Age Of The Cave
Well folks, it’s been a while since I posted here on my blog, but today the Divine gave me a wee nudge to get writing again when one of my neighbours asked me if I was writing much this weather! So here goes – I’ve entitled this wee post ‘The Age Of The Cave’.
Caves are strange geological features – some of us love them and some of us hate them. My good wife Zan, can’t stand them as she suffers from a measure of claustrophobia! I’m no different! Who wants to end up trapped in a dark, damp cave, gasping for what could be one’s last breath? I’ve never been a fan of big, mysterious holes in the ground or on mountainsides!
Yet, here we are presently stuck in this metaphorical cave of self isolation as instructed by those who claim to know better than us. The ‘experts’, scientific of course, tell us that it’s either the cave or the possibility of being laid six foot under, in a velvet-lined casket! But that’s a whole story in itself, one best kept for another day I reckon.
Anyway, here we are, with our freedom of movement curtailed, apart from a short daily walk, well away from others and a batch of Netflix movies to watch! Has life been reduced to this? What happened the joys of the free society, one where anything, well almost anything, goes and we partake of the multitude of little pleasures that the fast moving global marketplace provides? Suddenly, we are no longer spoilt for choice, having only the big questions in life come to visit us in our newly assigned cave.
Life in the cave is simple – the basics of food and drink have suddenly become much more important to us. Our planned vacations to exotic, or not so exotic. far away places have vanished like the clouds that pass by the window of our cheap travel jet! Our minor concerns re the comfortable nature of our lifestyle seem as nothing compared with the big questions! ‘Will I survive, and if I do, will I have any cash?’ Ego, so used to the previous easy life where we are spoilt for choice, goes into meltdown. It doesn’t like this stripping away, nay, this yanking away of all the little securities upon which we have trusted without even realising it? Like a childhood tantrum, ego thrashes around for someone to blame and makes a pretty good job of it for the possibilities are endless.
Yet, when we lie exhausted and burnt out, there is nothing we can do but lie in an emotional heap and listen. Listen to what you may ask – the daily news fuelled by fear for dramatic effect, churning out it’s convincing collage of expert advise and warnings. No, the listening we are being called to is two-fold.
Firstly, listening to our internal voices, those that demand to be heard in the cauldron of this once in a life-time lockdown. Our fears, anger, self-pity, confusion, despair all need to be given a measure of aitime by our Self. One can learn lots about what has lain under the surface consciousness of ‘normal life’ for so long – probably since the occasion of our last traumatic experiences, those repressed and pushed to the bottom of our fractured psyche for a measure of pseudo-healing. Best listen to these, perhaps one at a time, to find out more about the collective of our Shadow self. Taking note of past incidents that flash into our consciousness we will learn much about why we are the way we are.
More importantly though, is to sit in stillness once these little voices have had their say. By showering them with compassion and respect we are now in the place to listen to another, altogther different Voice – the utterances of our Source via the channel of our deep seated spirit. As we wait, the whispers of something, or rather Someone, beyond will begin to draw near – a word, a phrase, even a whole sentence will wash over us with an Otherness, that we know is not from this world of space-time. It is the Voice, cascading with compassion and reassurance that we are not facing this storm alone, that something deep within us cannot be affected, by the fear of the invisible virus, fuelled by our survival based ego.
These present times, and more than likely the times still to come, may not be easy, but in the midst of this global storm, our naked and deeply human psyche-soul, may for the first time find solace, and indeed Wisdom, from the One we so easily dismissed in the good times.
May Divine mercy visit us all, shocking us into Reality – that meeting place of God and humankind in the darkness of our present cave.
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Writer Dylan Morrison 
Thank you, I enjoyed how you presented your thoughts. It sounded, really gentle. And you are correct. It is challenging to be in this cave, but we must try to survive it, and hope for a better tomorrow. It is not easy to keep spirits up, but as you said, stillness and creating awareness sure help.