A Sacred Table

I weep for the children who are all the innocent victims caught in the crossfire of a great poisoning. This poisoning, as so many are aware, is quite intentional.

There was a time when I believed that this fact was less important, that if we only could bend the consciousness towards curiosity and questioning, then we need not bother ourselves with the underlying reasons. We need not involve ourselves in the arguments and outrage and disbelief that might follow with such statements, and that healing could still be achieved. After all, we do not need to know what is in the trash in order to take out the garbage.

Many people speak of a genocide, while not comprehending the fact that their are genocides happening all around us, some of them silent, some of them covert, some of them without fanfare or publicity, some of them completely buried, silenced or ignored.

The time has come now to begin to acknowledge this great and intentional poisoning, in a deeper way. The time has come to begin to understand on a deeper level that there are forces upon this earth who care not for our health, our prosperity, our life, our wellbeing, and our sovereignty. The time has come to grapple with, in a more conscious way, the shadow force that moves to silence the human spark at every corner and in every alleyway. Sleuth and serpentine, this force travels undetected by many, and many more believe that it could not possibly even exist.

Like a parasite this force draws from our sacred nature, and inverts all that it touches. It feeds off of our fear, our uncontrolled rage, and the undigested shadow aspects of the self. Like a machine, it moves to annihilate all independent thought and curiosity as it seeks to shut down our ability to discern for ourselves what brings us simple joy. It dims the heart apparatus and cuts us off from the divine and living spark, in order to use that energy for itself. It is like a dark veil that covers all we might see, bringing us ever closer into our personal obsession, our narcissism, our shortsightedness, and into its own core darkness.

It is what has been called evil, and it is coming for our children, because they are the future, and they are the ones closest to the divine web from which we all emanate. If this force can make them forget their origin story, it can make the future bend to its liking; cold, spiritless, separated from our own luminous source.

What is the well that you drink from?

What are the fruits that you pick?

Where is the milk and the honey, and the lifeblood of creation in your daily waking and dreaming life?

Can you separate from this culture, this civilization, enough to begin to parse out the truth of things?

Or will the parasite suck the wonder from your body and soul, entrapping you in a half life of meaningless sorrow and steal conviction?

The questions are on our dinner table.

The answers, as well.

When we feed the body, heart, and soul, when the hands become agents of the heart song, the great poisoning cannot withstand the light we bring to bear.