Enlightening Nonsense

[The following was not sent but in the very writing an energetic connection was created and an effect was enacted, as confirmed by Maria. It showed me how outside the common world of understanding, beyond intellect and logic and human frailty, there is the possibility to connect with another soul deeply, or rather, come into the natural state of connection that all souls know as Truth. My wish is that we bring our incarnate beings up to speed with our soul beings and bring this deep brotherhood into play to change the common world of understanding into what is today is, unfortunately, very uncommon. Ojalá in Spanish, "Oh, if only!"]

 

Filip,

What a strange Universe it is that has a man whose email account has been broken into and his soulmate tormented writing to a man across an ocean who is responsible for the hacking and harassing, not with anger but with love.

As a kid, if one had told me about a future with CDs and DVDs, A-Rod and iPods, email and Internet, my eyes would have widened and my command of language at the time would have probably limited me to a response of “Cool!” If the same boy had been told that in the future someone would violate both you and the one you love and you will thank him and consider him a brother, I would have thought the messenger delusional.

We can read daily in our media about technological advances with lasers and gene mapping but rarely do we read about advances in consciousness, in part due to a controlled and manipulated media, but equally responsible is our weakness as individuals to step up and stand out when the fake entity called “society” fights the rebellious spirit to express oneself authentically at every turn.

It is with this understanding that I find it difficult to hold onto directed anger for too long, once my old patterns have fed on the emotional energy of human frailty and my sick stomach clearly shows me that this is not the food of gods…but animals.

I understand your hurt, your anger, your frustration, brother. I can feel it and empathize. You feel hurt that a person you believe yourself to love isn’t able to give you the same love in return. You feel angry that she doesn’t see what seems so clear to you and what you “know” is best for the both of you. And you feel frustrated because you seem powerless to affect the outcome to how you’d like it to play out. How can I not understand this…and how can I be mad at you for feeling?

Brother, let me share just a little about me to help illustrate the power of consciousness over our conditioning. I am an explorer, less so regarding the external terrain, although I have travelled a bit; my interest lies more so with the inner journey.

I competed in Chinese full-contact kickboxing for seven years and I was Captain of my martial arts school’s fight team. Externally, the supporters saw someone who won national and local titles and the naysayers focused on my black eyes and broken nose. The supporters saw it as something of glory and the naysayers saw it as nothing more than violence. The supporters eagerly awaited my next scheduled fight and the naysayers looked forward, almost begged, for the day when I’d hang up my gloves and join them in their “non-violent” crusade with their eyes closed, lying to themselves about their closed vision and somehow managing to call it, with a straight face, “spiritual.”

The supporters of the fight game were focused on the excitement that is felt when our animal instincts are stimulated, often vicariously through another. They cared little for my personal safety as they got caught up in the roar of my inner animal, because theirs had been tranquilized by the fiery fears on which society constantly throws its leaves.

The naysayers were not speaking through their own wisdom but from a cut-and-paste knowledge collected from all the pieces of Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr. and Buddha and Jesus, clipping the pieces that they “thought” was spiritual but missing the true teachings of these masters in their comic book collage.

If they had supported me they would have seen how every time I stepped into the ring, the opponent I was fighting was not standing opposite me…but inside of me. If they had the foggiest real understanding of spirit, they would have been thrilled that I had found a useful outlet to explore my personal demons of fear and anger and frustration and hopefully purge myself of this crowd that was inside of me.

This was the trophy and the medal I was seeking. Victory to me was not about having my battle-fatigued arm raised at the end of a match but to have my spirit lifted because my eyes had been opened to one more unwelcome houseguest that I could now show the door. Anyone who really cared about me and my growth more than they did some spiritual dogma would be totally excited that I found a venue in which to forge my spirit. Instead most were just like any religion, preaching that the only way into their made-up Heaven was through their equally false belief system.

