Oneness

I always get asked how I can talk about oneness like I really mean it… Well, it’s because I really mean it. What? We’re all one? You’re part of me and I’m part of you? We’re all part of the same thing, or worse, we are the same thing?

Alright, sounds romantic, they’ll say, if a bit hippie. Who was the hippie who came up with that love-thy-neighbour-as-thyself stuff? 🙄

How can you be at one with people who are not your nearest and dearest? Or people you don’t know? And what about people who don’t share any of your values, or your culture? With ignorants, with traitors, with idiots, with murderers, with the shallow & the superficial, with the corrupt & the abusive, with thieves, etc?

I can. Because my soul can relate to every other soul on the planet. It’s just our minds that sometimes find it hard to relate to other minds.

When we can’t relate to others, it’s just a temporary state of things. Because our minds are temporary. But our souls are not.

Some people might be dangerous. Sure. Some smell bad, some will upset you, some will try and steal from you. Sure, I’m not denying that.

But think of it as you would think of the weather. If there’s a scary storm, it doesn’t mean that you need to be scared of nature altogether, of the trees and the ladybirds, or that you need to hate that particular country you’re in when the storm hits. You can still love nature and that place, and if the weather gets really bad, you just look for shelter.

You don’t need to stand out there in the hailstorm, but you need to remember that every hailstone is made of the same wonderful, clear water that’s found in dewdrops on roses, in the sap of all trees, and that ladybirds drink.