“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.” ~Mr. (Fred) Rogers
The golden eye of justice sees and requites the unjust man. ~Sophocles (Ajax the Locrian)
According to seers and wise ones, we are in a moment of time unlike any other time in history. We are poised on the precipice of Oya-like change*, Kali-type change,** for deep transformation. All manner of hidden secrets are seeing the light of day, rampant corruption is being uprooted, systems are being shaken to their cores. Individuals are experiencing their worst fears and others who have lost hope are losing their minds. If we were ever before, we ain’t in Kansas no more. Justice is being upheld.
We have come to an important moment when we must choose to be in alignment with universal forces of good. As it stands, there is something really very wrong with how the game is played in this so-called modern western civilization. We treat corporations like people and blame those who can’t or won’t play the game. Lets pretend that we really did get everything we got on our own merits and not through networks of cronyism and social favors, and not off the sweat of the average working man and woman. All the while we were lured with chants of “you, too, can ____” — you fill in the blank, while some of us found more ways to take more for ourselves and laughed all the way to the bank. Let’s pretend that we have not made it because we have not tried hard enough, are lazy, or incapable of doing so, or because we are somehow an inferior creation. Now it is every man, woman, child, and dog for itself. Push past our neighbor, see her drowning and if we feel generous, throw her a life-preserver. Otherwise, keep stepping focused straight ahead lest we lose our own footing and be pulled into the undertow. And while it is true that we are collectively responsible for what we have created, it is still very disheartening to see just how low we have sunk in terms of humanity. No one person is to blame but the lot of us. Collectively we have allowed this as we have sought to follow the Pied Piper of materiality down that ol’ yellow-brick road of illusion.
Yes, we all–every one of us–have done it to ourselves. Every time we pooh-poohed someone’s pain, ignored this or that cheat, crook, and criminal, lambasted those others of us who were all the time trying to get the rest of us to open our eyes and see how we are all connected, see that the earth and other forms of life mattered. Every time we had no realization that we need not act like crabs in a barrel but could still get to glory, we lost a bit of ourselves in the process. How can we not know after all this time that what happens to a child in the so-called ghetto matters to the entitled parent in the ‘burbs? When are we going to really understand that what happens to a woman in war-torn Afghanistan is like an affront to our own sister? Or, that the child starving somewhere in Africa (or, you name it), is the very child sitting at our own bountiful dinner table? They are the same. There is no difference. Man-made nation lines don’t magically make our common bonds disappear. When did we stop remembering that what oneness means is that what happens to you happens to me? Where did that care go? Did we ever really have it?
We are in those proverbial last days, thank goodness. But not because an illusory heaven somewhere beyond the clouds waits right around the corner. There is no almighty god coming to smite us as it points the long index finger toward the road to hell. Shucks, we’re already there. Nothing to save us from ourselves, but ourselves. Change is coming. The universe metes out its own form of justice. That which can not rise with the spiral of evolving consciousness will simply fall away. Metaphorically speaking it will be like the two women at the grinding mill, one will be taken, one left, but not because the one left is being punished. Rather, she is left because she cannot go where the vibrations are elevated and survive. Change is coming. If you have ears to hear, you can. If you have eyes to see, you can. You can feel the change rumbling just underneath what appears as madness and chaos. This universe is a self-correcting system which like water seeks its own highest level. It must evolve into more efficient, better versions of itself. Mama Cosmos metes out her own form of justice, in her own way, in her own time. That time is at hand.
Only justice can stop a curse. ~Alice Walker
*Yoruba goddess of transformation
**Hindu goddess of transformation
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