Sometimes there is no evidence

Hello, Gentle Readers. I am writing to you today from the blissed-out planet of Power Intensive. The Power Intensive is a five-day journey of self-discovery run by my teacher, mentor, and good friend, Lynn Woodland (www.lynnwoodland.com), and I have been taking this journey two or three times a year since May 2005. Tonight was the second night, so the group, close-knit from the beginning, has now worked into a wonderful condition of honesty, love, and support. The group seemed to know itself before the start of the workshop, in fact. All of us knew that “Tracy” was going to be in the workshop, even though she didn’t sign up until the last minute. We also all knew that another woman, “Lorraine,” was not going to be part of the group, even though she was enrolled. We knew these things, even though we did not have any evidence to prove what we knew. Until the workshop started last night, and Tracy was there and Lorraine left before the night was over.

What I’m telling you, in my blissed-out and round-about way, is that we are all connected. I don’t claim to know any better than you what the larger force is, but I have seen and experienced enough in my own life to know that there is one. And it connects us. So, I ask you, if your right hand stabs your left hand, who suffers?

I have never killed anyone myself, but I have suffered the loss of loved ones. I have seen and touched the corpses of my family members. I have known, suffered with, and grieved over the finality of death. Rantin’ tells me that this is a minor detail. Perhaps so, in the scheme of things. Perhaps my experience is minute. Perhaps I have never known true suffering or true loss.

As I look at either possibility, however, either my knowledge of the finality of death or my ignorance of it, I can still only come to one conclusion: I cannot approve the intentional taking of a human life by another.

My desire, deep in my heart, is for everyone to dance in joy on this earth. I see that this is not currently happening; yet I know that I must do what I can to make it true. Sometimes I simply must hold the truth inside me, knowing without evidence, until the day when the joy shows up.

— Compassion is also know as Katja Amyx, and does not lay claim to extraordinary Godhood. Just the ordinary kind. She has a web site at www.katjaamyx.net.