Life at the Ends - Excerpt from The Bloom-Space: Thriving In the Wake of Trauma

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So, we’ve established that you are divine dust. How sexy is that? I would recommend reminding the next person who tries you of that. There is a perception of people who engage in personal development as insufferable, so you might as well have a little fun with it. Some of us are, but our desire’s as real as anyone else’s. This brings me to my next point: if we’re all divine dust, we are all being subjected to the challenge of co-existence.


Divine dust aligns along an infinite number of spectrums, each with its own respective extremes. To place yourself on any spectrum, you must be aware of its ends and practice temperance. You will never be entirely comfortable while perched on an end. Take spirituality, for instance. One extreme requires removal from the general material world while another requires rejection of anything celestial or coincidental.


Indulge me for a moment: do you think a monk’s spiritual practice would last in the average person’s world? With material concerns? With others dedicated to different tasks? With a possible day job?


Indulge me again, pretty please: how joyful do you think people who exist entirely in the material are?


There are folks who really see it as their job to burst bubbles, to remind people of “the real.” What’s “real” in their perception is normally very narrow, very concrete, and bound by norms whose origins they’re not entirely sure of. I believe in science and I believe in spirit. I exist not at the ends, but at various points on the spectrum. There is a lack of humility in assuming that spirit isn’t real. There is a lack of humility in assuming that science isn’t real.


I’ll tell you a Quarantine Tale about this: I had a now-unemployed one-time acquaintance text me, long after the occasion of my last seeing them, and insult all things beyond science after I told them I was working very happily in holistic healing. That is audacity, arrogance, chutzpah, cajones, derring-do... shall I continue? It was rude, but rather than hold onto offense, I was really sad for them. I think I would find the world extremely bleak without its little wonders and things I can’t explain.


Rather than participate in conflict over systems of knowledge, we could simply learn. The Universe is vast and mostly unexplained. I try to use my energy in understanding and crafting my own enjoyable corner of it. I no longer allow systems of knowledge to bifurcate me. I spent such a long time alienated from my own nature, from my ancestral legacy, because I was taught it was wrong. That causes psychic rage and painful feelings of schism, both of which are always available to be sorted through.


You cannot believe in the natural and the supernatural, according to some people, despite the truth being right there in the words. They’re inextricable.


Most of the scientists we look up to are those who are genuinely curious. They’re trying to create order in the sound to understand their universe. Read about how Einstein speaks about his work, about the Universe he's trying to explain. It's reverent. I’ve met plenty of snarky scientists, the ones who gravitated toward the field because of their belief in its rigidity, its predictability; however, the great ones are humble and searching for a miracle – a replicable one, preferably.


Anyway, it’s like… weird… how many people are obsessed with the last approximately 400 years of a narrow echelon of mostly white men arguing back and forth in ways that are, arguably, masturbatory in hindsight. (What also happened in the last 400 years? Think reeeeeeally hard. Now go check the headlines.) Taking one’s opinion as definite truth and organizing systems around it seems like there could be some room for error. While I’m a proponent of crafting a personal philosophy, I have no expectation that others must follow it. The Western scientific system is a system that has historically sought to debunk and assign value, sometimes causing collateral damage in human form. So, it makes sense to examine such a system with a gimlet eye.




Thousands of years of mystics and other sciences, some of which we wouldn’t classify as “science” today, are mocked in this system. Much of that comes down to a myopia-producing arrogance: an assumption of primitiveness, a lack of interest in what other cultures value, and other forms of self-interest. It also speaks to an appalling lack of self-awareness and history. Most of our early Western scientists included subjects like “alchemy,” astrology, philosophy, etc. in their definition of science and dabbled in them all. Now, we think we know it all because science has explained a good portion of what we can perceive. We live in extremis, and it is exhausting.


We know people who look at divine dust and see…matter. In fact, you might be one of those people; perhaps you bought this book on a whim or for a laugh. That’s okay. Welcome. So, now that you’ve indulged me, let’s get back to business. At the extremes, the ends, lies danger. No-flat-earther but people who live at the ends usually have an experience, despite their best efforts, that tips them off their perch at the end.


For example, I grew up in New York City. I’ve heard many-a-tale of subway angels. "News at 11pm: Curmudgeonly agent of capitalism saved by oppressed young person from the outer boroughs, et cetera, et cetera." Does the curmudgeonly agent of capitalism magically drop their perceived vocation and devote their life to some form of earthly (or celestial) good? Unlikely; however, they become attuned to there being just a little bit more good in the world than they originally anticipated.


Your quotidian is likely different than mine because we each exist on a series of spectrums. We share the same Source and we are composed of the same organic building blocks, but we do not express this in identical ways. As I stated earlier, I’m not all love and light. I’m also not all piss and vinegar. I contain multitudes, I’m eclectic. You’ll have to forgive me; I have a wealth of Aquarius placements, so I always want to be a special snowflake. (That was fun to type, it will really upset the ASTROLOGY IS FOR THE BRAINLESS folks.) I am humbled each day when I receive my reminder that the world is a blizzard. Since we each exist on a series of spectrums, most of which we’ll never be fully aware of, we are each unique.


Infinite permutations notwithstanding, what keeps me grounded is knowing who my Highest Self is. I let her function as my lodestone. I know what I am here to do, who I am here to be, and what I would be in an ideal environment, so I’ve learned methods to get closer to that daily. If each day is a series of choices on a series of spectrums, you, Divine Dust, have boundless possibility and vast opportunities to express.


Many of us are challenged by feeling as though we have a general lack of opportunity. That’s intentional. Many of our systems are organized around a principle of scarcity. In the erroneous belief that scarcity imparts value, many of us become collateral damage. What goes first is our imagination. Once you lose imagination, it’s a lot easier to lose self-belief. A lack of self-belief will have you staring at an opportunity in confusion or turning your back on it outright. Identity is formed in liminal space, influenced by what we think of as concrete. If every barrier to opportunity were removed, would you have any sense of who you would be? Set your own boundaries and give yourself room to exist.

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