After witnessing people argue endlessly on an on-line spiritual site, and then here in the off-line world, and stressing at their stress, and wondering why it can’t be different, and how come we all can’t just get along, and even writing a few paragraphs attempting to explain this so people would just get it~~
I settled down to see what lessons might be lurking within for yours truly. Since I’m the one disturbed by the bicker-bicker noise, there must be a truth hiding within. What might it be? What might it be?
You know how you eat an apple? You bite past the red crunchy exterior to the sweet or tart white fruit within. That’s how we can dive into ourselves, too. Past the exterior of bicker-bicker to the emotional charge which sparks beneath like an electrical wire sizzling on the earth.
I am learning, like a baby, how to simply be with raw feeling, emotion. So truly be present with that wire jumpin’ helter skelter like the earth is something foreign and painful instead of sacred ground.
What is the lesson hiding out in bicker-bicker? What is it for me? (For you it will be something different, or perhaps you’ve already resolved and integrated this one.)
I feel the hurt for long minutes, hours perhaps. Wash dishes, dry dishes. Still feeling bicker-bicker as the charge it is, the pain, the suffering.
Mumbling, “Why can’t they just let everyone be? Why is it always an attack and a defense, a mini-war? Why can’t they see the difference?”
And then it hits, like the way you clap your hand against the side of your head with great ah-ha feeling rushing through every pore.
I get it.
I suddenly see how I have wanted the world to be different, to be this endless loving presence, this bicker-less getting along. I have expected the world to eventually conform to a standard of wine & roses, no more wars, of pink sunsets staining the horizon, Happily Ever After, everything turning out better than OK.
Even though part of me disagrees with this ah-ha moment (the part that had already applied this to other parts of life). Once again, fighting against “what is” reveals itself to be an amazing waste of energy.
Ah ha. Bicker-bicker exists. People will express their opinions and other people will shout, “NO! NO! You are so wrong!” Other people will gather to exclaim, “YES! YES! You are so right!”
Because we must see, truly must see, where our hearts won’t embrace it all. The bicker-bicker will go on until we’ve thrown our arms around every last bit of it. Accepted what is. Even if it’s bicker-bicker. Even the bicker-bicker inside ourselves. Especially ourselves.
And who knows? I believe–(“Oh I have a dream, Martin Luther King”) that when our acceptance gets big enough perhaps something will shift. Perhaps we’ll simply let our guns and arrows drop to the ground and sip tea together.