Getting it up for God, each other and our planet

My belief is that I am an honorable member of God’s construction team, here on a lifelong mission to help build a new world with love, laughter and forgiveness.

by Scott Grace  — 

Lately I have coached several people who were quite “dis-couraged” (removed from their courage) by the insanity, greed and destruction going down on the planet. Then throw in such things as the hurricane, climate change and personal financial woes. As such, depression and despair currently exist in epidemic proportions, and many do not have or hold much hope, excitement or vision for humanity’s present or future. I do, however.

I have discovered something that gets me bouncing out of bed in the morning without a need for caffeine and fills me with joy and enthusiasm all day long. It gets me up, inspired and ready for action — 24/7. Its potency is off the charts, and now so is mine.

It is not a pill, but rather a point of view.

My belief is that I am an honorable member of God’s construction team, here on a lifelong mission to help build a new world with love, laughter and forgiveness. That is my viewpoint and I am sticking to it. I see myself as one of the chosen people, but not because I am somehow special. We all are equally powerful, important and precious. I am chosen because I choose it. I choose to light and to be a candle, instead of cursing and complaining about the darkness.

I used to worry that I might be suffering from delusions of grandeur. Then I immersed myself in the study of A Course in Miracles, which points out, “Without you, God’s plan would be incomplete.” I now understand that I am actually recovering from delusions of powerlessness.

I once lived in New Jersey by a well-traveled road. One winter day there was a huge snowstorm, and the cars right outside my home were gridlocked for many hours, not moving an inch. This was before the days of cell phones and laptops, and the drivers had plenty of time on their hands. I left the shelter of my house to observe the variety of responses to their situation.

Some spent the entire time grumbling their grievances, stressing the stress of their missed appointments, clutching their powerless steering wheels, never accepting, always at war with their predicament. Others surrendered and got out of their cars to greet their new neighbors, making the best of things, laughing together at their shared helplessness. Children got out and played in the snow, making the blustery chaos a treasured playground.

A few people went from car to car to take orders for coffee and snacks. They braved the elements to walk a half mile up the road to the 7/11, graciously delivering the goods to their fellow stranded motorists. I noticed that those who chose to serve were enthusiastic and happy. The external temperature did not bring down their internal thermometers. They got it up for life, radiating the warmth of their love, dispelling the frigidity around them.

The day the Twin Towers went down, I was glued to the television like so many of us, trembling and weeping. Having grown up in my beloved NYC, it hit me hard. Later in the afternoon, I wrenched myself away from the small screen and tried to tune into the bigger picture.

After some moments in the silence, I heard my inner guidance say, “This event is an evolutionary quickening, bringing about an increase of both the dark and the light. Be of good courage. You came here for these times. Despite the tumult, the choice before everyone remains abundantly simple and abundantly clear — it is love or fear. The media will mostly report and distort reasons to feel fearful, supplying the drugs for those with an adrenaline habit.

“You need not go there, and do not curse those who still believe that attack will make them safe. Light your candle and find others who are illuminating the earth with love. Focus on the building of a new consciousness and a new world, even as this old one stumbles and falls. Be a stand for personal and planetary healing, and you will live in the warmth of your loving no matter how frigid the climate around you.”

This is not summer vacation time on classroom earth. The curriculum is demanding, the lessons intense. The most fearful and aggressive people seem to have the most power. Certainly they have the most volume, being given a large megaphone by the media. Fear may sell newspapers, but love is healing hearts — quietly, boldly and confidently — wherever it is chosen.

Is cheerfulness these days synonymous with denial? Are hope and optimism opiates for those with a lack of intelligence and an abundance of naivety? Will the meek really inherit the earth, and if so, where are they hiding? Ringo Starr came out with a CD called “Choose Love.” Could he be onto something, or did our beloved Ringo do too many drugs in the last millennium?

Humanity is at a fork in the road. What will we choose as a species? We have got some pretty big toys that can blow each other up in an afternoon. If we do not raise our emotional maturity to match our advances in technology, we might not be around much longer. Everybody on earth is aware of that on some level. We know the stakes are high.

It is easy to lose heart or to close the heart to protect it from the rawness of vulnerability, grief and pain. But as Yoda said to Anakin in the last Star Wars movie, “The fear of loss is a sure path to the dark side.” Anakin’s refusal to experience loss and face his grief led to the construction of Darth Vader — a black mask and an armoring around his true self.

Take heart, fellow Jedi. It is an honor to serve, and even our tears are a part of our contribution, so long as they do not come from believing we are powerless. Let us revel in what we can do. We can do small things with great love each day, letting go of any attachment to outcome. Planting the seeds and growing a dream lead to fulfillment.

It is a joy to serve God, but it is very stressful to play God.

You may have heard the story of a man who encounters a lady on the beach. She is picking up starfish one by one and throwing them back into the ocean after a storm had dumped millions of them onto the shore. Her behavior is disturbing to him, as it holds up a mirror to his feelings of impotency. “Look around you! How can you feel what you are doing matters, saving just a few, in the face of such overwhelming tragedy?” “It mattered to that one,” she replied as she happily tossed another starfish into the sea.

To curse the darkness when you could be lighting a candle (or saving a starfish) is quite a waste of vital life energy. To put it bluntly, it is time for all of us to get it up — for God, each other and our planet. It may be our darkest hour, but some of us can see dawn coming, and something truly beautiful is on the horizon — a new world waiting to be conceived and birthed. Your heat, potency, hands and heart are needed. And it is quite a pleasure to serve.

Scott Grace is an intuitive life coach who has a blast playing Santa Claus and giving away complementary 30-minute sessions. Complementary Intuitive Life Coaching with Song; 415-721-2954 or [email protected].

Reprinted from AzNetNews, Volume 31, Number 6, December 2012/January 2013.