Relationship: a word describing probably one of the most important aspects of the human condition.
Your first relationship starts with the union of your parents, your conception, and bond with them in utero: the surges of your mother’s hormones responding to your growth and her conflicting emotions of denial, fear and awe; the first recognition of her voice as you start hearing at 18 weeks, the occasional baritones of father’s voice as he awe-inspiringly touch her slowly enlarging belly.
You are born, nursed and raised by what seems to be your gods. You meet other ‘giants’ as well as little ones like you – kind and unkind alike – and slowly you turn into a giant as well, slowly forgetting the place of your origin: the Place of Light.
Soon you find yourself lost in a constant ‘civilized’ battle for acknowledgment, love, money and power - ranging from spouse or lover, to suited men in air-conditioned offices, sipping Café Lattes as they decide to declare war on the ‘enemy’.
And the ‘enemy’: be it your spouse, your child, your father or another country filled with ‘strangers’ – are you not indeed the ‘enemy’ to them? Are you not then the Hero in your own Journey, they the Villain and Vice Versa? Who is right or wrong in this eternal Mythical tale of Homo sapiens?
The truth is: there is no right or wrong at the level of our souls. We all interact in a coherent universe of vibration, our relationships being harmonic or disharmonic in the symphony of life.
Sad then, that at present our Opus is that of a cacophony; a morphed disarray of sound due to our ignorance of our connection with each other.
I sincerely hope that humanity will find a way to create one day, and Opus of love…
Jean
Your first relationship starts with the union of your parents, your conception, and bond with them in utero: the surges of your mother’s hormones responding to your growth and her conflicting emotions of denial, fear and awe; the first recognition of her voice as you start hearing at 18 weeks, the occasional baritones of father’s voice as he awe-inspiringly touch her slowly enlarging belly.
You are born, nursed and raised by what seems to be your gods. You meet other ‘giants’ as well as little ones like you – kind and unkind alike – and slowly you turn into a giant as well, slowly forgetting the place of your origin: the Place of Light.
Soon you find yourself lost in a constant ‘civilized’ battle for acknowledgment, love, money and power - ranging from spouse or lover, to suited men in air-conditioned offices, sipping Café Lattes as they decide to declare war on the ‘enemy’.
And the ‘enemy’: be it your spouse, your child, your father or another country filled with ‘strangers’ – are you not indeed the ‘enemy’ to them? Are you not then the Hero in your own Journey, they the Villain and Vice Versa? Who is right or wrong in this eternal Mythical tale of Homo sapiens?
The truth is: there is no right or wrong at the level of our souls. We all interact in a coherent universe of vibration, our relationships being harmonic or disharmonic in the symphony of life.
Sad then, that at present our Opus is that of a cacophony; a morphed disarray of sound due to our ignorance of our connection with each other.
I sincerely hope that humanity will find a way to create one day, and Opus of love…
Jean
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