Sara was inspecting the garbage when she shrieked, “Who put this in here?” She was flourishing a dirty tissue which she had fished out of the black garbage bin and was now flinging into the green compost bin. At lunch she announced to me and our mutual friend Robin that she no longer gave to ‘people’ charities. People were a blight on the planet, she said. She gave to animal charities and environmental causes only now.
A few days later, I was talking to Robin on the phone. “The world is not going to be saved by recycling,” Robin said. We agreed that it might be saved by empathy, by caring for others and by extension for Earth.
“But if it isn’t, it doesn’t matter because God is already perfect,” said Robin.
“And God is within us?” I asked, just to make sure she wasn’t talking about that remote, supernatural fellow, the church used to tell me about.
“Of course,” she said.
“So, in fact, we are already perfect,” I concluded. And we changed the subject to family.
But it began to get to me, that February week. I had shingles. Again! Economic recovery still hadn’t kicked in. I had seen one too many shows about terrorism and torture. And I had shingles.
“What the fudge, is it all about?” I asked my sister, Georgia. “Why are we here, working hard like you, hurting hard like me? What does it mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” she replied. “It’s what Shakespeare said, ‘All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players’. It’s when we go off stage, we find our real life. But then, I’m a simple soul.” She didn’t add, “Unlike you who make everything complicated”. Then she did say, “We just do our best. It’s just practical.”
And that is how she lives. She devotes herself to making life better for others.
But she was right in her unspoken assessment of me. I couldn’t drop it.
My osteopath explained to me that the herpes or chicken pox virus that had been lying dormant in my body for these many years was doing its job and attacking the nerves. That was why I had had what I called the achey flu since mid-January, but now that it had surfaced in the form of a rash, I would begin to recover. The aching had already diminished as the itching increased. Recovery would come through rest and relaxation, not through yet more exercise and effort, he said, thus dismissing my default methods.
More time to think. Just what I wanted.
Maybe I hypothesized, we are trying to perfect the material world, to raise its consciousness. Okay, but the maple tree outside my window seems pretty perfect as it is. And the sheba innu I am going to dog-sit next week, ditto. Hum!
How about this? Out of the One came the many. Are we just trying to get back to the One, trying to remember that we are not isolated, victimized, powerless individuals but part of the powerful Whole?
So I posed the question to Julia in a long, long-distance phone call.
She said, “We are God experiencing Itself.”
“Well, why does it have to be so painful?” I demanded.
“That’s the nature of perception,” she said. “The nerves are part of the mind.”
I had a fleeting thought that as soon as there is mind, there is pain. That brought my mind back to torture.
“Someone like Thomas More,” I mused -I was thinking about how he was portrayed in A Man for All Seasons– “is invulnerable to torture because he is at one with God’s perfection.”
Perhaps during my relaxed and restful recovery, I could take short excursions there.
Isn’t there a liturgical blessing, “May the peace of God, which passes all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God…”?
I haven’t give to people charities for years! And thank god for the great state of Georgia!!
The Truth Movement
A friend of mine postulates that our true selves exist in spiritual form, where everything is perfection. He suggests that we are here because we are naturally curious beings who desire to experience all things, including this earthly place. But in order to experience this physical place we have had to manifest our selves as a physical body. My friend believes that having butt up against this place now for so long, having achieved the perceptual experience we sought and realizing that this experience is too painful to sustain, that we are now approaching a tipping point…..a point at which we are all clamouring to return to that spiritual state of perfection.
Just found this comment. Very interesting idea. Certainly curiosity keeps me going and would lead me to return. In other words, I’m probably not clamouring for the spiritual state, although I know a few who are.