The Heart Of The Human Problem

Yesterday I was so incredibly incensed by the story and report of a 15 year old school girl in Hackney who was sexually abused and totally humiliated by 2 female police officers, and a school standing by very much implicit in the crime. This crime was committed in 2020 during the heat of the trauma that was Covid-19 and the murder- one amongst many- of George Floyd.

I was ranting about it to my therapist this morning and we concluded that to have made that decision to strip search her in that objectified & humiliating fashion, the officers had to have already reduced her to a NO THING in their minds -aka adultification, a tenet in racism and hate..

As I was talking, I realised more deeply, and expressed that, people who treat other fellow human beings like this- especially a human child- acts from a corrupted, inhuman, frozen over soul. Loving caring humane human beings cannot behave like this… so, who is animal, if any one/race has to be…

My therapist reminded me that even animals feel. Apologies animals. Perhaps I should call these kinds of humans, uncivilised.

My therapist also said- words to the effects- that this inhumanity that they can dish out, so easily, without second thought, is what Desmond Tutu spoke at lengths about, especially about the apartheid that was and still is South Africa. I will check his thoughts out.

The subject was all very triggering for me being a survivor of sexual abuse, being black and a woman, being a mother, aunt, etc- being human. So I just had to write out this Matter of Heart. Someone once said, “The heart of the human problem, is the problem of the human heart.” I believe this to be true. Some folks are in serious need of Heart Transplants, also known psychologically as, Self – Transformation.

Time for change folks. We can’t be sitting on the fence like the old days, especially Post Covid. Go heal your heart if it is hardened & hard. We made for greater things! Rise Up! Our Potential for Miraculousness has already been demonstrated by other humans, so, is therefore, Possible. Come from behind the bushel, especially the fence-dwellers. Come out, Stand Up, and be counted…into the Good Fight! It’s Now 0 Clock.

Peace & Love,

Light..

This…Good for a Re-Post…

A.D.D

Earlier today I was listening to Elizabeth Lesser’s book, Marrow, and I just had to share something I read there that resonated with me. Before I do, just to share that every book I read-that I reach out to read and/or it finds me- comes when I am facing something that is challenging in my life that is calling me to further growth and self/understanding. I loved Elizabeth Lesser’s book Broken Open, which I read maybe 10 years , or so, ago. Her soul speaks to and resonates with mines in an effortless and easy way.

I chose this book, which I am going to share an excerpt from, during this time of death being so very much part of our lives and the world with the advent of Covid -19. In the midst of covid-19 and its sudden prevalence of high death rates, especially back in March and April, and having experienced the loss of loved ones losing loved ones, I felt the need to make peace, again, with death: with this twin that comes with human life, which we humans finds hard to accept and live with, let alone bare when it comes knocking. I very much wanted to find a way to quell the fear in the world and the fear in my everyday, so off I went searching for the right (now) book. Books have always been My Way: My Way to find A Way.

Okay, now to share the excerpt that Spoke to me today and Inspired me to share it here…

“It never ceases to amaze me how much we all suffer from ADD, not Attention Deficient Disorder. The ADD I am talking about is Authenticity Deficiency Disorder, a condition you will not find in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders because I made it up…

But still, it is real and like many disorders Authenticity Deficiency Disorder manifest along a spectrum…

Some of us have a mild case: we go through the day with a low grade embarrassment of being human, hesitant to show our true face with all its odd and magnificent irregularities; reluctant to look inside and do some house cleaning and get to the marrow of the self…

Others of us fall on the more serious end of the Authenticity Deficiency Disorder spectrum: our sense of inadequacy and shame is overwhelming and crippling. Serious Authenticity Deficiency Disorder can take the form of depression, anxiety, fear, isolation; it can hold us back from fully living; it can make intimacy impossible…

Most of us fall in the middle of the Authenticity Deficiency Disorder spectrum: sometimes pleased about who we are, sometimes ashamed. Sometimes clear about our paths in life; oftentimes befuddled and stuck…

In the privacy of our own nutty heads we imagine everyone else got the instruction book, but not us. Indeed, we suspect there may be something uniquely wrong with us, but we keep that insecurity to ourselves; we keep it secret…

And then we try to cover it up with all different sorts of facades and defenses that over a lifetime becomes habitual. We try to look the part of someone whose got it all together…

Depending on what we think the world wants from us, we try to sound cool, act strong, be smart. Or maybe we hide behind a macho mask, or a good girl persona. Maybe we act the good girl part when what is called for is a rebel; or maybe we act the rebel even though there is nothing to fight..

Meanwhile, back in the Marrow, our shining soul is what the world really wants…

…but we don’t believe that.

We believe the opposite: that if we look too deep or share too much our basic unacceptability would be found out…

So, we relate to each other on the surface because if we reveal too much- show our cards, we won’t be loved, or won’t be accepted , or won’t belong…

We’d be taken advantaged of, we’d be judged, and excluded…

But that is a supreme misunderstanding…”

And so Lesser goes on…

Similarly, I believe that this world and its inhabitants have a supreme case of Authenticity Deficiency Disorder…I also believe that death scares us so when we are not living an authentic life; when we are not being our authentic self. Death scares us so when we know deep inside that we are not living a life pleasing to ourselves & to our true potential. That is what we are here to do and be, not carbon copies, not what the world tells us is acceptable; not how the world pigeon box us. We are, and we have, Agency.

Isn’t that what deathbeds regrets are full of….? Life-Unlived.…woulda coulda shouldas…

As the lyrics of a song says (the name of which escapes me) Be yourself; everyone else is taken..

I had it too, and am recovering therefrom…Daring Greatly every single day to be me, simply…

Peace & Love,

Light…

P.s. Let Your Authentic Shine Bright…

The world, like never before (in our time), needs Your Light…

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