The worst of times call for living from our Center as much as any times. The Center is the Source of Life and Light and Being in every time, through all times. The more practiced we are in finding and living from the Center, the better able we will be to meet our circumstances, rise to every occasion and do what needs to be done moment-to-moment in each situation as it arises, which is all that can be asked of any of us at any time. And we come equipped for that task straight from the womb. We connect with the Center by way of the Silence. Enter the Silence for twenty minutes at least once a day, and sit tight, stand pat, ride it out, looking and listening for what stirs, arises, emerges, occurs, transpires, beckons, is revealed by, in and through the Silence. Trust yourself to respond naturally, organically, spontaneously, automatically, appropriately, properly to the revelations and realizations out of your original nature, which is the face that was yours before your grandparents were born. It takes practice to get this down, and to become a sage of your own reckoning. Don't wait for the time to be upon you before you begin making preparations. We will be asked to live from our Center like we have never been asked before. The wisest advice through all the ages is always to be ready, for we don't know the time of what is coming, but the Center is always ready for anything, everything, all the time.
That's the Piedmont down below. Just beyond the horizon lies the Coastal Plain and then the Atlantic Ocean. It's all one thing, you know. It is easy to think that oceans are different from mountains, and that Republicans are different from Democrats, and that straight people are different from LGBTQ people, and that white people are different from people of color, but, if you back up a bit, you lose the distinctions, and it is one world, one universe, just not the same one. Yin isn't yang, yang isn't yin. But they are one. Just like oceans and mountains are one, but not the same one, and Republicans and Democrats are one, but not the same one. Etc. It takes a little practice to see the oneness, but once you see it, that's all there is. Then, all that remains is living as though it is so. Because it is so.
Stop thinking of original sin, and begin thinking of original nature. There never was a Garden of Eden. There has always been Original Nature. Our original nature is who we are born to be, how we are built to be. This is the Antithetical Mask W.B. Yeats talked about that exists as the counter-weight to the Primary Mask handed to us by the culture we are born into. Certain things are expected/required of us by the context into which we are born, which violate the drift of our nature, and force us to betray the truth of our own being. If you are gay, you know what I mean. If you are not gay, you still know what I mean if you connect with all the ways you are asked to deny yourself and be who you are not throughout your life. Getting back to Eden is getting back to who we are from the beginning. To do that, we have to pass through the heart of Gethsemane and across the face off Golgotha. The evangel, the good news, of the Christian message could have been told as "The path back to who you are." But, instead, it became, "The way of escaping who you are, and becoming who you ought to be." The Christian Church is the victory of the Primary Mask over the Antithetical Mask. It is a betrayal we have orchestrated against ourselves. Now is the time for confession, repentance, atonement and reconciliation with ourselves-- and the work of transforming our relationship with ourselves, our life, and all others into all they may have been from the beginning. Stop thinking of original sin, and start thinking of original nature-- and live to be who you are in the time left for living.
What needs to happen is all we need to know. Then there is only doing it. As best we can. To the extent that it is possible. If you need someone to sing at your wedding, I will be no use to you. I also cannot play the alto sax. Or any other sax. The list of things I cannot do is right up there with the list of things I wish I could do. I am stuck with what I can do. So are you. Are we doing what we can do with what needs to be done? That's our question to answer. Of all the things we can do, what is our shtick? Do we put it into play daily? How long has it been since your shtick saw the light of day? Or the dark of night? Why not do the things we do best? The things we love doing? The things we are here to do? The things that are ours to do? A day in which we do not do a single thing that is ours to do is a day we may as well not have lived. How many of those days are there in a lifetime? To pile those days up in a corner and sit considering the corner is to sit pondering a catastrophe. A travesty. We bring shame on ourselves by living a day without doing what is ours to do. It is a shame we will bear through all eternity. We have from now until the time we die to compensate for lost days by busting it with the things we do best throughout what remains of the time left for living. Be who you are here to be, doing what you are here to do, relentlessly, consistently, compulsively, as though you can't help it. Like a dog wagging its tail (Alan Stacel).