Love And
Peace, Mi Amora.
It is a
while since I write to you, and a fair amount occurs since then. I have a few dreams this past evening
generally about the synthesis of my politics with future convention. The take-away is: compassion.
I also see advancements in security and protection.
After AM
meditations, as I am preparing to perform Salat and Yoga, I see a young woman
clearing the frost from her windows. I
think of you. And I experience an
awakening consideration. Previously, I
am discouraged by the prospect of having to satisfy all the different cultural
requirements of your Mixed Ethnicity heritage, particularly those of your far
and mor. I know that even as liberal and
progressive as my parents are whilst I am being raised, both of my parents have
racist biases and prejudices; including
general biases making it difficult for me to initially find you. I can only imagine the reservations that your
parents have against me, particularly considering my Mysticism and politics.
Then it
occurs to me today: for you to be with
me, for our paths to coalesce, it seems necessary for you to be like me. I mean that, like me, you are bale to reach a
rather special balance between distancing yourself from the antiquated myopia
of your parents whilst continuing to honour your parents, your ancestors, and
your tradition.
I actually
think many people in our generation (and indeed in every generation) do
this. But I think we are doing this in
an increasingly multi-ethnic, multi-religious, multi-national, and
multicultural manner. This is our
community.
I recognise
that this may seem to be a rather self-involved (and even narcissistic)
epiphany: you are just like me; yet it provides me solace as it make me feel
closer to you and closer to being with you.
I attend the
Parliament a few weeks ago. And I have
to smile: events transpire in a manner
seemingly somewhat different than what I previously write. I guess that can be attributed to the nature
of my approximation (what some may call, “imperfection”). I guess it can be attributable to the Divine
whimsy of serendipity and its refusal to be calculated. I guess it can be attributed to my own myopic
perceptions that preclude me from recognising that it does happen as I
describe. And I guess that can be
attributable to what has yet to come.
Whilst
listening to Karen Armstrong during 1 of the plenaries, I experience a Mystic
awakening. At that moment, I am paying
half attention whilst I peruse through texts and Facebook. Then, whilst sitting in the back of the
exhibit hall, I observe people walking back and forth. And when I look at each person, I experience
the strong symmetry that each person is me;
only separated by sequence and matter.
Each person’s characteristics and personality are my characteristics and
personality, only with different emphases.
This notion
of spiritual connexion is something that I definitely experience before. I feel the “Namaste” with many people. But this particular Mystic experience is
different. It is a direct connexion with
my ego; and because of that, there is increased
immediacy. Instead of having initial
sexual thoughts towards any woman I see, my thoughts are: that is me.
Instead of having initial violent thoughts towards any man I see, my
thoughts are: that is me. And whilst I previously have certain
discipline within such thoughts, since this occurrence, my discipline is
increasingly keen. And I recognise that
the progression from perceiving everyone as me is perceiving me as everyone
else: I am simply a reflection of
everyone I see in my dream.
In the weeks
since the Parliament, the force of this awakening subsides a little, as I
return into my routine; but it
continues. And I am increasingly
disciplined in my practice of celibacy til marriage.
An act of
power necessarily is evidence of weakness;
the consideration is energy.
Love And
Peace,
Peter.
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