets us free. It moves us onward and out of the darkness, out of the shadows, out into the light. It freshens the air and, for a while, gives us a new perspective on life.

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