The world of my youth is coming apart. I am living in a science fiction novel where earthlings thrash about in cyber space, divided by ancient beliefs. I am witness to virtual tweeting tribes take up arms and battle to defend their reality. However, if reality is relative how do we unite around differing views and fake news? I fear humanity has been hacked, the malware activated. There is no turning back to the world of my youth it has come apart.
In the last days before the ending he anguished. Haunted by a public life, lived on the wrong side of history, isolated by privilege, entrenched in an old-world ethos, he lacked the perspective to see the interconnected reality of the human experience. His legacy haunts history reaching its long arm into present day where a once great nation remains divided.
I attended a lecture years ago on Our Shared Humanity. The speaker opened with a greeting, “Welcome, I am another you and you are another me.” This ancient Mayan greeting, he explained, was used to express the interconnectedness of all things. The lecture focused on the common threads that bind us together and our ultimate “oneness”.
In our human experience, he explained, we see everything as separate from ourselves. The “Others” are those who do not look like, dress like, think like or believe as we do. We focus on those differences. We debate over who is right and who is wrong. We give energy to our separateness in an effort to strengthen our own ego. All too often we cultivate an environment of fear around the “otherness” of those not like us. The mere presence of the others is seen as threatening .
“And sometimes it’s the very otherness of a stranger, someone who doesn’t belong to our ethnic or ideological or religious group, an otherness that can repel us initially, but which can jerk us out of our habitual selfishness, and give us intonations of that sacred otherness, which is God.”
~ Karen Armstrong, Author & Scholar
And so I had a thought. What if we celebrated our common humanity? What if we held festivals and feasts to celebrate our love of family, friendship and our need of community? A festival where all Earthlings can be seen, heard, loved and respected and most of all – accepted.
A Festival of Earthlings
Just as we celebrate “Earth Day”, with the mantra: Join the fight for the future of our planet. I’d like to champion an “Earthlings Day”: Coming together with love for the future of all Earthlings.
I’ve often wondered if it will take aliens arriving from another planet to finally unite the human race. I hope that’s not the case. I can envision the aliens arrival as they descend from their spacecraft, extending their hand in friendship with the greeting, “I am another you, and you are another me.”
Could it be that all those we see as “Others” are the sacred otherness which is God, as Karen Armstrong suggests? Could it be, that I am you – and you are me?
Sending love and light to my fellow earthlings. Have a magical weekend! ~ Namaste