Bear woke up this morning feeling tragically sad, almost in despair. Coming through loud and clear in his dreams and then hovering over his head like a levitating liquid mirror was a reality so painful that he gasped. He realized that it might be the case that he actually could count his friends on one hand.
He quickly went through his rolodex of “friends” and realized that although they seemed like friends, that may not be true. In fact, none of those so called friends had ever once showed up for one of his performances. Most of them didn’t even know that he was out there performing. It was as if he didn’t exist outside of their needs for his services or desires for his company. Perhaps he was just being melodramatic, but he felt such a pain in his heart over this revelation that he was literally stunned. He wondered if others out there felt this way about their friends and their lives, isolated and singing to a room of strangers?
He quickly began to dig into his karmic past looking for reasons why he was so alone. Well first, he is a bear and bears are mostly independent, isolated small family units. They do not travel in packs and they are very territorial and not entirely socially open to others. Maybe he was like that? Maybe he was denying his friends? Maybe he was making them feel uncomfortable with him? Maybe he was scaring them away?
Then he thought of his list of friends. One by one as their image showed up in his mind, he saw a reason why they should reject him. He knew it was all his fault, but he didn’t know what to do. How could he turn this around?
Feeling trapped by these emotions, Bear decided to greet the cold morning air and go on a little walk. He walked silently through the majestic fir trees and rare Siberian cypress that towered around his little house. He watched two crows screaming at each other and doing a little dance in the sky. He saw a family of bewildered looking deer standing in the mist. The deer looked at him, and as their eyes met, he felt the deer accept him. Then the deer went back to eating the grass.
He stood out in that field for some time, watching the growing light slowly swallow the hovering mist. And then, suddenly, a feeling welled up in him and he began to cry. It was as if he had pulled his own heart out and buried it in that field. His heart then began to grow into a tree and once it had matured and was strong, it looked back on him and showered him with these fruits. Once he tasted the fruits of his own tears as they washed down his face and across his lips, a magical sort of revelation flashed into his mind. It was the same everywhere.
He saw a woman crying alone in her shower, feeling isolated in her world and trying to battle her emotions in order to get ready for work. He saw a man alone in his home, clinging to his sheets and afraid to face the day and counting the moments that he had left alone in his heavenly bed. He saw scores of people sitting this morning at their desk and staring at a blank screen that signified the start of their day. He saw a woman walking down the street clinging onto her phone, desperately awaiting a call or text that would never come.
So many people hanging in the balance. Everyday we are all here together on this plane. And this is just another day.