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Weekly Zephyr #107: For Ukraine
We’re at a time on the Earth when words feel small
but we need to gather a few anyway in order to be together across distance. Today I can’t figure out anything else to do with them other than assemble prayers.
I think this is okay. “Thoughts and prayers” has become shorthand for “inadequate bullshit” but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times when we find ourselves spontaneously taking a prayerful shape, whatever we each fill that shape with. It may be nothing but a silence with sadness in it. It may be a plea to something. It may be a goodwill we pump into this shape, or plain love.
Today my shape is an egg and these are my colors.
Protection and a bright future to Ukraine. Let this be.
🇺🇦
I’m thinking about peace and how we make it grow,
because this is something we can do when we exit our quiet and prayerful shape, or as we move around inside it. I’m not talking about demanding peace through external channels, though there’s certainly a place for that. I’m talking about something for every day, all day, for all people.
If every human on Earth conducted themselves as though they had certain knowledge we aren’t discrete packets of being that end at our own skin, we’d really have something going for the large-scale creation of peace.
I’m not saying I have that certain knowledge. I don’t. At all. I have this belief. And I have this desire. This is what I want.
I want every human on Earth to lock permanently into the thought exercise that how we walk around, how we carry ourselves, what we think repeatedly, our inner state, all of that blows through all people everywhere all the time. That sounds horrifying but we don’t know it isn’t true and if it were true, how powerful. This may be happening anyway.
What if we had this knowledge in a visceral way we couldn’t stop feeling? We’d have to do something. We’d have to steer ourselves with a firm hand. We would develop mastery over ourselves pretty fucking quick, for self-preservation if for nothing else.
We clearly don’t have that knowledge and we don’t have it in a visceral way.
Lucky us, I guess.
If we carried ourselves as though
a) we did know that our inner state blows through everyone
and
b) our local actions—and I mean micro-local, in our rooms and houses—are living templates for larger collective movements, and these local actions are so radiantly powerful and globally-agenda-setting as to be practically nuclear
the very worst thing that would happen is that we’d be engaging in conduct we can feel good about. This would be profoundly harmless at the very least. Don’t imagine that a state of profound harmlessness is a tepid thing. It’s not even close. Don’t imagine that harmlessness equates with inertia, either. It doesn’t.
The best thing that could happen is that the state of the world would really and truly improve.
I take it upon myself to try this, expecting I will forget and fail and knowing I can remember and try again.
One last thing egg-shaped thing I want to give you
A couple of Zephyrs ago, I referenced an unpleasantness we’d been experiencing in our house. I sought the counsel of my wise friend Judith and the conversation turned to the energetic practice of shielding.
Without spending my whole day looking for the world’s greatest source on shielding, I googled and got you this. Seems fine!
I, you know, for years, just…never bothered with shielding.
Not true. Wait.
Rarely.
I rarely bothered to do it. I’ve had one regular circumstance where I’ve felt like, okay, come on, my god, I gotta do something here. I’m going to throw up some shields.
My conversation with Judith reminded me of the value and importance of shielding and I’ve been doing it every day, many times a day, and I am boggled. I feel dramatically better in my body. My energy is greater, my pain is less. I can do so much more. As a person who’s been debilitated by mysterious symptoms for years, this new freedom is wild and wonderful. A mini rebirth.
Here’s what I’m picturing in case you would like to try it:
I’m in a giant egg, several feet thick—the thickness is adjustable, sometimes I make it twenty feet thick if I feel like it—made of some kind of peachy-white, marble-y crystal material. I don’t know what it is, this is just what feels good.
The egg is impenetrable by anything other than love.
Inside the egg I’ve installed a shower/bath thing. I press an invisible button with my actual left thumb to run it. I’ve taken to running a tsunami-force flood of white light down through the egg and through me and into the earth. (Thanks, earth!) Sometimes I’ll give myself a bubble bath in there of sorts. Sometimes I’ll turn the egg into a little warm orange sauna. At night I turn the egg dim and purple to make it a sleep pod, pleasingly futuristic and Prince-like.
I’ve also installed some external lighting on this thing, for when the atmosphere in a room has gone grim. I turn up that dial discreetly with my right thumb and forefinger if I feel like we need a therapeutic burst of happiness. I’ve seen this work, no joke.
Maybe in these challenging days, you can give yourself a treat and experiment with some shielding of your own. Make it how you like it. I winged my egg and I’m devoted to it now. I hope you create something that genuinely does something for you.