Sunday, March 11, 2018

The Mothers

I wrote this essay on March 28, 2013. On April 1st, 2013 I began "downloading" massive quantities of energy and information. The intensity continued for days until I became psychotic and my frantic husband called an ambulance. I ended up in the County Mental Health Facility until two friends, an MD and a therapist convinced them I was sane. We had been meeting for months in a group studying Transparent Communication with Thomas Hübl.

After five years of rebuilding my personality and integrating the onslaught of information that descended so powerfully in 2013, I feel ready to share. Assimilating this kind of information is made particularly difficult because we have no shared cultural structure that acknowledges the validity of "knowing" that doesn't involve thinking. I have studied the workings of my own mind for many years, aided by the voluminous writings on this topic by Sri Aurobindo. At the intuitive level we tap what I perceive as shared mind. If I am deeply immersed in an area of human endeavor, I tap the collective mind of people who also share my intense interest: science with other scientists, musicians with other musicians, mystics with other mystics, etc.

The Mothers

I watched two documentaries that set me thinking about how our values impact community, how we do business and how we live our personal lives. The Makers and King, viewed together, offered a powerful picture of how the shift in values changed the world profoundly. In 1960 it would have been of impossible to imagine an African American as President of the United States or to conceive of the powerful roles women now play in both business and government. But as I watched these documentaries I could feel the journey isn't over. The power of love that Dr. King invoked and the real Power of Love that mothers have championed since the beginning of time must be acknowledged and incorporated into all aspects of our lives. We cannot abandon our children, the elderly or less able while we work in the world. If we do we will soon have nowhere to come home to.  We must redefine work and we must redefine home.

We have honored the Father. Clarity, efficiency, material abundance, innovation, strength and stability are values that men and women strive to achieve. But the values of the Mother are relegated to our "spare time." They are not seen as real work. Yet without these most important values, nothing else matters. If home no longer sustainably exists, why are we doing all this?

The Mothers, throughout time, have held one role that we abandon at immense peril to our wellbeing and our Wholeness. The Mothers supported and sustained the field of love we all grew up in or suffered so incalculably without that it is hard to meaningfully engage in life. This is a love so tangible that once you experience it, you can't imagine life without it.

We cannot make life too busy to care for our children or each other. Any man or woman who holds a newborn child or the hand of a dying parent, has any doubt about what is most important in life. The bond of love trumps everything. Love is a living force, it cannot be started, it cannot be stopped. It is who we are and why we are here. Pretending love is only private and personal; while public and economic are "real life" is misguided at best, suicidal in the long term.

Love must inform and sustain every aspect of our lives. As we have honored the Father, so must we honor the Mother. Women have taken to the role of Father, but both women and men struggle to honor the Mother. Working all day, then figuring out how to feed, much less nourish each other becomes impossible to do well. This challenge appears in different forms if you are affluent and overworked or poor and underemployed, but the suffering is nearly universal and it doesn't have to be this way.