My first and likely only political post

[Originally written as a Facebook post]

I don’t engage in political debates, and for that I’ve been misjudged uncaring.  I don’t listen to the news. That doesn’t make me ignorant.

A madman walked into a gay bar in Orlando and killed innocent people, igniting a spark in a barrel of dynamite-loaded opinions. Whichever fears one already subscribed to were suddenly further justified by the senselessness of the act. The madman had a gun, let’s ban guns. The madman had Afghani parents, let’s exile all Muslims, and while we’re at it, all foreign-born immigrants.  The victims were gay, let’s point the finger to homophobia. Let’s point, let’s point … to something, to someone outside of ourselves. Let’s reduce our tribe, our family to that which was hurt, so that we can exclude that which did the hurting. We do this to feel safer. If we were to admit that a random madman walked into a bar and killed innocent people, then we’d have to accept that this could happen again, anywhere, anytime, placing us and our loved one in constant potential danger. But if there’s a greater cause, purpose or scheme, then the likelihood of it hitting home is perceived as less. A conspiracy theory is much more reassuring than an isolated insane act to the human brain.

Einstein said that a problem cannot be solved from the level at which it was created. Fear-based dividing and hierarchical categorization of the human tribe doesn’t foster peace, it starts wars. Review your history books, if you don’t believe me.

So, we must rise above and look from a greater perspective. Let’s say the whole world is our tribe, then the madman is our brother. Now it’s an inside job. It’s a family problem, a whole world problem. And I don’t claim to know anything, but from my perspective, it seems that fear is not born because there’s a problem, there’s a problem because we live in fear. It’s not healthy. It’s bound to crack.

“They” say I’m ignorant of the “facts” because I don’t watch the news, that I live a selfish life in Lalaland with my head in the clouds or in an opaque paper bag, that I’m heartless for posting happy posts in the face of tragedy, that I’m blindly delusional for going on long walks when America is on the brink of war. And I ask, how does my spending hours feeding my mind with the horrors of the world help anyone? Who benefits from my fear? (And yes, I could follow this question straight up the conspiracy ladder, but again that’d only redirect the fear-based finger pointing). Shouldn’t *somebody* hold this space here – where it is remembered that the world is a magical, beautiful place – for balance? And what if more of us turned off their TV and concentrated instead on finding and sharing beauty and love in the Right Here and the Right Now? What if our madman brother had grown-up in a world where the majority chose to keep their eyes open in the sunlight instead of staring at the darkness? Even if our brother was Muslim and had a gun, don’t you think the story would have had a different ending?

I value your diverse opinions. I welcome the whole spectrum on my FB feed and in my life. But do not measure my actions by the yardstick of your assumptions.

Not all bliss is born of ignorance.

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7 thoughts on “My first and likely only political post

  1. Thank you for this. I feel exactly this way. Someone has to hold space. Someone has to stay sane. I am always glad to find I am not alone in this method. I happened to have been on a mountain in the middle of nowhere during the week of 9/11. It was so powerful and calming to process that event in such a peaceful place. It was so perfect to be reminded that even though crazy shit happens within the human race that it is a vast and beautiful world and we can see it if we choose to look. The farther I am physically from humanity the clearer it’s beauty and pain and love become.

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    • Thanks, Haley, for your comment. I completely agreed. I sure is nice there are others out there. Honestly, I was expecting to be dog-piled for this post, but quite the contrary. Many out there feel the same. That was a refreshing surprise. 🙂

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  2. I wholeheartedly agree with you! Having worked in the news media for years, I was a news junkie. I never understood “un-informed” people. These days, with social media, my brain is overloaded with too much information. TOO MUCH! The “news” is all man-made crap and propaganda. Are we being told the absolute truth about anything? Who knows. Like you, I’m choosing to walk in the light and live in the “now,” take in the beauty of the world and not dwell on things that are completely out of my control. I’m finding myself being “that” un-informed person. It’s quiet. No noise. I’m completely sad for the world, humanity and the path people are choosing to follow. If I’m to catch a headline here and there, I skip over the political junk and horror stories to the the good stories about people who are doing good things.

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    • I was never into the news. My Dad called it the “sunshine syndrome” – because I grew up on a safe island in the sun, I am unconcerned with the rest of the world. As you pointed out, there are also good stories about people doing good things out there, in greater percentage than is fed to the public. Thank you for your comment!

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  3. You hit the nail on the head. Thank you for expressing exactly how I feel. Rage stems from anger, anger stems from fear. and more and more we see this taking place not just from Isis and other radical Jihadist, but from ordinary people from all walks of life. Most people have become all too disconnected from their true selves, and have no idea what being quiet on the inside, listening for that inner voice, even means. Much of society spends their precious time keeping busy with their technology, work, busy stuff, etc., because it’s easier to escape rather than seek a deeper understanding as to why they are here; what is their/our true purpose. If they sought deeper meaning fear would not exist. The answers to all of life’s question are in each and every one of us if we just could stay quiet long enough. A long walk in the woods, or any time spent in nature, is, I believe, the best ways to reconnect with our higher selves. Personally, it has changed my life.
    Hike-on Roaming Bobcat!! Have a fantastic time.

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