World chaos and death’s last stand
When the very template of reality breaks down, we know we are approaching the end of history.
It was the American existentialist psychiatrist Irvin Yalom, an avid chronicler of death, who found among his ageing clients a correlation between the fear of death and the life unlived. The greater the sense of incompletion with life, in other words, the greater the death anxiety. The present global tumult brings into focus all that feels incomplete in our lives, not in order to manage some kind of completion, but for an unmediated encounter with death itself.
Lest that sound daunting, we have already entered the shared dreaming space to root out humanity’s deepest fears and traumas, in order to set love free from its cell. We are witnessing a calibrated play between the light and the dark. This dark is the perfect screen for collective projections; this light exposes the crude and mechanical construction of cause-and-effect reality. Where one bleeds into the other, it becomes hard to differentiate between twilight and dawn. Is it the beginning or the end?
With such fear and reckless hate on worldwide display, we have been flung to the outer edges of our apparent capacity to love. Yet all is not what it seems. Just as the boundary between the personal and collective is dissolving, so is love merging with death. For as long as love remains shackled to the will to control and to the mind’s compulsion for repetition, its essential nature — our essential nature — is denied, hijacked, and derailed. These are the same repressive forces wreaking havoc with the outer world.
Baptism by fire
Belief and judgment are like a virus that adheres longer to harder surfaces. The more porous the material, the less they can cling. When we are all hard surface, we are tinder for the flame of elemental transformation. But if we become transparent, the baptism by fire does not burn. The whole world passes through us and cosmic love is unleashed. This is what it means to cast no shadow in a dying world of shadows.
We are not alone and we are not without a model. It is strange to hear the story of Christ being summarily dismissed in the same breath that Christ consciousness is elevated, as if the two were not connected. The issue, of course, is the misappropriation of the story.
The radical will of love, and therefore our souls, is to embrace the totality of life and shatter all boundaries; to accept the existence, even, of what we find repugnant, because consciousness is a borderless country and there is nowhere that love won’t go. This is death medicine. It asks what are we willing to die for, and won’t accept any variation of martyrdom. At stake is the very template of reality that pitches love and hate at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Jesus descended into the realm of the dead – the so-called “harrowing of hell” – in order to plant the cosmic seed of love at the deepest level of the collective unconscious and remove forever the stain of unworthiness. He knew the task and what was coming. That’s why he likened himself to Jonah who was in the belly of the whale for three days and nights. In the “grave of the Earth” he addressed the original mistake, the error in perception about who we are, at its source.
If awakening seems to have been a series of shocks, “insults to the ego”, then this time of seismic transmissions and unveilings serves as a stark reality check. When all that is Unreal can no longer work in shadowy obscurity — when things fall apart — all that is left is the Real.
The end of history
Symbols speak to the unconscious directly, and address patterning at their root cause. Jesus did not die for our sins, but offered his life as the template of redemption in an act of self-sacrificing generative love. By “defeating death”, Christ relieves us of our mortal fear and resolves both the horizontal and vertical planes of opposites. The myth and the man, the angel and the icon, the human and the divine, all collapse into singularity. Jesus becomes the Christ, the model for the universal human, the homo luminous of our collective dreaming and a field of original virtue itself.
Remember, it was Jesus who said that we would do “greater works” than even him. How is that possible? Because when Jesus departed from the world, Christ consciousness was released into the world. Greater is possible because we are not working alone, but as members of one vast body. The age of the martyr and the messiah is gone; the age of the teacher and guru is in its death throes.
One of the most resilient myths of the new age is that our biggest healing task — the holy grail of self-worth underpinning the law of attraction – is to love ourselves. Resistance and low self-worth get enrolled into this demeaning caricature. But we already love totally. That’s why we continue to show up, almost despite ourselves and against our abrasive wills, again and again on this awakening path. Just when it appears the final indignity has been struck, and we cannot move another inch, it is love that lifts us up and out.
This is not a love for something, and certainly not self-love, but love as the animating spirit of our minds, bodies and souls. This is the Christ within us that expresses itself as us, through us, and beyond us. God so loved the world that he sent his one and only son. That’s what this has always been about. We needn’t be so literal, easily offended, or dogmatic with half-truths. When we are willing to die for what we love, death is unveiled as the first and last frontier of life without end; and that lingering sense of incompletion is unveiled as the ending of history itself.