Journal of a Normal Guy on a MissionTo Fulfilling a Far From Normal Spiritual Journey. Part 1.

The mission is clear - find peace and bring everyone along for the ride. At least those that are keen to join. Why wouldn’t you right? Well goddamn, peace or the judged perception of how others may inauthentically embody it can be a threatening thing!

The Chinese felt it when they enacted genocide upon the Tibetans, one of, if not the most, peace loving, spiritually evolved nations of people and cultures on the planet. ‘An Enlightenment Machine’ is how I’ve heard the Tibetans referred to, and if my personal experience with those that I’ve come to know is anything to go by, I can see what they mean.

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ was the question posed after my mate of thirty years or so, followed by the Australian mental health slogan of “are you OK?”. Like…really mate, are you….because you seem full of shit, sat just shy of his fingertips to phone. Given my history of working with clients that clearly have not been OK, and actually gone on to take their lives, it was a bitter pill of passive aggression to swallow.

So I contemplated the fuck out of the nature of our ego’s drive for validated attention and affirmation (of everything that we are and do), versus our drive or otherwise for consciously creating insights. And how fear and compassion so distinctly determine which is which.

Like a message in a bottle sent to sea, I came to my own personal and seemingly reasonable conclusions, thought bubbles for me and me only. I declared  intentions and was uplifted by; relieving karmic entanglement, clarifying who I am, my worth and self honouring, along with declaring that any friend claiming abuse and defamation as an act of genuine compassion or kindness, is walking a different path to me, and not one I intend on pretending is aligned or one where I’ll be joining him in the future. With this, and everything else, thanks for asking, “yes I am more than OK”. 

That felt sad, in a way of sadness for all of us in our unconscious fumbling and sore knees from tripping over. Yet it also felt like one of the more positive and healing actions I’ve enacted for some time.  

Peace is relative let alone perceivably potentially unrelatable. Walk your true path towards it. And allow its essence to be felt for all. Even when it means the kindest thing we can do is to say less, and honour more - no matter which path we’re walking.