The question in my heart today is this: what is possible?
That is actually a poor translation of what is in my heart, because this simple question is so abstract it permits responses like, what is possible… ever? And the answer then is… well… anything, I suppose…
This is not the question. I am not filled with a question about what might happen in places and times so remote from where we stand today as to be seemingly unrelated to who we are and what we are able to grasp right now. If one posits the passage of sufficient time, all bets are off. If you are a glass-half-full person, the prognosis is infinitely good. If you are a glass-half-empty, maybe not so good. Thinking really long term boils all the trends down to just two seemingly plausible alternatives: either everything gets worked out or it doesn’t. Endless grace, or endless suffering.
(There is a third class of outcome I’m not all that interested in, I admit, which is that we won’t exist or in any way be a living part of such a distant future reality, so it doesn’t really matter and whatever happens happens.)
But we live, today, in this place we might call the meanwhile. It could be better– in some ways far better– but at the same time for some, perhaps many, there are niches in which life is not all that bad either. Very few of us would be hard-pressed to imagine something worse. Living in the meanwhile allows us to postpone judgment on which way the trend is going until we have more data. We can say…
…everything still hangs in the balance, so we’ll have to wait and see what comes.
…it is too early to tell which way this world is leaning.
…like our forefathers, we can probably carve out for ourselves a few incremental improvements, but we can hardly imagine what the world will be like one day far in the future… The implication is that “we” probably won’t be around when the trends have drifted far enough to be clear. Such glories are far beyond our limited means…
In the Prelude to A Course of Love, Jesus noted that while A Course in Miracles coached infinite patience– a patience that brings with it peace of mind, for it is a patience that rests upon knowing the end game is assured for each and every one of us– that we who dwell in the meanwhile here are getting antsy. While the Christ within (and I use Christ here as a word referring to our genuine non-egoic, eternal identity), forever knowing our true nature, is already basking in the grace and beauty of what is, Jesus describes us as having been filled with “a spirit of compassion that reels at the senselessness of misery and suffering.” In other words, he’s aware that there’s a palpable sense of urgency on the surface of this planet.
So my question is: what is possible… for us? Could we, for instance, actually hatch from the egg of the meanwhile?
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Reflecting on this question and how we might answer it, my first impression is that I think we are, in general, far too sophisticated in crafting our answers to really contact the truth. This is not an attempt to forecast the outcome of the Super Bowl based upon talent, match-ups, or having an edge in coaching. Nor is this an attempt to prognosticate trends in the stock market, knowing for instance that recent discoveries of hydrocarbon reserves in geographic location X will in 3-5 years’ time begin impacting the cost and availability of goods such as Y and Z. Answering this question honestly and fully is likely an act of treason against history itself, and much of what it has taught us. This is a question about what might come to pass if forces present in the world previously only dimly acknowledged or permitted, the creative force of inner authenticity, were given reign.
I, perhaps like you do or once did, have all too often correlated progress in hatching from the egg with outer transformation, with states of the world around me that would surely evidence this change, and thus once or twice, or let us say forty times forty times, have hitched my wagon to particular mechanisms in the world around me whose existence I thought could help usher in transformation. I think these ventures are worthy of posts all their own, which may be the next step to this vein of exploration, but very briefly, I had a business that didn’t work out that hinged upon endorsement and application of new technology that seemed to do “something for nothing”, (although that wasn’t the case at all), that was in my mind an eye-opener about what might be possible were humanity to work in partnership with Nature. I also at one time was passionately interested/involved in a project that wasn’t a business, but more like a community venture to host a “technology” that would have been something like a symbiosis of spirit and humanity, of divinity and earthen materials. We floundered a bit. Neither venture firmly created a beach head on the New World of what is possible…
I contrast these experiences with the relationship I have with my wife, which is not only a miracle and an obvious answer to prayer, but perhaps more importantly an inner reality of joining first and foremost. Through this commitment and love, beauty and truth emerge, but we don’t have any agendas for what it is supposed to “look like”. In these other ventures I described, which to be fair were peppered with thoughts and desires every bit as heartfelt as in any other area of my life, my mindset was related to outcomes. I thought the world would be a better place if it had these particular “somethings” in it. I submitted to the awareness that the inner reality was vitally important to these other ventures, as a matter of principle, but you know… the real success would have been the result I could hold in my hand, the one I could have held up to the light and shown other people. In my relationship with my wife, the real success is the living reality between us.
So, I’m ultimately trying to say that this hatching from the egg of the meanwhile seems like it can only come through submitting to the nebulous, to the placement of unity as our primary desire and mode of being, as an end in itself, and letting all externalities go. I think there will be a myriad of spin-offs from this point of ignition, and that the outer world will change markedly, but these outer changes will be like side effects, or temporary outpourings of an infinite resource we discover we are. They will be symptoms of the Perfection that already is within us, of which the Christ within each of us already and always partakes.
Buckminster Fuller called this type of phenomenon precession, where the expression of who we are results in highly desirable but perhaps unintended consequences. These are not the negative side effects with which we are all too familiar, the treatment that threatens skin rashes, blindness, paranoia, and possibly death. These are the moments of grace we could never have anticipated, never made on our own if we had tried. They occur simply as a result of us being us.
I think so much is possible, and I think so much is possible for us, but I think every time we focus on the form this everything will possess when it arrives, and place our focus on being part of that, we somehow step out of the living flow on which every good thing depends. Can we trust that the outer forms will be perfect when they arrive, even if we don’t manage them every step of the way? That they will surpass the greatest forecasts of our limited imaginations? Can we commit this one act of treason against history, and whisper in it’s ear that it is our destiny to step beyond it’s shadow? Can we accept that all this will come, arising as easily as the next sunset, if we would but remain in our hearts, as living, realtime responses of Love to Love?