Blindsided

Just skimmed the news: Galactic crash! Watch in horror and Bill, a navy pilot, translates.

Two levels of reaction: first for the actual accident, the dead pilot’s family and the injured co-pilot. The human cost.

Then wider to man’s risk-taking, adrenalin rush. An expert says a 1 in a hundred chance of failure is too high a price to pay, But people want the risk – the flavour.

We seem to have had so many shocks lately. Last week, the shooting of the Canadian soldier guarding the tomb of the unknown warrior. Crowds lined the streets for his funeral. We were all blindsided and bereft.

Why do they feel like physical blows – and leave us winded? After 9/11 I tried to pray and all I could get was static. It feels as if there is an energetic reaction each time. We are all connected via the collective unconscious. Though we erect protective barriers between ourselves and suffering, at a deeper level we connect. The veils thin and we are for a moment no longer safe in our individual capsules, like boats charting our lives, but waves – part of an ocean. What touches you, washes over me. A deep cry of psychic mourning lets loose and we also feel the fringe.

Then the world shakes out and we face another day.

 

About UntraveledRoads

Fascinated by life, looking for answers to chronic pain and finding unexpected gifts. Interested in people, ideas, healing and humour. I am very happily married with three children and a kitten. As English born immigrants to Canada, we have family spread overseas, a daughter in South Africa and one in England. We also run a charity in South Africa to educate black, rural South African Women. Our first girl from a rural township has just graduated as an accountant from Johannesburg University and got a good job in a bank.
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