I'm very nearly drunk enough to be transcendent," calla said after a space. she was not the only psychic drinking, but she was the closest one to transcendence. persephone peered dubiously into the bottom of her own glass. in a very small voice (her voice was always small), she said sadly, "i am not drunk at all." maura offered, "it's the russian in you." "estonian,"persephone replied.
Our problem isn't that the universe isn't on our side; the problem is that too many of us numb these days, not awake to the game, or to the power of the universe that flows through our psychic veins. some of us need to stop whining. it's not like we're the first generation who faced serious challenges. but others rose to the occasion, and we need to too.
When someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing. Yet you know you exist and others like you, that this is a game with mirrors. It takes some strength of soul--and not just individual strength, but collective understanding--to resist this void, this nonbeing, into which are thrust, and to stand up, demanding to be seen and heard.
We must relinquish our passive observation of the world outside; we can open the door to the world we want. in understanding ourselves, we come to understand the world. in allowing ourselves to heal, we become the healers of the world. in praying for peace, we become bringers of peace. thus we actualize the power within us to remedy the psychic wounds of humanity.
Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.