Compassion and Understanding towards others

Most people on a healing journey end up naturally aligning with a principle of doing no harm, showing compassion, and acting in kindness. It is almost like a healed person is designed to have a sense of empathy. But, natural alignment does not necessarily mean constant embodiment. 

Sure, if someone bumps into me I am not going to sweat it, if they drop something I will pick it up, I will tip my server and compliment a stranger. However, that kind of kindness is easy. When your behavioral responses to surface level interactions are aligned with kindness, it’s just automatic. 

What is difficult it’s showing compassion and understanding in the circumstances that hurt, confuse, betray, mislead, anger, disrupt and oppress you. 

And for the most part, I truly felt righteous anger was a beautiful thing. 

How dare the 1% make us struggle? How dare these regimes force us to battle? How dare the rapists and pedophiles walk amongst us?

I mean, it certainly has been established that sympathizing with those evils makes you a bad person. 

And in no way to I justify or forgive those evils, they are wrong, disturbed and unjust. 

But recently, I’ve been recognizing the weight of that disdain in my body. The anger. The resentment. That frustration. And though it seems righteous on the outside, on the inside it destroys me. 

It’s almost like my hate for the evils rots inside of me and seeps into my flesh like burning poison.

I’ve recently been learning about Jesus Christ, or rather Christ Consciousness, a topic I always acknowledged but never really connected to. See my righteous anger also was felt in regards to religious oppression and hypocrisy. Christianity allowed many evils to be enacted in the name of Christ. 

And in the things I’m learning, especially in the lost years of Jesus in which it is alleged he had traveled with yogis and to monasteries to learn yoga and meditation, is that you can speak out against the evils without letting it rot inside of you. 

See, in these untold years of Jesus, he apparently had studied in India and preached his divine messages, however, he could not believe such a spiritually focused place would have the Caste System in which people were forced into unfair societal classes. Jesus then apparently condemned the Brahmins and taught the lower classes despite laws dictating they must not learn those principles. He was chased out of India. And that wasn’t the last time either. 

In the lost years, he exemplified compassion, understanding, and love to all men while still calling out the evils in the world. He understood the people in power, the people who were corrupted with vile thoughts, were still people. They were lost in their lives and followed the darkness. 

So, he preached to them to change and find their way back to goodness, to light. And sure, he was attacked and thrown out to die in the desert, but he persisted. 

He hated their acts. Their vile contempt. Their struggle for power. Their disgusting sins. This is a part of Jesus’ story that actually makes me like him. He didn’t hate people for being wrong in their ways, he loved them enough to call them out on their bullshit. 

Now, the way things have been twisted in Christianity is disgusting. There is in no way that Jesus felt homosexuality or bodily rights with pregnancies were wrong. In fact, with the alleged reason for him traveling was to avoid marriage himself and later being close with a prostitute, it seems he was actually pretty hip to the very things Christianity demeans. 

But, I shouldn’t hate Jesus for what the people did in his name after he was gone. I should learn from his real life, not the manipulated statements people made on his behalf. 

The reality is, he was a real guy who loved all people, showed compassion, showed understanding, did not carry anger or hate in his heart, but still rebelled and called out the evils that his mislead loved ones were doing. 

And that’s the energy that liberates me from the souring weight of discontent, frustration and anger in the evils in the world. 

We were all born into little, soft bodies held and protected, but, some people were corrupted. Were taught to be heinous. To be selfish. To be unconcerned with the wellness of Earth or mankind. And that is truly sad. They live lives comforted by material gains and the concept of power because they know inside the horrors they enact, and I certainly can imagine, the fear they have to die and perhaps atone for those evils. 

So, I resist carrying hate for them. I hate what they do. I hate the things that made them treat the world the way they have. But, I love them enough to hope that they find true power and change their evil behaviors enough to stop causing mass pain. I hope they find their peace. And I hope they relinquish all the bad in hopes to find their good in the end of their life. 

- Dani 💙💚