This is not a message from your higher self confirming you are on the right path. This is a chastisement of your complicity in inhumanity. Turn back from illusion and rediscover yourself.
Some days being a person is excruciating. We have learned to navigate discomfort so adeptly that our culture could be defined by our ability to look the other way. Do we look away because we don’t care about the suffering of others, or do we look away because we simply don’t have the emotional capacity to bear another ounce of it?
Looking the other way serves the immediate need to escape the pain of bearing witness to human tragedy. The downside is that this strategy has disconnected us from those around us. Untold obstacles plague nearly everyone we meet, we commiserate in silent glances not daring to draw attention to the injustice of it all, terrified that if we did we would be opening a pandora’s box of grief and betrayal knowing full well that we are not equipped to process it amidst the pressures of modern life.
How much longer can we continue sweeping our humanity under the rug, pretending that we are okay with running on the never-ending treadmill of consumption trying to dull our senses to the knowledge we are hurtling toward our own demise?
We reward those who suffer silently, sacrificing their authenticity on the altar of shattered dreams for a slice of a pie that leads to nothing but heartburn and regret. Maintaining composure has become a widespread art form though we should really be losing our shit, refusing to be part of a so-called society that criminalises poverty and bestows praises upon murderous thugs.
Throngs of people who believe they made it through their trauma unscathed demand that systems exact turmoil from those who follow after. Outsourcing their agency to the institution consoles them into thinking they will be absolved of their actions. They forget that here we are subject to natural law and spiritual principles. How convenient it is to distance oneself from one’s brethren for a bag of salt.