When reading such horrific news, it’s a challenge to quell my impulse to look outward…and blame. Yet with even the most MINUSCULE awareness of the infinite web of interconnections involved in this conflict, it’s clear to me that there is no easy solution.
There is no easy solution, no matter how much people — whether inspired by their compassion or their fear — WISH there was.
There is no black and white.
There are only human beings working with whatever level of consciousness they have in this moment.
Stop the war in our minds.
Stop seeing others as enemies. If you are still working in the dichotomy of right and wrong, good and bad, you have enemies.
Remember the unified, infinite, non-dual Source of Love from which we all flow.
My entire being wants to cry, “STOP IT. Stop the killing. Stop the madness.” But in the next moment, I can’t help but consider my own behavior and patterns. When I am in the midst of conflict in my own life, in my own relationships, in my at times war-torn mind, how easy is it for me to say to myself – in all my anger and righteousness – “STOP IT”? Let alone actually stop it.
What room is there for blame and judgment?
Instead, let’s each take responsibility for our own hearts and minds. Let’s just start there.
The energy I’m feeling now reminds me of a song by Jack Johnson:
“It wasn’t me”, says the boy with the gun,
“Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done,
‘Cause life’s been killing me ever since it begun,
You cant blame me cause I’m too young.”
“You can’t blame me, sure, the killer was my son,
But I didn’t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun,
It’s the killing on this TV screen,
You cant blame me, its those images he seen.”
Well, “You can’t blame me”, says the media man,
“I wasn’t the one who came up with the plan,
I just point my camera at what the people want to see,
Man, it’s a two way mirror and you can’t blame me.”
“You can’t blame me”, says the singer of the song,
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on,
“It’s only entertainment and as anyone can see,
The smoke machines and makeup and you can’t fool me.”
It was you, it was me, it was every man,
We’ve all got the blood on our hands,
We only receive what we demand,
And if we want hell, then hell is what well have.
And I would turn on the TV,
But it’s so embarrassing,
To see all the other people,
I don’t even know what they mean.
And it was magic at first,
But it let everyone down,
And now this world is gonna hurt,
You better turn it around.
Turn it around.