Monday, July 04, 2005
Give Peace a Chance
Two, one, two, three, fourDuring my bus journey, I noticed a woman with her husband and two kids. She was trying to get her young daughter to put on her jacket. She told her daughter she should be having goose-bumps as it was cold. Her daughter refused to put on the jacket. Her father insisted the girl wear the jacket but she refused. The woman examined her daughter's arms and said she was surprised she didn't have goose bumps.
Ev'rybody's talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism,
This-ism, That-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band
Later, I saw a boy sleeping in his push chair. His mother was fussing over him and putting on his hat so the boy wouldn't get cold, but the boy seemed annoyed that his sleep was being disturbed.
Everyone born into a human family has gone through nurturing according to the beliefs of the family and society. The beliefs are what one inherits and what you have to work with. Both parents in the above examples were loving their kids the way they knew how or had been socialised to love.
Incidentally, I observed the father, mother and young girl in the first family were what the consensus would agree to be over-weight. Have the parents projected their beliefs about food on to their daughter?
Later in the evening, I went for a long walk in a park. The park is another example of what we have inherited. I would imagine the park will continue to flourish or not according to cultural needs and standards of the day. That's the human experience; it is always changing.
But there is something that one doesn't inherit and is ours forever more: the stillness in all. As I walked, I was aware of the stillness in me, in the trees, in the grass, in the lake, in the birds and animals, people, everywhere. You don't have to go to a park or forests to access the stillness, it is with you wherever you are. For instance, many people find Oxford Street, the shopping capital of London, to be stressful. When I walk down Oxford Street in silence, everyone seems to be moving in slow motion. There isn't a single person in my way. It is simply blissful. The moment I step out of the silence, it is back to hustle and bustle.
The silence is what we all are. It is our true body for we are all "children" of the Universal Consciousness, the One being living in each of us. But most of the time we are not aware of the One and treat our social conditioning as real. As we believe it is done unto us: if we see ourselves as the external form that needs to be clothed and fed and protected from the elements, we will come and go like the elements. We will experience life as cycles and appear to perish or die and disappear from this realm called earth; though nature outlives humans by thousands of years.
Getting out of the habit of seeing yourself as only a body is a discipline. You have to be constantly aware that the stillness, the One, is your identity.
We've already had much practice giving human love a chance. We've opened ourselves up to human beliefs and human ideas of nurturing. Where has that got us? Isn't it time to give real Love, Peace, the One, a chance? I certainly think so.