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On Islam, and the importance of bonding to unify civilisation

the embrace

I was astounded to read all over the web today [see: http://mic.com/articles/106442/australians-show-the-world-exactly-how-to-respond-to-terrorism-with-ill-ride-with-you%5D about the tremendous coming-together of hundreds of thousands of people in support of Muslims everywhere after an ‘Islamic State’ story again gripped the imaginations of millions.

Responding out of nothing but unconditional love and devotion, hundreds of thousands joined the #IllRideWithYou movement, with many disclosing details about their bus, train or tube journeys and that any vulnerable person may happily join them on their journey and feel very much supported.

As a long-term supporter of Islamic freedom from discrimination, it felt like today was an absolutely momentous day for Islamic communities around the world (even if in just a small way).  I remember having arguments in my Sociology classes at aged 16, some 8 years ago, about the unjust discrimination against Islamic people.  I’ve fought it consistently for all of my adolescent and adult life.  There has never been a doubt in my mind that the Muslim people must be loved, just as with any people, and maybe especially much so because of the treatment that they so often receive.  It has always felt like a critical cause for the state of civilisation.

And here we stand, on the potential edge of civilisation.  I just read about how a GM crop of corn has  wiped out about 37 million bees in Ontario, Canada [http://earthweareone.com/37-million-bees-found-dead-in-ontario-canada-after-planting-large-gmo-corn-field/].  This will probably go largely unreported – because, well, it only amounts to about 600 hives and I guess it’s when billions of bees start dying that we start to care – but it’s just as valid of a depiction of the apocalypse, the great unveiling (from Greek apokalyptein, to ‘uncover’).  We’re able to see the world for what it is through the great tragedies that unfold.

I have experienced kinds of realisations relating to people and environments, to humanity and what ‘humanity’ entails, and to cognitive understandings and responses to ‘the moment’.  We just can’t love enough.  There’s so much that needs to be worked on, the situation is rather urgent, but we’re still get lost…trapped somewhat…in our own minds, our own sufferings, our own inner turmoils and torments.  I see in people all around me that the attitudes towards really changing things in lives and surroundings is flustered by the tribulations or desires that we get ourselves lost in.  There are very very few people that I could see chaining themselves to a building for something that really mattered.  If we see that a rape is happening right in front of us, would we not intervene, stop it, because it is so bloody wrong?

I see the world being raped of it’s naturally loving nature.  I see that through such campaigns as Islamophobia and the wars that it unfolds, through the damaging attitudes of the wilderness we have been forced to believe because of ‘needing to cultivate the world in order to sustain the human population’, through limiting ours and our brothers and sisters’ beliefs through dogmatism (be it religious or atheist/non-secular), through fierce domestication/consumerist extremism (to the point of everyone having to living in concrete shells, with street lighting blocking any understanding of natural darkness, and pollution clouding our minds, hopes and dreams, and plagueing ourselves in this cell of a career-orientated life with our outward-stretching wings clipped so short that we can never possibly fly free), we are blocking the naturally-occurring sweetness from even existing in life. If we are to discover anything more than the shell within which we’ve been told to live (physically, spiritually, and symbolically), we drop it all and venture immediately into the little wilderness that we still have left in this world, and reach our arms out and embrace every human and non-human that comes our way, and welcome them into our ever-growing family.

This #illridewithyou campaign has ignited something.  I feel it.  I hear it.  The tears that streamed down my cheeks a few hours ago upon reading about the universal and unconditional love that is finally publically showing itself en-masse are tears of compassion, the kind of compassion that a revolution is wholly based upon.  And, the brave amongst us will chain ourselves, throw ourselves down and through everything, to bring this change about, to spread the love as a wildfire.  The brave amongst us will tear apart this system of fear and repression, replace it with our own that is not a system and nor can be pieced together.  Know that true love is the light in my sister’s darling eyes.

When the world is sick
can’t noone be well,
but I dreamt we was all
beautiful and strong.

Saving the world

‘The wise man sits on the hole in his carpet.’

We all have so many things,
and we’re shielding our eyes
from the very sight
that we will bow down to,
One of these days.

‘I used to feel sorry for myself for having no shoes until I met a man who was dead.’

We’re all racing towards a blind bend
and our hearts are pacing faster than they’re breathing:
We breathe air
that is full of poison.
And we laugh.
And we cry.
And we throw things.
And it’s all a big act,
a big act because there’s really nothing there,
and we’re scared,
so we put on this drama,
and make things exciting,
because to be still is to be dead.
The Buddha is dead.
As is Jesus.
And Muhammad (peace be upon him).
And we will even soon die too.

‘He gives him roast meat and beats him with the spit.’

We’re a tempest.
We’ve forgotten the inner wisdom,
the gentleness and the sadness,
the forlorn and the peace.
We’ve forgotten it all,
just as
the indigenous spirit
has been

Rumi says:
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses.  I too have been covered in thorns.  The wound is the place where light enters you.  What hurts you, blesses you.  Darkness is your candle.  But listen to me.  For one moment quit being sad.  Hear blessings dropping their blossoms all around you.  The inspiration you seek is already within you.  Be silent and listen.
Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away.  Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room.  Soul-makers find each others company.  The minute I heard my first love story I starting looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.  Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.  They’re in each other all along.

It feels like things are broken, all across the world, and that shards have pierced our hearts.

On the evening of Friday 14th February 2014, at l’Esprit d’Amor, we will be hosting an evening of Metta.  Loving Kindness.  Unconditional Love.  Compassion.  Empathy.  It will be our first opening of the doors.  It will be the opening of the hearts, the working of the hearts, the blessing of the world and the receiving of the world’s blessings.
I would like to extend an invitation to the worldwide community to join us that evening.  We are beginning the evening at 6pm GMT, with an introduction to metta and heart practices.  At 7pm GMT, I propose that we sit in a global heartscape: a meditation of the interconnectedness of all of our hearts.  We sit, we close our eyes, and we go straight to the heart: visualise, and feel, the hearts of other people, of other beings, and of the world.  Then, feel your heart open and shine to the whole world, as we all interconnect and share in love and gratitude.  Please, do be a part of this.