What do we do when there is blood in the Waters of Yes? When blood is spilled, what happens when it is carried by the flow of water? It spreads. Dissipates. Incorporates. Curls out and around everything, everywhere, and the blood molecules intermingle with the water molecules until it has left nothing untouched and it has become one, and then the water keeps on flowing.
When blood is spilled anywhere on this planet, because we are a system and intricately interconnected, it touches all of us, intermingles with us and curls out and around us, everywhere. Whether we consciously know it or not. But especially when we are made aware of the spilling.
I’m talking about physical blood, I’m talking about energy, I’m talking about belief systems, I’m talking about information. I’m talking about the spread of dis-ease that happens every day, and I’m also talking about the spread of love and the spread of healing.
Blood is our physical human life-force. Blood is the carrier of nutrients throughout our bodies. Blood is flowing constantly in our living bodies, and when we die, blood ceases to flow. This—dying—is a natural process, an intrinsic part of the life cycle. But when blood is intentionally shed for the purpose of killing someone, or many people, in the name of making a point or defending something we hold dear, something has gone deeply wrong in the system, in our organism. Like cancer.
For as long as animals have been around, animals have killed other animals for their own survival and for the sustenance of their kin or pack. What went wrong when humans came onto the scene is that killing became something that was done to serve being in power, being right, division (in the form of defense) from one another, and domination. This is a sickness, an illness, a deep unwellness of the human organism, and also an incredible opportunity for consciousness to rise.
As a species, we’re currently lost, profoundly lost, from our knowledge and our sense of being unified with others. This is our deepest illness now. We conceptually understand this, but what happens when one of us does something that hurts another of us, or our loved ones, or our tribe? Well, the very notion of a tribe being “ours” itself implies that other tribes are “not-ours,” and therefore we are separate, or different, from them. And then we feel we need to protect ourselves from “them.” This is understandable, because it looks like they are different when they make different choices than we would make. Like hurting someone we love, or hurting us, or hurting scores of people we don’t even know.
But what happens when someone hurts us or someone we love, and our reaction is that we want to hurt them? Make them pay for their actions? Make them pay for our pain? Make them see what’s right and what’s wrong, from our perspective, which in those moments we don’t even see as a perspective, but as the truth. Or the right thing. This is very dangerous and a very slippery slope. And it has been, and is, happening all over the planet, every day. You hurt me, I hurt you. On and on and on.
What is the way home from here?
It seems to me that we have forgotten that we, humanity, are one human body, expressed and manifested into 7 billion body parts. We have forgotten that we are one unit with 7 billion parts, rather than 7 billion separate units, which is what it appears we are. It’s as if our cells have forgotten that they’re united in keeping the human body healthy and well, and instead have organized themselves into limbs, like arms and legs and fingers, and each of the limbs have decided that they’re right, sovereign, and independent of the whole, and therefore defending their own positions and their own wellness, despite whether it hurts the other arm or a foot, and despite whether it hurts the whole body.
The tragedy is that the forgetting is so widespread that we all keep hurting each other. We forgot that hurting those who are also hurting won’t make wellness.
What makes wellness? For starters, remembering or recognizing the whole system. That we are ALL connected. That we are one human body with many different functions. What would it be like to remember that? I mean really, truly remember that? That a jihadist is my elbow or my finger. MY ELBOW, MY FINGER. A part of MY BODY. Let that sink in. It’s easy to think of, say, Mother Teresa as a part of my body, because she did such good, loving work in the world and I like to think of myself as good and loving. We all do. Even the jihadists. But what if a murderer of children is MY FEMUR? That a sexual predator is MY EYEBROW? And, for that matter, that I, as an American or as someone who doesn’t have a specifically definable religious identity am SOMEONE ELSE’S SPLEEN? They might shudder to think that thought.
What if we are all each other’s body parts, and we all function in a much larger system called the body of humanity? How would we view and approach and deal with each other then? How might we approach a part of our own body that’s unwell, versus seeing the unwellness as outside of us?
To be able to know this unity as true is the ultimate in embodiment. In order to heal, to activate our intrinsic organismic self-healing mechanism, which every living body has encoded in its cells, we must embody everything and everyone, and see it ALL as part of our OWN body.
This is a radical idea: That we must reassemble our human body so that we can bring it to its own healing. Let it sink in. Breathe in… and out… and in again. Be with it awhile and see how it feels. Does it give you pause? Do you find questions arising, effervescent, like bubbles in carbonated water?
We must acknowledge that each individual human entity, as the limbs and systems and cells and DNA of a much bigger organism, are affecting the entire organism, and we must activate our healing. We must stop alienating and cutting off our limbs. We must stop dividing and demonizing each other.
It’s time for us to embrace ourselves and hold ourselves accountable and listen and open our hearts.
The most counter-intuitive thing we can do at a time when there is great loss and fear and anxiety and pain and bleeding is to love. To open our hearts. To listen. To be curious. To ask questions and to really want to know the answers. And that’s exactly the thing that’s needed, right now, in the face of the blood that’s been spilled, no, poured into the Waters of Yes..
Are you willing to start right here, inside yourself? In the Waters of Yes, this is where the true healing begins…
What do we do when there is blood in the Waters of Yes? When blood is spilled, what happens when it is carried by the flow of water? It spreads. Dissipates. Incorporates. Curls out and around everything, everywhere, and the blood molecules intermingle with the water molecules until it has left nothing untouched and it has become one…
And then the water keeps on flowing. Opportunity is in this invitation…
