Trump Inauguration: I feel love for those who make me happy, as well as those who make me unhappy

Today, my heart aches. In those moments in which my mind ambushes me with a fantasy of things having turned out differently, my heart hurts so badly, it takes my breath away.

You may feel the same.

Today is a hard day for many of us. Some may stay off media just to get a moment’s rest.

Our mailboxes have been filled with requests for donations by our proxy fighter, such as the ACLU; Common Defense, the Veterans who came to Standing Rock to protect the water protectors; Shaun King’s injusticeboycott.com; Black Lives Matter; Our Revolution, the movement Bernie Sanders sparked;  the representatives we support, like Seattle’s Pramila Yayapal (newly elected US representative for the 7th district) who is not attending today’s inauguration but spending the day with us, her constituents; President Obama; the DNC; what have you.

We give what we can. We post. We share posts we think of as important. We want to make a difference—with our actions, our dollars, and our words.

For eight years, we had hope to varying degrees: The world was slowly getting better. Same-sex marriage passed, consumer protections came into place, unemployment sank, 20 million Americans received health care, some for the first time. President Obama’s administration stepped us back from the brink of the great robbery heist by the 1% against the middle class, commonly called the recession.

Many, many people were helped. But, as is always the case, many, many people were left out. Many people were empowered. But as is often the case, many felt their power had dwindled; and often it has been true. Manufacturing jobs were eliminated. No, not lost. They don’t have legs on which to walk away. 1%ers made decisions that shrank the need to employ Americans (robotics, moving to other countries, industry changes, climate change-based changes, etc).

Many people’s lives improved, many people’s lives didn’t or worsened. That is the reality. Some, no, many, of those people voted for this new administration. They voted for change, just like we did, eight years ago.

To their minds, this change is just as good as the last seemed to us. That is reality. We can argue that there is a fundamental difference between those two changes. And we may be right. Time, fortunately or unfortunately, as the case may be, will tell.

We are suffering. We are afraid. We fear the next four years. That is a legitimate experience. Ignore those who ask you to get over it. Be with your feelings. They belong to you and you are entitled to have them.

I have not a shred of doubt that we live in a grand, glorious, intriguing, and mysterious reality. Hinduism calls it maya—the veil of illusion. Buddhism calls it confusion. Christianity calls it the earthly realm. Elon Musk calls it a simulation. Atheists call it reality. I also call it reality. But with a caveat: That which we experience as reality. I’ve also experienced something else: a meta-reality. This existence is pure wholeness and within it nestles our reality. This meta-reality also has many names: Heaven (Christian), nirvana (Buddhist), Brahman (Hindi), paradise (Islamic), a crutch (atheist).

I have no doubt about its existence because I’ve visited meta-reality—that existence within which this one exists—numerous times.

Why does this matter? Because it tells a more complete truth that may not only comfort us but that may encourage us to keep building our vision of a world that ever more closely resembles this meta-reality.

Meta-reality is so whole, you feel you are love. It’s so complete, nothing is missing—there is no yearning, no suffering, no loneliness, no questions, no confusion. Only something akin to bliss and ecstasy. I say “akin” because even those words utterly fail to describe how meta-reality feels. In meta-reality, there’s nothing “there”. “There-ness” is part of our reality of matter where we suffer over what the next month, year will bring. In Meta-reality, there is only “being.” It’s the most beautiful, whole experience possible. It is a higher truth. But it is a truth that can be brought to bear on this very moment. It isn’t reality-averse at all. Every moment is transformed, as soon as I recall meta-reality. But that’s not the idea!

The idea is to experience this material reality with all our hearts. To feel everything—love, hate, fear, hope, desire, pain. To create each our own vision, born from those feelings, to fight for this vision. That is the purpose of being here—to be here.

Ultimately, all constantly arising from meta-reality, we cannot fail. Whether we voted for the incoming administration or not, whether we lost or won, all is one. Right now, someone is tenderly kissing someone. Right now, a baby is being conceive. Right now, someone is offering their hand in help. Right now someone is getting the happiest surprise of their lives. Right now, the world spins around its axis because countless of us conduct ourselves with honor, integrity and with love. Right now, someone is crafting a happy life. Right now, someone is hoping for a better life over the next four years. That hope is beautiful. It is the soul of our all our lives.

Knowing that meta-reality exists allows me to feel so much love, for those who make me happy, as well as those who make me unhappy. It makes me feel confident in the outcome. It puts this reality we call life into perspective.

Do I wish that I could show you divine reality? Prove it to you, so that you may feel less suffering?

No.

I always feel compassion for your suffering, as much as for mine. After all, we both are here, inhabiting this life! But I trust the divine. You know what you know and don’t what you don’t because you are on your own righteous path.

There is a compelling mystery here. I’m a juggler. In one hand, I hold the ball of the knowledge that this life is a real-experienced illusion in which I work for love and justice. In the other, I hold the ball of knowledge of divine meta-reality. Up in the air, right now, is the ball of balancing. Balancing the other two.

On this day, I wish you love. I hope you are with loved ones. I know you are not alone and that you are loved. I know that you are love, whole, wise and divine; perfect as you are and as you are not. And so is everyone else.

Blessings.

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Well, my friend, that’s the end of this week’s Inkshot. I hope it gave you something interesting to ponder. Salute and may you have a beautiful, beautiful day or night, as the case may be!

 INKSHOT NO.69 | SEATTLE | January 20th, 2017

India Susanne Holden is the author of The World Is Better than You Think—Developing an eye for the good around you. and Crafting A Happy Life. She is a writer, speaker, seminar leader, certified Reiki practitioner, and certified life coach.

Author’s Note: This blog is a way for me to share my experiences of the world being better than we think and moments of crafting a happy life. If you liked it, please do the “CSS”: comment, subscribe, share.

 

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