Humanity, we need you

This morning as I watched my daughter cycle off down the road, it suddenly occurred to me, that if anything happened to her, I wouldn’t (according to the rules) be allowed to go into the hospital.

And last night I was thinking to myself, what will she think of me, when next week all the children will sing in the school garden, and I will not be able to attend. It saddens me, and yet, of course, with my best understanding of the situation and risk versus benefit, I do it, to stay alive, to be a mother, even if all that means most days, is simply being at home, at the end of the day, to listen to my daughter tell me about her day.

It’s a strange old reality, made stranger by those who do not see the strangeness. As much as it feels painful to be an outcast, it is not a world I want to be a part of anymore. The entry price is much too expensive, and my body already paid the price of mainstream medicine. I have no cash left to spare.

 I look around at humanity. Standing in the queue outside the post office. There is a man with his mask lifted above his mouth just enough so he can smoke. I think to myself, a recurring feeling, that I feel so very disappointed in them all. I look around at the masked figures and think to myself, do I blame them? No, of course not. But I will pray that humanity awakens, before many more lives are needlessly lost.

And if one day, you find yourself, stepping outside of the program, overburdened with questions that the mainstream cannot answer. I’ll be here on the outskirts, with thoughts to share. And I know I’m not alone, it’s just that everyone is so scattered, like the points of the constellations of the night sky, spread out across the earth.

I once asked, ‘’why are we all so spread out?’’ and an answer popped into my head, that it’s to help people, to be of service. Wherever you are, there is someone near you, who would like to help.   

And that’s the funny thing about us all, the outcasts. Nobody’s going to tell you, ‘’I told you so’’ (unless they are unusually mean and smug). We’re all just here waiting, for the moment when you have questions. For that moment, when it becomes unavoidably obvious, that it doesn’t make sense. We are waiting for that moment, because it’s your questioning mind, that will save humanity. Not the government. Not Donald Trump or aliens, or some awakened spiritual ones. You, and others like you. Our human collective. We need you.