Human Strife

[clearlyone]

During the later portions of the journey, I found myself as a child. Dark skin mostly bare. I was small, too small for my age. There was uncomfortable feeling throughout my body keeping me mostly still, frozen. It was warm, the air was dry and dusty. I was sitting on the dirt floor of my home which was one room, a tent of some cloth flapping in the open air.

My siblings, one younger, one of similar age, where within as was my mother, before me, dressed in scraps. My physical discomfort was not of primary concern to me. It was the anguish I saw in my mother's face and heart. There was one spoon of some simple food left in the bowl. Too little to divide further. There was yelling from the younger about some usual childish thing. My mother in such pain. I wanted nothing that would pain her further only wanted her relief. Forget the food.

I left her while she was crying.

During this, the child was truly myself. There was a sure sense of knowing I was not bound to this body or life situation, but certainly no conception of this life. It was this sense that I wished my mother could feel so she may find peace, somehow, even in the situation of her children starving.

Truly grateful for what has been shown to me. Peace be with you friends.

 

[Xt]

Thank you for writing this. I think these experiences are hugely valuable, we cannot ignore the situation forever, and this fundamental part of the psychedelic experience is of tremendous wealth to the well being of humanity and earth. Common sense shall prevail just as emotion cannot be ignored forever.

The challenge is to run with what we have been shown. To act upon it.