When Children Hurt People
Dear Reader:
I am writing today with a heavy heart. For the second time in a year, a group of teenagers has swarmed a homeless individual in Toronto. The last time a man was stabbed to death by a group of teenaged girls who met online and gathered from around the city, setting out with the intention to steal alcohol from a vulnerable person. This time a group of teenagers in Leslieville attacked a petite and unwell homeless woman on a streetcar, apparently chasing her for shoplifting. The last report I heard she was beaten but successfully escaped the streetcar.
I grew up in the fifties and sixties, in the east end of Toronto, near the Bluffs. I attended a small local school perched over the high shores of Lake Ontario, with massive trees in our playground. I rode my blue bike through the streets of my quiet neighbourhood. On special days my mother took me downtown to shop at the big Eaton’s store on Queen Street. No one slept on concrete sidewalks. There were no tents in the parks, no needles on the ground.
When my own children were teenagers, there were hard times. Adolescence is not an easy passage, but I know with absolute certainty in my heart, that each one of my children and every one of their many friends would have stepped in to assist an individual struggling on the street. Not one of them would have hurt a suffering soul. They would have been horrified to witness such a scene, much less take part.
What is happening to our world? Where has love, patience and tolerance gone? Have we forgotten our purpose, our hearts, our capacity to make a better world through acts of loving kindness, or even simply allowing others to live, to do the best they can?
I am not suggesting that there was no suffering in the days of my childhood, or that the history of our species is not rife with harm and hurt. No, there has always been conflict and pain, and it has often been profoundly dark. But what we see now rising to the surface of our three dimensional experience is a great and terrible cleansing. We are asked to witness, to speak up, while in our hearts we deeply allow.
We are asked to remember to love, remember to trust, remember to sing and pray.
In such moments I turn to the transmissions, to the words given to me through a language all their own, from the mystery of an expression of Source. Today I share an excerpt from a transmission called the New Earth.
May it offer solace and remind us of who we are.
Look you to history Look you to every memory of the waves of change and what you will find is when the forces of the waters rise all manner of life once hidden beneath is cast upon the shores never one never two but many So it is with human turbulence We may choose to walk one way or we may choose to walk another but never will we walk alone no matter how much we think we prefer it no matter how much we fear being exposed Some will find themselves falling in with the fighters to toss and turn and rage in response to all they have not wanted to see Some will fall with the doers the fixers and the savers busying themselves with tasks so as not to feel Some will fall with the hopeless and the afraid joining together in distractions of false revelry or consumption Some will try very hard not to see the rising waves at all to cling to the old as if there were something to hold onto even as they are washed into the sea And some will feel all of it the fear the desire to save to fight back but they will choose another way which is to rise Rise into trust Rise into experience of faith Rise into new awareness such as never before Rise into surrender to the waves of Divine expression which live beyond and beneath the catastrophic These ones will follow a different song and even as their feet feel the churning below they will turn their attention again and again to the one path before them which leads them ever higher into a world only visible to the revealed Self only seen through sacred eyes They will walk each day and night in the solitude of the questing soul but then upon occasion they will gather gather to listen gather to feel gather to pray gather to heal because their strongest knowing is that when the world shifts beneath our feet when we remain touching hand to hand heart to heart we can only discover a larger truth in the face of God reflected in a brother or sister in the reason they first agreed to be born into this human realm..
What I, one soul, can do on days such as this, is to offer the love that lives in my own heart. To reach deeper, to find what I have to give in answer to the pain of others. Our love is the most powerful force upon this Earth, as she is reborn.
Please find a way to love someone today, someone in need of care. Touch someone who may feel forgotten. Tell someone who feels isolated that they are never alone, that they are loved. Let us accept the catalyst of the shadow and grow the light, one person, one soul, one day at a time.
much love, Adi
