Blood Cell Mediation

Seven Chakras

I was talking to a friend the other day about the current state of affairs regarding human conflict, the big ones, that have lasted generations.  She appeared quite upset, sighting a more recent event that belied her faith in humanity as a whole.  She wanted to vent to me about it, and after revealing both sides of the dispute, asked my opinion, or rather, which side I would most likely take.  I thought on this a moment ‘cause I knew my answer could be misconstrued by one so passionate.  Then I told her that I would take neither side of the dispute, as to me both arguments were mute.  She didn’t take that very well.  She began to argue the point from the perspective of the victim and challenged me to find any argument that would justify my ambivalence.  She felt I had to see the wrong that was done regardless of my spiritual beliefs, and she couldn’t believe that this did not upset me.  I told her that though it appeared so, I was not ambivalent at all. I was upset, but not for the reason she thought.  I saw the wrong and the right in the conflict, I just found their points to be mute in the larger context.  Her dubious look told me I had to explain another way, so I told her what I felt was a kind of joke, though I’m not sure if it helped…

There was this guy who went to the doctor’s office after a long period of illness.

“Hey, Doc,” the guy says. “I’ve been sick for a long while and can’t seem to shake it.  Can you help me out?”

Doc says, “Sure.  We’ll run some tests and find out what the problem is.”

Guy says, “Fine”.  He goes to the lab and they run some tests.

Later the Doc calls him back into the office.  “Well,” the doc says, “it seems your red blood cells are attacking your white blood cells.”

The guy looks at him a minute, then smiles.  “Really? Is that all?”

“Well…yes” the doc says, a little bemused.  “Why are you smiling?”

“Because!” he says, “The problem is solved!  All we have to do is get rid of the red blood cells, right?”

“Well, no”, the doctor says, “You can’t do that.  You see, the red blood cells are a part of the body and have a specific function.  Without them the body dies”.

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The guy looks a little confused, then smiles again. “No problem, then Doc!” he says. “We just get rid of the white blood cells and again, problem solved!”

The doc starts to become a little annoyed. “Absolutely not!” he says. “The white blood cells are a part of the body too.  Why, without them, and their specific function, the body will also die!”

“Can we mediate?”

“Between who?”

“The cells of course!”

The doc stares at the guy a moment. thinking maybe he has a certified nut in his office, then he tries again.  “Look…” he says, “mediation is mute for obvious reasons.  What we like to do in this situation is to determine the disease or dysfunction that is causing the fight, then find ways to destroy that.”

The guy for once is speechless.  After a long moment of silence he says. “Gee doc, you’re a genius! But tell me, why didn’t the other docs tell me this in the beginning”

“Simple…,” The Doc says, “You have no insurance”.

 

Of course I found the joke a little funny.  My friend—not so much.  She said she was still a bit upset, though not for the reason she thought.

Namaste

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A Spiritual Eye

Helix nebula

When I was a kid, I had a big problem, at least I thought it was.  You see, I thought that I lacked some innate ability to read people, that I could not adequately assess a person’s hidden motives like everyone else could.  People seemed to know who to trust, who to prefer, and who to punish  just on their initial observation or momentary interaction. I found this uncanny as I was always stumped.  It was not that I wasn’t told the things that the other neighborhood kids were told, or that I didn’t believe what I was told. It was just that I could not treat someone differently based on what I was told, especially once I met them.  Once I looked into their eyes, something there would immediately erase all the gossip, the warnings and the teachings told to me about their presumed disposition.  It was as if something familiar looked back at me, something that I connected with that would not allow me to treat them differently, regardless of what the neighborhood kids were saying.  Needless to say, this caused me a great deal of stress as I was expected to treat them with disdain as everyone else did. Eventually I would just avoid the situation all together and feign my disgust, ensuring that I wouldn’t be the next to be ostracized.  I felt a great deal of guilt for doing so, but the fear was too great for me to do otherwise.

As time went on my handicap continued.  Even if I knew that a person couldn’t be trusted, or perhaps didn’t like me too well, I still saw that familiar glint in their eyes, that “something”, that precluded me from launching a preemptive attack.  Of course, I wouldn’t put myself in harm’s way, but I also wouldn’t treat them with the common disdain that most people did.  What was it that I saw? What held me back from what most people deemed as quite normal behavior?  Only now am I beginning to realize what it is, and that perhaps I’m not handicapped after all.

In my lifetime, and due to my profession, I have met a great number of people from all walks of life;  different colors, multiple nationalities, all shapes, sizes, and ideologies, all at one time or another.  I have listened to preconceptions about them all, to their preconceptions, and to the media’s preconceptions.  I have gone into them with this information imbedded in my thoughts, only to be eclipsed by that familiar “glint” present in them all.  This “glint” I believe is so familiar to me because it is a glimpse of my true self.  I see me in everyone I meet.  I see the hopes, dreams, and ideals, but mostly I see life.  A living, breathing, intelligence that permeates all beings and is all beings, staring back at me from everyone I encounter. No matter what form it takes it is still the same everywhere I look, and being me, I simply cannot harm it.  I don’t know if I knew this as a child, but I felt it, and for some reason the eyes were my window.

Oscar, eyes aglow

In light of the recent events in the news, I wonder what would happen if people everywhere had this same sight or view?  Would many of the horrors witnessed now in our world be avoided?  If each of us could see themselves in the other, ( I mean, really see themselves), would they be so quick to harm or judge?  I tell you they would not.  I know, it sounds like hopeless guru rhetoric, but believe me, I see it and I’m no guru.  I look into the eyes of my dog and laugh because the “glint” stares back at me! (Different area of awareness, but the “glint” all the same).  We are, in fact, everywhere.

Again, as I have said, the media is a powerful tool.  There are others who see as I do–many of them.  Unfortunately their stories are never told.  They are not news worthy, as it were.  No one wants to hear about the Israeli-Palestinian peace marches; instead the conflict is foremost in our thoughts, dominating our collective consciousness. One tragic incident can be magnified, towering over the millions of other positive interactions, giving us the impression that the world, (our overall collective consciousness) is this way, when it is not.  Differences, (which on a universal scale are profoundly subtle) are magnified in our collective psyche and lauded as significant and ripe for disdain and division , when in actuality variation of form should be held in awe, and celebrated, but no one alludes to this.  Makes you wonder who’s in charge here.  Who benefits from the division and conflict?  Certainly not us.

Eye galaxy

I went for years thinking that I lacked something, that I should be able to see everybody as ‘other’.  Now as the years have passed I think maybe society lacks something, and has painstakingly taught us to forget it.  Given our technological evolution, we have to remember.  Our spiritual evolution has got to catch up.  Our survival depends on it.

I dont know why I see this so blatently, but I do know that it causes me pain.  Looking into the eyes  of another I can also see when they do not see me.  It’s as if a veil is pulled low, hiding me from view.

“There’s only one of us here…..”

Namaste