I do my best to be very selective in the choice of news I read because every time I come across yet another display of Congress’ puppetry and Britain’s subservience, my blood pressure rises dramatically. Admittedly, I have been chipping away at my anti-Americanism, or anti-militarism to be precise, for some time now. Let me tell you this is the best spiritual practice of radical acceptance I could have treated myself to. Accepting stupidity. Not that long ago war was an art of strategy. Today, it is the least intelligent way of going about international relations, at least in the US fashion. So I educate myself on the Giant’s policies and look for clues which could convince me that what America is doing has at least a hint of logic and reason behind it. None to be seen. It is because the decisions do not originate in the Government. The strings are pulled by Federal Reserve.
So when I go within to explore what is it that actually infuriates me about the destructive, unsanctioned rampage that is going on, I find it is not the loss of individual lives. There are plenty of those lost in hunger, natural disasters, domestic violence, that comes with territory of living – Nature taking its course. But it is the destruction sent along the energetic lines of human psyche, damaging collective evolutionary chain which human spirit represents that sits in the root of my irritation. The conflicts, murder, rape, torture as well as less visible and tangible psychological, emotional abuse and rape of dignity in fact paralyse the nervous system (human body’s communication / connectivity pathways with the Universe) of 3 to 5 generations which follow the original occurrence. This entangles the collective subconscious and seeps into the land in question. How would I know?
My own ancestors experienced war on both sides of the family, some surviving the work camps – it took me nearly a decade to untangle the web of collective guilt, shame and unresolved trauma from my own essence. It is a peeling away of layers of pain that are not ours to begin with. It is a heavy, dramatic work, and it hurts. I am one of millions. All that because once upon a time Hitler decided to channel his strategic genius into destructive action. Today, war is an entertainment run by thick-skinned, thick-headed men led by greed.
” Do you recall the time, a little less than twenty-five years ago, when we took the trolley car to the Reichstag building, convinced that we could really help turn those fellows into honest democrats? How naïve we were, even as men forty years old! I can only laugh when I think about it. Neither of us realized how much more powerful is instinct compared to intelligence. We would do well to bear this in mind or the tragic errors of those days may be repeated.” Einstein to Born, 1944.
Are we any wiser? Have we understood or are oblivious to the fact the perpetration continues only in different fields and clad in more convoluted justifications. Sometimes it seems to me humanity is in regression. And if peacemakers have ever made any progress, war had always been two steps ahead.