Sometimes it sucks to be Awake.
My niece’s wedding was last Saturday, so I spent the night at my brother’s down in Coral Springs (Florida). The next morning, after breakfast, I felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to head back “home” to Palm Bay.
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I don’t think my parents (who were also staying at my brother’s) picked up on my discomfort, but I’m almost certain that my brother did, because he kept giving me that “What’s going on?” look. Nonetheless—and not knowing why—I hopped in my truck and drove off.
As I was sitting at a light, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a tremendous and (as strange as it sounds) pure Sadness. Sadness with a capital ‘S’ type of Sadness. It was Sadness without content (if that makes any sense) and right there in traffic I started to cry uncontrollably.
It was both horrible and beautiful at the same time. I seemed to be feeling all the pain of all the people who were, at that moment, watching the 9/11 memorials. All those people recalling those terrible events, all at the same time.
It wasn’t the pain of those who had died on that day, it was the pain of all the people in the world who were watching and re-living it right that second.
It was both horrible and wonderful and heartbreaking and yet somehow pure. It was painful and it was beautiful and it was amazing and I’m not sure I ever want to go through it again.
I’ve heard some say that enlightenment is pure bliss, but I say those people are full of sh*t.
You feel everything; pure, raw, and powerfully, but—as I was telling one of my students—you don’t take these emotions personally anymore. They are something that happen inside of me. They aren’t my emotions, they are the emotions of Humanity.
The less there is of you, the more there is of Her—which also means that when She hurts, you hurt.
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