So America has Been Trumped

So America has been Trumped.

Why do I feel this deep thrill of excitement at the core of my soul when many people I love are in fear and despair? Why do I sense the faint tremor of a tender new beginning for the world soul? It is certainly not because I think this guy is going to lead us anywhere we want to go. Maybe its because this is the beginning of the end of leadership as we have known it. Maybe, finally, the projection of our hope on someone, anyone who will do it for us - carry that almost unbearable burden of our own divinity….will soon be over. The shadow has risen. After Hope comes Hopelessness. Leonard Cohen always seems to have his heart finger on the world soul and his latest lyrics come back to me…

"You want it darker We kill the flame” Yes, let the flame of projected hope blow out and let us enter into the retreat of the holy darkness, the divine dread. Let us wait as T S Eliot would have us wait in the Four Quartets

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

When the outer flame, when the torch in the hands of liberty has been extinguished…we are forced to turn our awareness into the dark and wait for the flash of the inner flame - the flame of the human spirit that lives in each of our hearts - the flame that can never be extinguished or defeated regardless of the outer circumstances. When outer inspiration fades then inner desperation takes us before the throne of the unknown god. Each waits in his own darkness for the breaking forth of the inner light. For the crack ( Leonard again ) that lets our own light in - or out into the world.

I am thrilled and thrilling because it is now, and now and now that we will find out for ourselves who we are, what we are truly capable of…what the stripped-down-to-essence version of ourselves truly cares about and is willing to live and die for. We stop believing that our participation in power is coming out and voting every four years and remember it is in every breath, every act, every thought that we get to choose and demonstrate who we are. All over the world I see with my inner eye, souls turning away from their naive trust in the external. The holy betrayal is upon us. There is a time in every child’s life when he or she realises that they are alone here, That door, that encounter with the core of the abandonment wound is an opportunity to pass through into a spiritual maturity.

On the american dollar bill is that motto…'In God we Trust’. So often when I hear a politician or a priest talk about God they look up. The time is coming, when we use that phrase, that we will tap the centre of of own heart - or even, reach down and kiss the earth with our feet.