I honor the grotesque world that would be D.T. TrumpenCruz, President of the U.S. of A. I don’t seek it, but I honor it. I do so for the same reason I honor every other way that we, souls awakening, are abusing ourselves, one another, and our planetary home. The blood of unkindness colors the road to a healthy life. What spills that blood is ignorance, the mother of all suffering––and a sacred teacher.
If life’s purpose is to grow our capacity to love (as I feel it is), and every moment, every situation, serves that purpose (as I feel it does), then the specter of D.T. TrumpenCruz is a ripe reminder that our tenacity to make loving choices usually takes hold only after the consequences of unlove become excruciating. Who would bet the farm, or even a nickel, we’re at that point today? If D.T. TrumpenCruz were abducted by aliens and never heard from again, what problem would really be solved?
For an addict, meaningful recovery begins with bottomless despair, the kind that, if it doesn’t kill us, impels a commitment to go to any lengths never be there again. Ironically, humankind’s most destructive addiction is not alcohol, drugs, gambling, sex or Twinkies. It’s beliefs. At this stage of our evolution, too many of us believe there’s an us and a them––and it’s okay for those them people to suffer. Too many of us believe that things like our Nazi neighbor, or that we were provoked to curse,“Oh shit, doggie do-do,” as we walked to church, are responsible for our unhappiness. Too many of us believe it’s a good use of our time to hate. Too many of us have yet to attempt to meet the events of our life with the question, “What’s the most loving action I can take?” D.T. TrumpenCruz is a symbol of this craziness, this immaturity. A very useful symbol, if you ask me, representing what may be the universe’s most important two-word message after happy birthday: pay attention.
D.T. TrumpenCruz is noteworthy, but hardly special. He is a recent addition to the scroll of increasingly intense reminders, stretching centuries, of the price we pay for cultivating fear rather than love. That’s how the universe works: upping pain in direct relationship to the extent we ignore our divinity, until finally, in this life or one ahead, we cry Uncle and begin to make healthier choices. Look around, maybe even in the mirror: evidence of such choices grows, even flourishes in places.
Without intending to, D.T. TrumpenCruz is contributing to humankind’s inevitable embrace of one of the most valuable and dangerous prayers, the kind that makes our heart soar, yet scares the pants off our small self, because it delivers so much: “Lord, change no circumstance in my life; change me.”
Oh, Steve! You always say truths is such a wise and wonderful way!
I have a saying on my beside table that reads: “May I have the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know that is me.”
gratitude from me for your wise words!
Steve
I used to live in Greensboro, and, while there, I received your emails. For the past twenty years I have been living in Europe – first in Glastonbury, England, and now in Enkhuizen, The Netherlands. Somehow, I lost the connection I had with your emails. Could you please put me back on your list?
(I really do not have anything to say about this TrumpenCruz other than I totally agree with what you have to say!)
}:-)
SIg Lonegren
sig@avalon.co.nl
Steve, thank you for another profoundly moving email. I love what you said, to close out your email: “Lord, change no circumstance in my life.” I have been practicing daily the exact philosophy, introduced to me by the late, great Jim Rohn: “Don’t wish it were easier, but do wish you were better.” Thank you, Steve. I love your emails, and though I may not always weigh in, but I am reading what you write, and each one is a masterpiece of wisdom and love.
The wisdom of Cosmic Love presented with wit and verve makes me smile.
Thank you
Phil
Another terrific essay Steve. So much to learn here. Thanks for sharing this!
Cheers, Brad