Just because I forgave my adversaries
didn’t mean I was going to stop fighting them
—especially the Church.
Fighting against the Church
in some way, shape, or form
has been my lifetimes-long mission.
Your mission does not involve the Church, my Lady drops in.
“Uh . . . then why have I come out of my underground cell
if I can’t sock it to the Church and champion the Good?!”
I, as my newly unearthed soul fragment, shoot back.
Because that will not heal your wounds or help this world, my Lady responds.
This world needs something different from you.
It needs you.
I pause and consider all my lives since Sarah.
But, who am I if I’m not fighting against opposition
or for what my soul holds Sacred?
Fighting for spiritual justice has become who I am.
I rub my head as I realize what this means.
Ceasing my fight means losing parts of my identity.
I have to give up being the victim, the martyr, the heretic,
the outcast, the savior, the freedom fighter,
the rebelle with an unconscious cause
—and those parts carry a lot of power.
An image arises of me in an angry mob.
I am shaking my fist and lambasting the Church.
My eyes widen in astonishment.
I’ve been doing to the Church
what the Church has done to me
and many others!
I’ve been judging the Church, condemning it, accusing it
of not following the “real” God, and punishing it for its “sins.”
I unclench my fists.
“OK, but then how the hell do I deal with oppositional forces?” I ask.
How did your parents handle oppositional forces? My Lady tosses back.
I close my eyes and drop into my heart.
My parents didn’t fight back.
They didn’t oppose oppositional forces.
They most definitely rocked and often overturned
the spiritual, social, and political boats,
and they upset many who were abusing power and acting unjust.
But those mighty waves were created by my parents
daring to be themselves and living their truth out loud
and encouraging others to do the same,
not by my parents fighting against the system.
There’s a big difference
between forcing change
and being it.
kept them on mission
and their souls intact.
It kept them out of the game
and in their hearts.
I bring my hands to my heart.
Fighting for my parents
has actually separated
me from them.
Attacking the system, fighting for justice,
or hating on my perceived enemies
—which I’ve done in a variety of subtle
and not-so-subtle ways for lifetimes—
feeds oppositional forces,
drains my life force,
reinforces my prison,
and distracts me
from my real mission.
It keeps me in the game,
and out of my heart.
It distances me from my Soul.
My Lady softly interposes:
You have to want your Soul more
than you want to win your holy war.
My “holy war” against injustice
looks and feels like I’m wearing
the top half of a suit of armor.
I realize that fighting has also been a defense
protecting me from what my father went through.
But being naked, vulnerable, with his heart exposed
turned out to be my father’s greatest strengths.
Despite what it looked like,
the oppositional forces did not win
when they crucified my father.
They only win when we close our hearts and stop Loving.
My Lady chimes in:
The Power that comes through
your undefended heart
is a Power
that can never be taken from you.
This is True Power.
This is Love’s Power.
This is our Soul’s Fire,
which never burns out.
It is not of this earth,
but it is for this earth.
By leaving the battlefield
we enter the Living Field
and we align with the Force,
which created
this entire Universe.
in the face of opposition
might seem like madness to our minds,
but it’s sanity to our Souls.
This is not martyrdom
or about purposefully putting ourselves
in dangerous situations.
This is also not about bypassing the human reality
because we believe in or understand the Divine Reality.
Becoming fully human
requires holding
both realities
together.
We See the Bigger Picture
and we dedicate ourselves
to the smaller scene.
We sit down and pray
and we stand up and act
not just nonviolently,
but also Lovingly,
not only toward our neighbor,
but also toward our enemy.
This is what my mother did.
Although she was hit hard,
she Loved harder.
Her husband died for Love,
right in the thick of it,
and Lived for Love.
Living as she did after the crucifixion
is possibly an even greater teaching
than my father’s.
This is what made my parents a Power Couple.
My parents demonstrated
that no matter what happens
to us, others, or this planet,
We. Can. Still. Choose. Love.
And, when we do,
even if it appears
like the opposite,
Life Wins.
Nothing is lost,
and
Everything gains.
We stay Whole.
And, we sustain
the Whole.
However, there is a “catch:”
Organic Change Takes Time.
We might not see the results
of our brave actions right away.
we have been beaten or buried.
But what we have actually done
is leave a trail of True Love
for others to follow
in their own footsteps,
and
we have made a deposit of courage
in the earthly account
for others to withdraw from,
and
we have widened
the pathway Home,
here.
Little by little,
lifetime by lifetime,
we stretch ourselves
and this planet open
so more and more
Love pours in.
[heart beat]
I take a deep breath and square up with The Church,
which dominates far more than just one religion.
in both the earthly and the cosmic realms,
and it has done neither of us, or this planet, any good.
It has kept us locked together
and kept Love locked out.
Initially, as a Divine Soul, I wanted to ‘play the game’
and have the experience of fighting against you.
And I’ve needed opposition and so-called enemies
in order to learn and grow as a human soul.
But now I’m ready to try something different.
I’m ready to join my Parents
and stop fighting against
and start standing for
Life as Love.”
I feel all my fighting energy
that has fueled me
for two thousand years,
and I allow it to
build,
and Build,
and BUILD
and then,
I OPEN MY HEART.