Compassion Has a History

A simple seeker was practicing slow and deep breathing, to calm her over-charged emotions after reading a passionate post of a patriotic soul, concerning her homeland, or at least the land of her birth.

The young journalist (Did it require youth to care so deeply?) was obviously very agitated by what happened, was now happening, and what might yet happen, all of it seemingly beyond her power to control.

“How did her energy affect your own, in such a way?”

“I don’t know how that was possible. Perhaps we’re kindred spirits.”

“Yes. We each resonate at a frequency which magnetically attracts and resonates with others resonating with the same or a similar vibration.”

“Through a computer?”

“No.”

“Then how?”

“Thoughts have power to resonate, whether written, spoken, or reflected upon in one’s own mind.”

“Then, a computer…?”

“Or a book ….”

“I’m not going there.”

“Where?”

“You’ve hinted at a book for the past ten thousand years, or more. I don’t care any more.”

“Why?”

“I allowed myself to get too personally involved in the project.”

“Yes.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s the same with the young journalist, who has become a deeply distressed witness to a human tragedy.”

“Expanded awareness would have allowed her to transfer her agitated emotions to empathy?”

“Yes, and then to compassion.”

“Yes. And you’re right, again.”

“In what way?”

“In that she seems to see her world too close up to allow for expanded awareness.”

“Would she care less for current events if she could distance herself from them?”

“No. She would still know that she was helpless to change what is.”

“What can she change?”

“I’m not sure.”

“We can each change how we choose to respond to whatever situation.”

“Would she have expressed less care if she had not shared her experience; her story?”

“Yes.”

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A simple seeker’s note to herself

I did seem to let myself get very emotionally distressed, when reading about a human tragedy so very far away from the safety of my own little home.

“What did you learn, if you learned anything, from our discussion of the young reporter’s experience and her response to it?”

“I learned that we can’t live anyone’s life but our own.”

“Yes, but you must have learned something more.”

“What?”

“What did the young writer do?”

“She shared her experience.”

“Yes, and in the sharing, what she witnessed became the awareness of all who read her report.”

“Her response to her experience?”

“Yes. We may be limited in our capacity to change the world, alone. But, if we share what we know, then we also share the responsibility of responding, with everyone with whom we share our story.”

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Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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