After paying my first visit to the cancer center to support someone recently diagnosed, I came away thinking, “Man?! That’s more than I thought. Way more than I thought!” While there’s really no way to be, at all, engaged in today’s world, and not be aware that cancer is common, this is something else. Cancer reality did not seem that real, until it did. Not just for the impact on the life of a person, but for the compound impacts on all these people’s lives. The profound compound impact that shows in the multifarious forms of decaying countenance and posture with the parade of patients arriving for their appointments. How many lives are interrupted here? There’s an incalculable butterfly effect to each persons heritage and case. The heart of destiny, design, and fate are being challenged as the direction of each life path is railroaded by circumstances, and the modern medical response. “What choice do I have? I’ve got this, and now I take the prescribed treatment: that’s it.” The emphatic tone of this statement reinforces the, now sure, sturdy skepticism of how open minded we are, modern technologies of all forms, and who to trust. There’s a call to advocate, humbly advocate, for questions of the formerly unquestionable.
Compassion. Compassion. Compassion pressure is building up in the body, mind, and (likely as always) soul. It’s surging, spilling over into thought, word, and deed. The witness of sickness, protracted sickness, endurance, and death at the current rates and levels, all over the place, is overriding the “me first” objective. But for the Grace of God, an illness anywhere, is an illness everywhere. Retribution, condemnation, self righteousness, and self justification have run their course. Turn the focus onto root reality, as best as possible. It’s abundantly clear, at least to me now, that fighting fire with fire has terrible side effects, and no downstream sustainability. The internal call to good will is pressure in the quantum pressure cell of wholistic dynamics. Leak, spill, pour out the good will. Be the leak, join the spill, and if it is to be, bust out in a flooding, pouring wave of good will saturating the abundantly parched ground of our existence. Who knows if our collective pride in, and commitment to, our traditional paradigm will breakdown. When I broke it began to look like our actual needs are much more, and less, of what society’s evolved design says they are. There’s like a need to reach need. Self awareness preceding environmental awareness, and compassion was being denied. The cosmic disturbance of the help paradigm, not only defies prediction, and thus AI’s algorithm, it unlocks a miracle wave of healing that requires nothing more than a channel. Love flows. Flowing so much that there’s an atmosphere of beneficent assistance in which individual needs get met mutually. Come to find out, there’s a lot of help available! by and large, we’ve seen enough, way more than enough, injustice, sickness, and suffering. Will a change of heart/mind happen? In whom, and when?