Collapse The Universe

"The images of broken lights
Scream to me a thousand lies
Tremendous potential yet we turn to pain
And choose to collapse the universe in vain."

Yes,while taking a walk, I was listening to Across the Universe by the Beatles (the cover from the movie of the same title) on the trusty iPod, and paired with the surrounding, ubiquitous gaudy displays of tired traditions... and this is what came to mind.

People argue a lot this time of year. For reasons that predate the written mythologies of this world, this time of year has meaning for many. Yet, instead of celebrating together, sharing the positive energy we all wish to generate, we bicker endlessly, attempting to collapse the universe onto our own reasons for wanting to celebrate., condemning everyone else to the status of "being wrong, and therefore a threat."

Still, people frantically rush to increase their level of personal debt, trading imaginary money for useless crap that will either break in a year, or will be secretly loathed by its recipient, justifying this habit by calling it tradition. All the while, blinded by an illusion so strong, that even in its death throws, it continues to latch onto and skew the perception of billions.

The Christians stole Yule from the Pagans, the Atheists are skewing the image of Christmas by wanting their own displays, the Jews insist on the school recognizing Jewish holidays with as much importance as Christmas, and everybody wants to be in everybody else's face about it. Meanwhile, the banks and corporations can't stop laughing with glee. They make out like bandits, because they stole all of it from everyone.

Make no mistake. This behavior is indeed fueled by habit, and our traditions are tired. All of them. I am sick of hearing and seeing people engage in a psychic dart battle during a time that is supposed to bring joy and happiness. The poison is spreading to us all, and if you haven't noticed, we're starting to face asphyxiation from the fumes, choking on our own negative energies.

So here's an idea. Let's evolve past these traditions. All of them, and create something new. We can start by simply celebrating Joy and Love and Light, keeping our personal meanings close to our hearts, and celebrate how others too have something close to their hearts that brings them such joy, as well, whatever it may be.

Once we realize that we are all capable of such Love, perhaps we will realize that we are all indeed One.

But I can't do it alone, I need the help of everyone I love and care about to hold the idea of Love in their hearts, and realize that Love can never be achieved through enforcement of one's own perception of Love onto others. Love has to be enough. When this is realized, it spreads naturally on its own.

As the story goes, the final words Terence McKenna spoke before his consciousness became something that still remains a mystery to us all (another thing we have in common) were:

"It's all about love."

Terence McKenna was no simple mushroom munching hippie. His research and lectures were always very well substantiated, filled with as much scientific and mathematical talk as his musings on poetry and philosophy. (Listen to one of his talks before making judgement). So for him to collapse on the simple concept of Love after his lifetime of searching for answers, gives me hope that he was right. Maybe Love really is all it's about.

Anyway, that's what I'm going to meditate on during this time of year. I hope that everyone, in their own way, can help out. I think we're really in need of it right now.

If thousands of people can together agree to stampede each other in WalMart, maybe thousands of people can also agree to collapse onto Love.