It’s an Uphill Climb
I was thankful for my Lyft ride to work the other day. My driver was a 30-something Italian American named Michael. He has a grandmother named Lucrecia, so we instantly had a connection. He asked how my day was going, and a few blocks later we were talking about changing the world. I told him that with all the bad news and the scary political climate, my job drastically intensified in recent weeks from just giving massages to living the life of a healer on a much deeper level. I told him how I am helping people let go of suffering and hope if enough other healers do the same it will make a worldwide impact. He mentioned that possessions in American culture are of top importance, and that negativity and pain are held on to as fiercely as material possessions are. People don’t just give up the negative self-talk. They don’t just let go of anything, especially pain. Change isn’t easy. He expressed concern that not enough world-changers will step forward to fight the good fight. It’s an uphill battle. Is it worth it for an individual to take it on?
My response: Do we have a choice? Personally, I don’t see many options. I either work toward love and healing—or what? I fall asleep? Close my eyes to reality? Pretend bad things don’t happen to my neighbors? Pretend, like I did for 12 years to my own detriment, that nothing bad ever happened to me? Pretend hatred doesn’t exist? Pretend there aren’t tears in the hearts of everyone I’ve touched in recent weeks? No, it’s much too late for that. My eyes have seen too much. My body has felt abuse with intent to silence. My spirit has been crushed and I had to find my way back to the light. I see and feel the suffering of others. I no longer have a choice. I am a healer. I must do my work with eyes wide open and be spiritually aware of what my eyes don’t see.
Obstacles are guaranteed. No one just wanders up the hill unscathed. We are each fighting our own battles, regardless of how the world suffers. Then there are genetic imprints. Researchers at Emory University have observed and are continuing research that fear literally imprints itself on our DNA, and that is passed to future generations. Mice trained to fear the smell of cherries had children and grandchildren who feared the smell of cherries. According to this observation, the larger theory is that the trauma, fear and suffering of our ancestors literally shape what you and I sense, fear and feel innately.
But then there is the choice factor. We can choose to overcome fear and weakness, build strength of heart, change our thoughts. We have to make conscious choices every day to feel better about ourselves, think better thoughts and do better things, until those are habits. And we can support our fellow humans in whatever fear or pain they hold. Change isn’t easy. No one ever said it was. It is possible with great effort.
Rest assured if I am the only person trying to make change, and humanity insists on destroying itself, I will try until it is apparent I am not serving anyone. Then I will find a new focus. I have always fantasized about buying an island and starting my own country. But right now, I am an American planted firmly in Atlanta, and I know I can help make a difference because humanity hasn’t given up and the collective consciousness seem to be making small and steady changes. Truthfully, most people I am near are downright resilient, which is a beautiful thing to witness and be part of. So, I’m not going to give up on them, or on us as a whole.
Dear Michael: No, it won’t be easy. But yes, we must try. We must do. Do what you can. Do better. How else will you pass the time, given your life?Pullquotes: (As space allows)