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We are witnessing one of those moments seen in all the epic stories, a time when Maya reigns and the dark energies rise up to veil the hearts of men and women. Those in power are blinded by fear and greed, offering empty promises. People of the light must wait patiently like a damned up river, gathering strength.
Haven’t we all heard about the heroes who sat in silence while imprisoned, whose spirits only deepened, and emerged one day unscathed, undefeated, even strengthened in their resolve, and ready to take action.
Yes, its natural to burn with anger and grieve watching the darkness prevail. But we must not lose heart or let the night weaken us. We must be ready when the time comes, like the daffodils waiting through the winter until the March snow melt, like the river that finally rushes over the dam and is free again.
Current events remind me of some lines in a Rumi poem, entitled “Display,” from the book, Open Secret:
“Things are reversed from what they should be in this place you live now. One who should be hung on the scaffold is made emperor. People stand and clap. Tombs with ornamental plaster, self-conceit everywhere. Palm trees made of wax, wax leaves and fruit, wax dirt.”
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