FREED–OM – By Janaia Hutzal – she will rise

Today, December 14, 2020, mind and matter dance in alignment when the moon crosses in front of the sun, creating a shadow over the earth. Let this be an opportunity for you to think about removing your own shadows and exercise your right to know, to see, to speak, to love, to act, to feel and to belong.


Today is the final eclipse of 2020: the year of great divide. Not only is there a division on a global level, but this division resides within neighbourhoods, families, homes and, even more concerning, within individual hearts and minds. The same hearts and minds battling with the distinction between living and being alive.


It is the first year in history where babies are born into the world unable to respond to the smiles of parents, let alone strangers, with only a wave of a distant arm belonging to weary, fearful eyes peering out above faces covered with masks of black and white.  Their development is sacrificed by the limited, yet proven, effect of touch, as they live without the snuggles and belly kisses of grandparents and extended family members.  Before toddlers can even walk, they are exposed to a regular dose of alcohol rubbed on their tiny hands by their own parents.  Our elderly are dying with no familiar hand to hold for comfort, after a lifetime of holding and helping up, trusted shakes and encouraging pats.  Those who were born around the beginning of the new millennium are now deprived of the formerly instilled importance of education; a system that has been replaced by a news media, where mockery has substituted medium. 


The talk is about resetting for equality, yet it is inequality that is being fostered; especially for those who do not have jobs that can be performed on laptops, those who cannot afford the luxury of quiet spaces to call their own to study or the worst disparity of all, those who live in homes where safety does not reside.  All, in itself, creating a world of further separation and loss of hope.  


The inability to find belonging in the greater community, to share peaceful space with strangers in meditation or congregate for a united purpose robs us of our most basic rights as human beings.  We are now forced to fight alone against our government, ruled by wealth, that has replaced our God.  


Everyone knows that a pack of dogs is more threatening than one alone. 


Our young adults should be packing their backpacks and setting out to see the world, to meet new friends in foreign lands, together encountering the true adventures of being alive.  They have been stripped of the opportunity to find common ground with those they thought they had nothing in common with; thus, leaving an even greater gap of acceptance through a lack of personal understanding of diversities and culture.  We seem to have become accustomed to children dying of overdose, depression and the diseases of yesterday – they are no longer making it to the headlines. And the forsaken mothers with no title are left to grieve alone. 

Every mother on earth responded with rage when George Floyd was murdered in front of the entire world, who watched as he took his last breath after calling for his own mother saying, “I can’t breathe.” 


The heart cannot beat strong when the masked breath has become as shallow as our lives.  The world chants as one, “black lives matter,” and yet, no individual life matters when there is an increase in loss of connection, freedom and equality.  

The word matter is derived from the Latin word mater, which translates to Mother.  Knowledge is not the forbidden evil, only the attachment to it. The dance of mind and matter.


Together we cry out for our Great Mother, whose love is the most tender and merciful of all. It is the pia, the softness and the most nurturing.  But, this should never be mistake for weakness.   
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Today, when mind and matter are finished their dance and the shadow over the earth is removed, remove your own shadows of attachment, delusion, lies, grief, shame, guilt and fear and take back your personal power to become the change that the world needs. This too shall pass and, once it does, you still won’t live forever on earth, but you just might be alive while you are here.