Separateness... an illusion!

Let me inspire you to see everything that separates us as an illusion! May we be the generation that moves closer to the truth!

Dear Chubby!                                                                                                      Father’s Day08

Hi, it is father’s day and I am feeling a little bit sad and lonely. I had a few minutes of not knowing what to do, so I thought I would write to you because I know you are feeling the same way today. I thought about calling and leaving a message for him… isn’t it funny that in spite of all the pain that man has caused us – we still love him. That proves that the power of love is the strongest force in our lives. We have every reason to stop loving him, but we don’t. Steve thinks it is weakness, but I don’t. I think it is the driving force that keeps us human beings alive. I think that the power of love is even stronger then the power of fear (hate). And thank God that this is true because if it were not I think we would all be long gone by now!

I forgive Dad for letting us down. He let us down because he was let down and does not know how to overcome what has happened to him. We have seen this and done the best we could to overcome what has happened to us… our kids will do the same. Perhaps we can come closer to the truth then he could --- the truth that what we do and say is not necessarily who we are! Just think… we all categorize each other and ourselves by what we do and what we say… when in reality this is not who we truly are.

Who are we truly? I have been trying to figure this out for about 10 years now. I get closer and closer to the truth and then it eludes me. From what I can see now (and we all only can see with the light that has been given to us) we are all a part of one big whole being. It is as if at one time we were all one big, beautiful mirror. And just to see how it feels to be separate we chose to break into a zillion pieces. So, here we are now --- really one thing --- but experiencing separateness. I believe it is this perceived separateness that is the cause of all of our pain. I believe that deep down we know exactly what we are… one. And we know that the separateness is only an illusion. We know who we truly are we just can’t seem to remember it enough to overcome the fear of being apart.

It is why we cry when we see a new baby being born. It is why we cry when we see someone die right before our eyes… whether we knew them or not. It is why someone would give their life to save someone they don’t even know. Deep down we all know the truth; we are one.

I also believe it is why we are capable of hating one another. We are so put off by the fact that one can turn on another that it creates this feeling of hatred. We long for the connection to be re-established so much that it upsets us. This is also why parting is so hard for us. Be it a death or the end of a relationship… our beings long for reconciliation not more separation!

If only we could see beyond the illusion! If only we could experience the truth instead of what we think is real. If only we could come to realize that this reality is only temporary and fleeting; that we are all still truly one and always will be. If only we could understand that we are not separate human beings having a spiritual experience; but that we are one spiritual being having a temporary separated human experience.

So, it is the part of me that is the part of Dad that still loves him, still needs him, and is devastated that I cannot have a relationship with him. And it is the part of me that is in him that causes him to hate me. In his eyes I have let him down and the pain of separation is too much for him to bear so he has created hate in his heart to help himself deal with the pain. It is broken love that creates hatred… so; it is love all along that is the strongest thing we know.

Perhaps we can love him without the pain of separateness? This is what I pray for; for me and for all of humanity. May we one day become one again!

I love you sister…. You are in me and I you!

Namaste, stephanie