| Too much ain't nearly enough From the Editor | by Tim Miejan Doesn't it seem like we've all be bickering and fighting and arguing with each other about our views on politics, the environment, the economy, the war, on poverty and on umpteen other issues way too long? Doesn't it seem like our collective disagreement resembles two puppets [or talking heads on TV] who face each other and just talk and talk and talk all over each other, ad nauseum? And what about those of us who quickly jump into petty arguments with our spouses or our children or our siblings or our loved ones? I'm beginning to think that the end to all of this incessant bickering will end when the cost of living begins to spiral downward and we don't have to sell the farm and take our children and our children's children into debt with us. That's why I've gone into the attic, rifled furiously through forgotten boxes and unfurled an idea that this time has seemingly forgotten: Love is the answer. It's as simple as that. Devil advocates call such thinking naïve and pollyannaish, but they wouldn't be advocates of the Devil if they thought it was a good suggestion, now would they? Interview after interview, and issue after issue of The EDGE, I find myself more secure in the view that a giant groundswell of love is building up steam and that, when some of us least suspect it, it will envelope the planet like a cocoon and transform every single atom and all that is will resonate with the original vibration of love. Science fiction? Perhaps a different planet that resembles Earth? Artistic license allows me to dream of a better way. For those who have heard enough about love being the answer, I have this to say: Too much ain't nearly enough. It all begins at home. Within each of our bodies. With each thought we have. In the present moment. Now. Each of us is built with an anchor that bounds our soul to the vibration of love. There's no escaping it. As much as we want to ignore it or run from it, it's ever present. When we are sad and are throwing a pity party for ourselves, we convince ourselves that we've lost our connection with love. So we stand, head in hand, and turn our face to the wall and, in the words of The Beatles circa 1965, question whether we will ever reconnect with it: "How could she say to me | Love will find a way? Gather round all you clowns | Let me hear you say. Hey, you've got hide your love away." And, four years later, John and Paul wrote this about love: "There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love" It is easy, when we stop in the moment, breathe, and focus on where we are here, now, and what choice would serve love. Yet, we find it so hard sometimes. We have so much information coming into our minds -- and our bodies -- every second that it's virtually impossible for most of us to be here now, present, in the moment, and making each decision as if it really mattered in the creation of love in our collective sphere. I believe it does matter. I believe that if more and more of us would make decisions based on what love would have us do, and believe that doing so is the single-most important thing we could do in our entire lives, then transformation would be upon us. [Now is where I remind you that "Shift Happens."] The good news is that it is upon us. Each of us is evolving more and more toward a loving consciousness. Perhaps it doesn't look like it, or feel like it, because as more and more love enters our being, it comes into direct contact with our resistance. It's like a stream of love confronting a meteor belt filled with our fear and anxiety and bits of us that are afraid of change. Bit by bit, those chunks that keep us feeling "less than..." or "not as good as..." are pulverized into dust, and that dust is transformed and become part of the love stream. Some of us are holding onto our fear and our resistance, even trying to roll them all together into boulders to serve as a fortress of protection. What is amazing, and so achingly sad, is that the very thing we are trying to prevent is what will make us the happiest and most joyful human beings. Some of us have never been told that. You can shroud the idea in dogma and proclaim it as "the Good News," but it's as simple as embracing love in each and every moment. And once we've done that as often as we can, we begin to see our fellow beings in a new light. They are no longer unnamed strangers who live down the street, or people who are competing against us in the marketplace, or even familiar political leaders who appear to wielding the reins of power in an attempt to control the world. They are beings, like us, whose bodies are being filled with more and more light with each passing moment. And they, too, are fearful and resisting in their own ways, some barely noticed and others playing out on the world's stage. But we're all the same. We all are one body, connected energetically with one another. When one feels pain, we all feel it, at lesser or greater degrees. When one feels expansive joy, we all feel it. Until the time when we are all conscious of that connection, I encourage you to ride the waves of emotion, all the while remembering that love is the answer and to make each choice with that in mind. Tim Miejan is editor of The EDGE. Contact him at (651) 578-8969 or toll-free 1 (888) 776-5687. E-mail editor@edgenews.com Copyright © 2003 Tim Miejan |
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