Open Heart Club

Can you remember a time when someone stepped up to show you a significant kindness, someone who didn’t owe you anything? Do you recall how it felt inside you? For me, I could feel it in my heart, as though mine and the other’s were celebrating in unison. I sensed a swell of gratitude, a warm emotion very like platonic love. I felt my personhood, softer now than before yet resilient. I felt significant as a being. A dark voice deep inside me growled that I was probably being manipulated. The other was undoubtedly gaining something. I don’t appreciate fear and doubt at every opportunity. It’s a lie that suspicions are the hallmark of maturity. A critical eye exercises thoughtful examination when the situation requires prudence to avoid being badly used. Gullibility isn’t the same as openness.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

I may have said something similar, even though I knew the person was acting on a compulsion of sorts. I knew because I had done nice things for people before, as well.  Not as many as I wish I had, perhaps more than I realized. I did what I was urged to do by my heart that cradles my wisdom. One kindness seems to sweep a moment of ugliness from the world, but I didn’t always realize I was being kind. I was simply doing what felt right. Wonder Woman had a golden rope that did her bidding. My golden rope tugged two strangers closer for that nanosecond.

To my way of thinking, the best loving gestures simply happen like a sole sunbeam ripping through a gray sky. They arrive unbidden, prepared only by rising love around us. The crustiness of the earth suddenly parts, revealing our beautiful fudge center. Recently, we’ve heard from many previously ignored voices that we have an obligation to create a better world because we can. We know what better means. We know what kinder feels like. We have more than enough evidence that love is the single greatest power on earth. As we gather, we discover that seeing increasing numbers in the diverse caring community feeds us. We watch young people being born into a different mindset, one that doesn’t worship material gain or old hierarchies. They aren’t afraid of change.

Love can make plants flourish. Love can draw exquisite patterns in water. Love can save lives or stiffen the resolve of frightened people. Love can vanquish false gods and artificial threats. I’ve been paying attention to predictions by spirit voices channeled by sensitive people whose gifts have been verified. Whether or not we honor the abilities of mediums such as Suzanne Giesemann, a former naval commander (THE AWAKENED WAY), or energy intuitive channelers such as Lee Harris whose spiritual contacts share glimpses of what may come (THE FUTURE HUMAN: NEW WAYS OF LIVING AND BEING ON EARTH), we’re anxious to be assured that our hopes and collective efforts to introduce a less cold-hearted, combative, mercenary world are justified. We can stand toe-to-toe against the negative forces, no matter how rich or threatening they are. Our primary job is to improve the emotional, heart quality of our own lives. Love is contagious.

I call this post The Open Heart Club because a loving community is exactly what I want to join.