Wailing for the Inhumanity of it All

I love David Friedman’s work.

He wrote the book The Thought Exchange. This book speaks to how we get in our own way of experiencing the life we want to experience. Limiting ourselves is programmed into us. His work is brilliant. A friend and I for years read books to each other over the phone nightly taking turns between paragraphs or pages. We read The Thought Exchange three times as each time we did we had significant break-throughs. While reading this body of work we could see where we allowed ourselves to become stuck and stay there then we made conscious choices between each other to rise.

Every week David has a Thought Exchange group that meets virtually meditating together and digging deep. I drop in every few months and did so this past week. Our focus was softening the internal stress grip we have within our bodies and pay attention to thoughts and emotions as we soften. Then we shared and David prodded, challenged, and held a mirror up to us. Within this stress grip, David claims, is the suppression of an emotion that if we give into it we believe we will die; which is why we grip so hard. He said his emotion is anger. He was trained away from it. Anger could also be mine as could sadness (which many experts say is at the root of anger). When working with me David said “your power is so big (“you” being universal not personal) and you have been trained to contain it. It’s like driving down the freeway at 90 mph with the brake on.” I could feel Spirit — the unlimited force of the Universe being contained in my body and being told to stay put. Great analogy. He was right.

Then he continued working with others and he came to one woman who was “gripping” as she was afraid her sadness would never end if she started crying. She said, “those children who died in the Texas flood. Those girls, if I cry for them, I will never stop.” As she spoke tears ran down her cheeks and I felt the most Holy energy come over me. Then I heard the internal words “someone needs to cry for the girls.” Then I saw wailers of generations past who wailed for those who died. Then I saw the women and mothers of the country holding hands and crying for our daughters who were left to die. The entire scene felt like the most precious, sacred, Holy musing. “Someone needs to cry for the girls.”

Details need to matter. Details do matter. In this time of political sledgehammering, taking compassion out of our collective funding and services; someone needs to pay attention and mourn for the “inconvenience of the people” who are caught in the middle of it all. And the point of government IS the people.

Love. I always come back to Love. Love is the only currency we take with us when we leave this planet and yet we tend to place so much above it. Money, thoughts, ideas, plans, conveniences, manipulations, greed, opinions, superiority, control. Crying for the girls allows us to restore our sacred, powerful, beautiful humanity to its rightful places in our heart.

In Love and Reverence,

Reverend Bonnie