I don't much mention the mantra of heal. I use it every day. I live with a wife who's been experiencing chronic illness since the late 90s. Two out of three of my cats are stricken with illness.
Probably, wrongly, too, I see the world and my country as sick. I suggest it's wrong because the illnesses of greed, duplicity, violence and power mongering has been around as long as humanity.
I bring out heal as the mantra today because it's ten years after the great Iraq and Afghanistan commenced. I'm still angry about. I need to heal myself from it. If ever I wished for instant karma, I wished it as the war unfolded. But it seems like so many of the pundits, politicians, diplomats and businessmen who advocated that war walked off unscathed. Many seemed to profit. Their careers advanced.
So I remain angry but what good is that angry energy?
Likewise, the financial debacle that people saw coming, that lead to such swell lines as too big to fail, leaves me angry. Again, the perpetrators seemed to have been rewarded as they victimized others. Worse, they're gaming the system to damage us all more.
So I seethe with anger over their arrogance and greed, and our world's skewed administration of justice.
I go through it every day. Injustice leaps up off pages, fueling my anger. Trayvon Martin's death, now over a year old. The many mass shootings. Now the rise of rapes, and the whining about the poor rapists of Ohio, and the continual hypocrisy that we are a Christian nation and a bastion of freedom of democracy. That bastion is suffering from so many cracks....
The madness hurts.
So I sit and meditate once a day and whisper, heal.
My cats like to join me. An immobile lap is always an open invitation. That's just as well. I extend the healing mantra to them. It's odd how hot they and I become as I focus healing energy on them. We feel like molten steel to me. I don't know if something is going on or it's just my lovely imagination feeling itself. I do have a vivid imagination.
But a year after Scheckter began his medine regimen and treatments, he's finally back over 14 pounds and eating with gusto. Maybe the heal mantra helped.
And my wife's flares and pain seems to have subsided again. She's sleeping better again.
So what's the harm in trying?
Close your eyes and reach your energy out to the primeval sources. Let the word and its energy rise up and slide out, soft and warm, "Heal." If nothing else, I feel more hopeful afterward...for a while.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com