Wednesday, August 15, 2012
The healing rains of love, and an intelligence from beyond...
How willing are we to go deeply into the lived experience of those we love, of those we care for, of those who reach out to us for help? Can we wade into the dark empty abyss of a depressed friend, a grieving mother, an anguished divorcee, an elderly man filled with tears who is finished with life and calls out for his long-departed wife as his only hope? It is so natural for us to want to help others, especially when they are suffering, hurt, confused, or experiencing profound sadness. Can we resist the temptation to fix them, to heal them, to transform them, to use our conditioned spiritualities to take them into some state other than the one they’re in? When we make the radical commitment to staying close to the “other,” we enter directly into the way they are organizing their reality, into the way they are making sense of their experience, and into the unbearable longing in their hearts. We stand back as they so intricately guide us into and through their lives and into that which moves them. We are in awe of such intelligence.
Really, what they want more than anything is to have their experience validated, to finally be met, to be recognized as an authentic person in their own right – not as someone who is “depressed” or “anxious” or who has fallen apart or who is insane. We can hold their hand and go directly into the darkness with them, willing for our hearts to be totally shattered by their suffering, finished once and for all with being separate and objective, standing outside observing it all as the detached and wise one. We can allow the other to matter so much we cry deeply with them, we join them in their sadness, we get on their side, we do whatever we can so when they look into our eyes they feel us fully with them. Perhaps for the first time, they are actually seen by another human being, their sweet precious experience is held, contained, allowed to be metabolized – not by us as individual people, but by the love that has created all, which flows through us naturally when we risk the shattering of our own heart. They know we will go *anywhere* with them, into their deepest pain, into the most shameful, darkest recesses of their heart and mind.
And arising out of this most vulnerable meeting, we rest together and behold the healing rains of love as they pour forth, interweaving between two hearts, touching us in the most human way, unlocking the secrets of love which are buried in the cells and DNA of each of our precious organs. It is not any of us who can offer the power and grace of healing, but rather the Great Other that is immediately present when we are willing to go all the way into the reality of another, and allow them to enter all the way into us. And we rest again, knowing that these healing rains which have somehow been unleashed throughout this planet originate from an intelligence and a creativity that we will never, ever, ever, know.