It’s easy trying to be spiritual when things are going well.
When life is good it's not too much of a stretch to believe there is a higher power looking out for us, guiding us to bigger and better things. That the universe totally has our backs and love is all around.
But what about when things don’t go so well? What happens when we suffer setbacks or losses? When life's not playing fair?
What about when events seemingly out of our control - like Donald Trump becoming President - hit like bricks and leave us wondering what is wrong with the world?
What do spiritual seekers hold onto then?
As a newbie spirit junkie this is one aspect I already find quite challenging. And after waking up to the surprise election result on Wednesday and reading some terrifying opinion pieces in the news and devastated posts from friends around the world, I found myself feeling angry, sad, and most of all powerless.
The U.S. election result is catastrophic news for any of us who believe in progress, peace, love or even the fact that the world is fundamentally a good place. And everything I read or watched only served to plunge me deeper into doubt about life and any kind of masterplan. And wonder exactly what the hell we are all doing here anyway.
But as the day progressed a few beacons of light started to emerge. Amidst the outrage and heartbreak and suggestions of moving to Mars, there have also been calls for more love, for more compassion, more wisdom. For learning and expanding and using our energy wisely rather than jumping to condemn the voters or trying to combat disrespect with more disrespect or beat hate with yet more hate.
From spiritual gurus to mothers, healers, yoga teachers, authors, businessmen and women, journalists and even Prince Harry, there are people out there rising above fear and instead calling for peace. Showing us that reflection, grace and dignity at painful times are the only way we can ever really progress.
Love not hate. Peace not war. Action not criticism. Their messages are magical and courageous and, given chance, infectious.
Spirit Junkie Gabby Bernstein keeps it simple with affirming hashtag #theuniversehasyourback and spiritual guru Marianne Williamson's gracious 'pray for Donald' Facebook video has already received half a million views, with many comments applauding her compassion at the same time as she encourages us not to get involved in the destructive, low-level energy that is everywhere right now.
PLAY: Marianne Williamson's post-election video urges us to send love to Hilary AND Donald
Filmmaker and vocal Trump opponent Michael Moore tweeted "However this ends, that's where we begin." and many powerful publications have quoted inspiring lines from Martin Luther King Jr. and Maya Angelou, whose poem 'And Still I Rise' has now taken on a new kind of power.
I understand that for many it will feel impossible right now to take anything positive from this situation, and this post is not meant to be a solution, or a political statement, but instead a way to share some messages of faith in the future that have certainly helped me and I hope may help anyone else struggling to make sense of the world right now.
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
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