“You’re coming to the demonstration, right?’ my close friend asks me.

“Yes,” I say, a note of reluctance in my voice.

In the coming days, I question the notion of attending the political rally that my friend is organizing. I would like to support her creation, and she is leading the event with a very high and loving intention. However, the idea of spending a Saturday morning surrounded by political activism makes me wary.

I’m not wary of the people, but of the vibration. And I’m not afraid that the vibration will hurt me, but that it might overtake me. We are so highly influenced by those we associate with. That song on the radio can repeat in one’s head for days or even weeks! Our minds are like little radios eager to play whatever message we tune into with the dial of our attention.

Still, as I speak to more and more friends and acquaintances who are planning to attend, who are making signs and amping up enthusiasm, I think, “I should go. Everyone will be there!”

The day arrives sunny and bright. I climb out of bed, make tea and sit down for my spiritual practice. Before reading my teacher’s works, I ask sincerely if I should attend the rally.

Just a few minutes into a reading about self-concept, the Beloved takes me on a flight high above the material plane. My essence soars above any concern for left or right, good or bad, to a place where all is One. All is here to evolve soul through its many incarnations. The wars, the famines, the brutality that so shake my heart are but lessons in these lower worlds. My own personal losses and hardships truly are the most crucial experiences for my journey. Why wouldn’t it be the same for all denizens of this planet?

As well, great beauty coaxes us along: that baby finch chirping in a nest, that soft, moist air after rain falls, and that great, warm sun shining on us all equally, loving us unconditionally as we journey through experience, learning, hoping, losing. The karmic wheel that moves us toward our own Godliness has no party, no side. It swirls us around until we know that we don’t know what’s best for ourselves or others.

So who am I to say whether this policy or that policy is serving the highest good?

After this stunning flight, the Beloved lands me on a beach where the tide is running out, and there I see it, my helplessness to claw that water back. It will flow out—and it will flow back in—in its perfect time. Life’s pendulum will swing in its most beneficial way, to train us to reach for the highest.

And yet, I am not helpless.

If I desire a governance that is kind, compassionate, loving and responsible, I create that inside. I live not in the USA, but in consciousness, and thus it is my responsibility to create the highest environment possible—within. That is my own private activism.

I get up from my practice, pull out my suitcase and begin packing for a trip I am taking. I pack with intention, and when I’m finished, I make sure that our dog and cat are well cared for. I rest, knowing that the coming travel week will be full and at times challenging. So, I don’t go to the rally, but instead hold tightly to the Beloved, making sure I am considerate to myself and those around me, that my house is in order for the trip ahead—basically, I govern my world responsibly.

I know that this is my very best demonstration of the peace and tranquility I most cherish. When I see my friend after the rally, she tells me of its amazing success, and I’m happy for her. I explain why I didn’t go, knowing her work is important for her, but that my journey is my own.

P.S. For those of you who read my last post, our dog, Lester, is going to be fine. The tumor was slow-growing, and the vet was able to excise it. Thank you for your loving concern.

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