When do we feel safe again?

Do you remember when you were a kid and you would spend the day down the beach, swimming and playing in the ocean, building sandcastles and eating hot chips with vinegar? Lying on your towel after spending so much time in the water that your fingers and toes were all wrinkly, you could feel the sun beating down on your back and you could hear the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. There was an undeniable smell of sunscreen and the ocean. In the distance you could hear the sound of people laughing and playing, but you, in that moment, felt secular, in your own little world. You felt safe. I miss that feeling. That all is well with the world. I haven't felt like that for a long time and I am longing to feel that sense of safety.

Photo Credit: Amanda Harwood

Photo Credit: Amanda Harwood

It is hard to feel safe when there is so much chaos in the world. Scrolling through social media where everyone looks like they have their shit together can really make you feel like you're the only one struggling but I know that we are many. There is this ache in my bones that isn't from anything physical. It's the ache of my ancestors, the people who came before me, who are watching life through my eyes and are lamenting on how much we have managed to screw it up. I can almost hear their wailing if I listen intently. It is part of the ancestral grief that I am carrying, that we are all carrying. There was hope once that we would leave this world in a better place then what we found it but it is now absolutely clear that this will not be the case.

Not only are we killing this planet with our greed and disdain for Mother Earth, but we are cruel and hateful to each other. Rather than giving a hand up, we are pushing people down. There is so much competition, even amongst people who are supposed to be friends or family. It is a take what you can and forget the rest type of attitude. And the people who do genuinely care about others, who want what's best for the planet and humanity, are exhausted and overwhelmed. Their cup runneth empty.

In this year of 2026 when the global energy is about fresh starts, new opportunities and a chance to do what's right, it seems that we still have so much to change before we will see results. Just because we are in a one year doesn't mean that we will magically wake up one morning and the world will have pulled its head out of its arse. Change is inevitable, yes, but it takes time and right now I am feeling that heavy, treacle-like energy that we all seem to be wading through. It is sticking to everything and everyone.

So, what can we do? What can we do to feel better, to feel hopeful once again? Honestly, I don't know what to tell you. Thirty five plus years of learning and experiencing all that I can has really not given me the edge I thought it would. For my whole life I thought I came here to help lead others to a better place, to help people remember who they are, but now I have my doubts. People really don't seem that interested in finding their true, authentic selves. Maybe this was the lesson I was supposed to learn. It wasn't about helping others but rather helping break the delusion I had that I was put here to help humanity evolve and grow; when really we are all just simulations in a giant computer game and nobody is in control of their destiny. There is no free will and pretty soon, the parents of whoever is playing this game will come in and turn the game off because dinner's on the table and it's going cold. Game over...

Until next time...

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