If there really is only one thing that we all have in common, it is that we were all children. No matter the age we are today, no matter how big the body we lug around, we were all once a 5-year-old.
Today is the 16th of December; five days before the Winter Solstice; five days before the supposed end of the Mayan Calendar; nine days before Christmas; and sixteen days before the New Year. Spiritual peoples of myriad beliefs speak of ascension, expanded consciousness, peace, love, and a coming golden age. Some think we’ll hop into a higher realm as if by the flick of a switch.
Numerologically 12/12/2012 and 12/21/2012 both reduce to the same number: 11. Last year, on 11/11/11, I was more focused on the numbers than the stars. I invite you to (re)read my post about the number 11:
11 / ELEVEN / XI / Onze / Undici / Once
What occurred in recent days is horrifying. It is a single act we all wish never occurred. And yet, it is only one of many. It is simply one that hit closer to home than the others. It is one that we know about in finer detail.
Many are passionately reacting – sharing and conveying their beliefs. Some are talking about guns, others the news. “If we simply make this one change, all of this will stop,” they seem to say. And yet, I don’t see it that way at all.
About two or three days before 12/14/12, I heard a conversation in my head. One side said something like this, “How could someone do something like that?” The other side replied, “Consider a man who was beaten by his father, by his parent, every day, or every week, or even every month for years of his childhood. Consider the helplessness that child endured. Consider the hurt and the anger that develops.”
When I heard this conversation, I had no idea who or what it was about. And yet, I can tell you that I know the names and faces of men who endured childhoods like that. And I know women who were beaten as much with words.
A couple weeks ago, I shared with you something spirit said to me.
Your actions are not a reflection of who you are, but of where you are. If you find yourself in a desperate place, you will act out; you will struggle and fight to get out of the ropes that bind you.
If it is your desire to help create a golden age here on earth, try looking at everyone as children. The New Age promoted the concept of the inner child. Even if you don’t believe in the inner child, you do believe in the earlier child. We all were children and thus those years are a part of us, a part of who we are today. We may not be pure and innocent adults, but we were once pure and innocent. We were all infants that needed to be loved, that needed to be held, that needed to be fed, that needed to be protected.
And some of us were not held enough, were not protected enough, and were hurt by the very people that were supposed to protect us from harm.
Before you simply blame the parents that hurt their children, remember that they too were children, and they too were hurt by the generation before them.
For a Golden Age to come, we have to accept our present – as it is – and then move forward from here. We can’t erase the past. Some of us can’t even forget the past. But we can tell the universe what we want from here, and then move toward that experience one step at a time.
Mourn. Cry. Shed as much pain as you can. Then in your prayers, state your vision of a Golden Age. Tell God/Goddess/All-That-Is/The Universe what you want from here. Imagine what it looks like and what it feels like. And then walk towards it.
May your 21st, or 25th, or 31st be the dawn of a new season, year, or age which shows you the path from where you are to where you want to be. And may we all create our own version of a Golden Age more effectively than we have been.
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