Remembering an old love song

Life is a dream and we are long past remembering when we fell asleep.  Somewhere along the way we became lost in the mists of reality and forgot how it all began. 

We were born out of the great cosmic heartbeat and like a swarm of bees right out of the hive, we flew far and wide from our birthplace.  Maybe we knew for a very long time that we are the beautiful child of the creator of all that is.  Maybe for awhile we communed with our creator by tuning into our own little hearts, vessels into which our creator speaks from His heart.  But it seems it was a long time ago and something got lost along the way.

It felt as if our creator left us alone shipwrecked on this planet and we fell further and further away from our beginning when we all listened through our hearts to our creator and to each other.  We sang, danced, made art, wrote poetry, made love, created circles in the sand and looked up into the night sky and wondered at the mystery all around us.  But in our long sojourn here, gradually we forgot. Then, we felt alone.  We felt scared.  We felt vulnerable.  We cried out for our creator to come back to us.  We prayed and then developed rituals and rites and rules and anything else we could think of to convince our creator to help us.  

But, our creator was always there, always hearing us, always loving us, but knowing that we could only learn through our own trials and errors.  Most of all, He wanted us to keep our hearts open, even if we were breaking our own and everyone else's hearts every day.  Then, we made a great discovery.  We discovered that the one who makes the rules gets to be the boss and that feeling of power temporarily takes away the feelings of fear and vulnerability.  We discovered that within us is a power that we tapped when we stood up tall and faced our fear and took command over our life.  The mistake was we took that a whole lot too far.

Then in our global dream, we discovered our intelligence and used it to create all kinds of religions and rules to feel that big power, which really only masqueraded an even bigger fear, and used it to control everyone.  We blamed the harsh rules that controlled and dominated our heart-based human nature, imbued in us since that very first moment of birth out of the great heart beat, on our creator.  Out of our fear we imagined the first big nightmare in this dream. We imagined that our creator would punish and destroy us if we didn't obey the rules we thought He made. That first projection launched the first fear-based primitive religions.

We went too far and now everyone is living their lives in straight-jackets, unable to move to their own heart, unable to even hear their own heart, enslaved to a variety of (religious, economic, government and social) systems of domination and control.  In fact the quandry is which one do we choose to follow.  We are truly lost in this nightmare of control, based on fear and yet not remediating the original fear.

There was a love song left in our hearts to carry us onto our final destination through the mists of reality.  We were never meant to get lost and forget.  

And then one day, a true lover came along and He spoke to us about new things.  There was something in his voice.  There was something in the way he moved.  There was just something about Him and we fell in love with him, a lot of us did.  He came to help us reconnect to our hearts where we would hear that old love song again and we would know our only reason for being was to sing and dance and live in communion, in tune with, that song.

That song resounds throughout the cosmos.  It is heard by angels. If we could be still and listen to the trees, to the birds, to the sounds of the waves breaking on the shore, to the children laughing, to each other, we may begin to feel again, feel the love within our hearts.  Then, in our quietude, we may hear - really, really hear - our creator's words of love for us.  Maybe it would be a miracle if we could ever get that quiet.  But, if we did, we could wake up from the nightmare and be happy that this global dream isn't real and something so beautiful is.  We would all still be here but we wouldn't feel alone, scared, vulnerable or shipwrecked because we would hear our creator's love song for us all the time and we would know, really, really know that we are not forgotten or forsaken and are very greatly loved.