Now: What’s Next?

All sense of what we call normal, as in habitual, is fast disappearing. On social media platforms people from every nook of the world share their views and feelings, pontifications, rants and  fears, alongside a constant flurry of videos offering help and guidance, ranging from spiritual, to meditation methods, Ascension (aka moving from third to fifth dimension) to planetary disruptions (astrology), plus a Heinz variety of what the pandemic is or isn’t. The earth has cracked open like a walnut, revealing the mechanisms of a vast unfathomable brain at war with itself. The divide is becoming bigger by the day. Look down through the crack and the chasm is as bottomless as deepest space. Is this the end of the world as we have come to know it?

We hold Earth in our hands. We have diced with it and thrown it up in the air again and again… Where will the pieces land and what numbers will we get this time? Do we advance, step back, win, lose?  In truth, hasn’t it been like this from the first syllable of recorded time?  In essence Life is a game of chance, an adventure, a struggle, a road trip that each of us has taken from the dawning of individuation to the climax of now. We stand at the crossroads asking the question of ourselves: Where do we go from here? What’s next?

My thoughts make a coded rhythm on the keyboard and, as if by magic, appear on the screen in front of me; thoughts from a mind whose own sense of perspective has become scrambled. Not that I see this as a bad thing. It’s a process that is a part of being human. As I look into the chasm of our broken world, the phrase, “the darkest hour is just before dawn”, springs to mind.  New beginnings start when the old expires. It is hard to see because we are so busy fumbling about in the dark for something known to make us feel safe. But is it possible to let go of all past ideas and just be present to the unknown? In the fields of spirituality, meditation, mindfulness, presence, whatever the practice, aren’t we invited to live in the ubiquitous “now”? But how many of us really do that? We have a concept of the now as something solid, something known. But it isn’t. Now is full of unknown potential and what’s next is yet to be born.

Amidst the doubt and uncertainty, the breaking down of the old, is it possible to let go of our fears of change? Whatever we have been asked to do by governing bodies, we can still, as individuals, be present to or own being, the world that is inside us and not “out there”. If we invite harmony and rest into ourselves, however disorderly external events appear, we may have a chance of finding a sense of peace in our own personal now. And then, even though we may not be able to physically hold somebody else’s hand, we can join together in a sense of communality that is freely available in every moment above the battlefield of the story. The future is as much a foreign country as the past.