I have really been feeling the evil in the world today. And it is becoming obvious to me that the evil, per se, is not new. As one obvious example, I supported our wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, even though we committed much evil. We simply lie to ourselves about it.
And that is not a dig at our troops: they did what they were asked to do. But if you REALLY ponder it, it is is a very strange thing that heavily armed men backed with unbelievable technology have been on the other side of the planet murdering men, women and children, the latter two by accident, but they are no less dead.
I could go on–I’m just trying to use ideas to give words to feelings– but what I am sitting here realizing is that the path to goodness lies through evil. What I mean by this, is that anyone who allows an unconscious or semi-conscious blindness to endure in them MUST build perceptual walls around it, and those walls make them rigid. Those walls have to be repaired, reinforced, and this breeds the habit of divided consciousness, and divided consciousness by its very nature can never perceive wholes and wholeness.
The feeling of wholeness, I think, is that of attack, when one is divided. Being split apart is something unpleasant we understand readily, but the inverse holds true: coming together means feeling a split which HAD been unconscious.
But Goodness is existing in God. God is an ocean of energy and feeling which is not and cannot be divided. We live as thin fogs in the much thicker, more real fog and water of Life, writ large.
And evil exists. This world is evil. It depends on murder. All life depends on murder. Cows eat grass, and wolves eat cows. Bacteria eat us, eventually.
To find your way home, you have to pass through this realization.