The Space Between...

Finding peace in the fray to know we are not forgotten.

I’ve sat in front of this screen for a month now trying to figure out what words would be of relevance, usefulness, and comfort. I’ve started over six different attempts to write; not one thought passed the test of worthiness. And there it dawned on me. The idea of worthiness and who gets to decide. I struggle to make sense of what is of value to those embroiled in this spiritual warfare, not wanting to die, but searching for ways to live when everything you’ve known has been decimated in the name of medical and spiritual freedom.

I don’t want to add to the angst of feeling despair and loneliness. I don’t want to fuel political divides and feed into fear mongering headlines. I realize the importance of being apprised of world events, especially as it relates to the contrived efforts of mainstream media to force feed their prospective agendas. I am careful, however, with which wolf I feed: the one of dread and hatred for the ways of the world or the one of hope and faith that God is indeed winning.

I struggle in my human spirit. I dig my heels against the bitter slope of self-pity, albeit, it is difficult.

For some remain in the perpetual limelight, all eyes focused on the depravity of what our oppressors have done. You are out there, avid activists with the backing of dozens of political freedom organizations that revere your tenacity to take on these oligarchs. Hundreds rally to your cause, feeling the familiar pain of estrangement in their loss of wages, social standing, relationships with friends, family, and colleagues. You are our heroes and beacons of truth and love and light.

For others, there is no spotlight. There is no fanfare or allegiance to supporting those trapped in the peril of spiritual and medical disenfranchisement. They may not have had the resources to seek help, nor the courage to make their stories public. Or, some may have tried and been successful to some degree and whilst there were fleeting moments of recognition, they too have fallen into the cracks of the system. They are told they are not sick enough, or religious enough, or worthy enough to defend their right for bodily autonomy. The organizations, or law firms or freedom fighters are bogged down with thousands of other cases that had deeper pockets or greater connections, or simply had luck on their side.

So…I think why I am finally able to write is that this question gnaws at my soul. It needs answering. Who determines who is worthy enough? Who is the arbiter of religious conviction and medical freedom? Who is worth the investment? Who is forgotten? Who loses it all because they chose to keep their convictions private as a person’s connection to God or Source or whatever your faith is the most intimate relationship one can have? For those of faith, this rhetoric is sacrilege. There is only One who determines the final say. How dare I ask such a thing. But what of those who have a different path? A different lens. Are they forgotten?

Whose call is answered? Is it that some are more worthy than others based on their political affiliations? Religious affiliations? Is health a partisan issue? What happens if you’re apolitical? What happens when you’ve had enough of the division between red/blue, left/right and all you seek is alignment with Divine Source? Do you have to be part of a group to save your individual liberty? Which lawyers hold the chalice of virtuous representation? Which freedom movements align with unity for freedom, for freedom’s sake?

I implore those who have the power to make change…find those that have fallen into the fray. Find those that have been forgotten, or worse, who were never acknowledged in the first place because it should have been enough to stand against tyranny without having to exploit a deeply held personal or religious conviction. And even for those that did in fact boldly pronounce their opposition to tyranny who wade in the shallows, waiting for a sign…to be worthy and not forgotten.

Find them. Help them.

Many of our stories are yesterday’s news but the pain and the loss is as ever present as before. Nothing changes there. In fact, it is compounded by the estrangement of being shunned from society, the wound festering in the newest and hottest headline.

Our ability to remain steadfast in the pursuit of freedom and solidarity is truly remarkable.

Let this remind you of the millions who feel alone, who feel forgotten, who have lost their will to fight for their families because they are no longer relevant, they are no longer worthy. Yes, prayers and the presence of kindred spirits are always of great comfort while we cling to our faiths and our beliefs that we are enough. Prayer with action forges the spirit of God, the spirit of consciousness in remembering that we are all one, we are all worthy…

WE ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.