Another aspect about me is that I value my privacy. This stems from hundreds of hours of research on how government—of most nations—violates the Citizen’s privacy rights, as well as my desire not to “throw pearls to swine,” as Jesus is attributed to have said. I have taken many measures and sacrificed a lot of personal comforts in order to satisfy my need for privacy, which includes giving up jobs that I enjoyed and the fact that half the people that I know not knowing my birth name.

I share these two facets of my life to make you aware of how your actions, of violating my privacy and hurting someone I love, have touched my personal buttons and, if I didn’t care about expanding my consciousness, I most probably would have reinvented all the devils I have purged, embraced them with pain and anger and unleashed all their wrath in your direction.

I know someone who became a computer hacker before he became a teenager. Among other things, he hacked into NASA’s computer when they were landing their probe on Mars, broke into the security system of a bit I.T. company and then, after telling them what he had done, he was hired by the same company to examine and protect where their security was lacking. He also wrote a book about his life as a hacker and beyond and now, at the age of about 27, runs his own company. If this were awhile back, I would have asked him to hack and destroy every place you ever left an electronic footprint. If this were awhile back, I would tell Maria that she had a choice to either cut all communication with you or never see me again.

But it’s not “awhile back” and I’m grateful for that because rather than spreading poison, I have the opportunity to spread awareness, something “awhile back” I didn’t see to have as great a value as I do today.

I’ve learned the sign of a man is not how many things he can conquer and destroy, but how courageous he is in sharing his love—especially to those whose actions would classify them as “unlovable” by society’s standards. I have learned that loving somebody involves building up their wings so that they can fly—even if that means flying to a new nest that doesn’t include you—because you want more than even your own happiness for them to have the opportunity to soar.

The old stagnant pattern that our society continues to propagate is one based on a belief system where we have to step on someone else’s head in order to bolster ourselves. The old fear-based mode of living involves us breaking the wings of a beautiful bird so that she can’t fly away from us—and calling this love—forgetting that a bird that can’t spread her wings and fly is no longer a bird but a trophy. A bird belongs in the sky, not on our wall.

We are not in competition, brother. We are actually both on the same team. I want nothing more than for you to knock one out of the ballpark and to get all the glory; I will happily stay in the background as the reporters fire their questions and the photographers fire their flashbulbs at you.

I’ve talked to the owner of the team, the manager, and the other players. And as much as you think being the pitcher is your way to fame and fortune, I’m telling you it’s not—not because I want the spotlight for myself or because I want you to give up baseball, but because I want you to enjoy the game; but not at the expense of the rest of the team.

If you honestly love Maria, then let her fly. If she is meant to nest with you, she will have to arrive there by the power of her own wings—not because you have crippled her. In the words of Sting, “If you love someone, set them free.”

Your actions taken in blind emotion has violated me, has hurt Maria and seems only one step short of pulling an O.J. and hacking both Maria and me to bits. I worry, brother, that you are driving out of control.

I did my best to try to understand you, brother; I can shapeshift and feel another’s pain, if not completely then at least partially. I did my best to share my struggle with you as well. My hope is for union and an appreciation for the brother from across the ocean who is helping each of us to grow—even if at this moment we both don’t fully understand how.

I was going to end this letter with a list of requests but while I would like your assurance that you will leave both Maria and my email account to their own affairs, I really desire nothing more than your understanding and to see you shine as brightly as I’d like to see all of my family shine.

It’s easier for most to acknowledge their brothers that share the same blood, to acknowledge their brothers that are their best of friends. It takes a special set of eyes to have the vision to see…

the brother that you will never know,

the brother you will never meet,

the brother that you may only hear mentioned

…but who lights afire something in you that burns away all the old rubbish inside and leaves a space for your inner light to fill.

I hope that I can be that brother to you as you have been to me. And I hope that we can raise each other up to a higher peak of greatness with a vaster vision of where we have come from and where we have yet to climb.

The fist disappears with no effort when the hand opens and offers itself for the taking.

Thank you for being you, brother. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

In Brotherhood,

Adam

 

“Out behind ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”

—Rumi