Waking up

“One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.”
J. Krishnamurti

It's hard to find the right words to deal with today's title. 

I'm afraid (i.e. you'll write me off — forever) that my writing might come out a little too spiritual, a little too much off the beaten path of our (often) emotionally-charged, ordinary lives and, well, a little too unnecessary — given where we're at right now.

But still, there's also a sense that unless we begin (or we may have already tried and failed) to consider our current state of consciousness and what it means for the world, that no amount of right-thinking is going to move the anthropocentric needle out the red zone. 

Quoting the late Krishnamurti (that's Jiddu, not U.G.) is another example of where my generation appears to have missed a trick, namely a lot of what they're seeking — at least in words — has already been said. In spades. In fact, I think I read somewhere that the archive of his written work is somewhere in the region of 20 million words and that does not include the hours and hours of audio and film/video content. Not that I'm any expert but from what I've read, he makes the very valid point — I'd say somewhat overwhelming point — that if, collectively, we were to wake up, the world would be a very different place:

"The collection of each of our prejudices, all our separate lonelinesses put together, each greedy ambition, each physical or emotional hunger, every anger and sadness in every one of us—we are the world. The world is not different from us—the world is us. So it is simple: if we change, each one of us, we change the world. If even one of us changes, it has a ripple effect." 

The problem is, despite the passing of time, we seem further away now from a collective consciousness of love (say) than we've ever been. Instead, it's every man, woman, company, (venture) capitalist and government for itself. Of course, to make my point, that's a gross overstatement and no doubt riddled with crass error but even with the best will in the world, I still don't see the seam of individualism being breached and the emergence of a collective restitching of society. 

Does that mean I'm a nihilist? My wife certainly thinks I too often occupy that camp. I'm not sure. Possibly but then again, there's the nagging sense that perhaps one day — not in my lifetime — we'll be shocked into waking up from our narcissistic torpor and recognise that unless we do wake up to what's really taking place, it will be too late. 

By waking up I don't mean to suggest that we walk around like a somnambulist or we sit and chant or meditate all day long but instead, having looked within, we recognise that, at the deepest level, we're joined by a collective consciousness. I don't mean to suggest that we all bow down to one supreme God but instead we feel a collective tug in our hearts how closely we're connected by dint of our humanness. 

At this stage, you'll think I've been smoking a joint or I've drunk from the fountain of peace, love and harmony (I was born in the 1960s and I'd be lying if I didn't feel some affection for that era — minus the fashion!) but it's neither of these. In fact, despite my desecration of the hope narrative, there's something that lives in my soul that still believes in a more beautiful world where we wake up to our true nature and in that space we recognise the power of community, village-mindedness and something more egalitarian than we've ever previously known.

Do you think this possible?

Anyhow (I do love using this word), as I said at the beginning, I find it very hard to find the right words to encapsulate what I'm trying to say but I can't help feel that if something doesn't happen, and very soon, it will be too late to take the necessary or some might say any steps to make the course correction to change the inevitable decline of us and this once great planet. 

That's enough for now! More than enough.

I'll leave you with Imagine by John Lennon which makes a far better case for what I'm trying to say. It's the chorus that always gets me:

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Take care.

Blessings, Ju

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