In the wake of Tuesday's painful break in our collective trance, I make the following pledges:
I will feel every feeling that surges through me without jumping to conclusions about what it means or how I should act on it.
I will pray to our Spiritual Allies, seeking their inspiration and guidance in finding the redemptions that are seeded in this tragedy.
I will lend my strength and love to the thousands of souls who have so suddenly had to make the transition from this earthly realm to the other side of the veil.
I will relentlessly steer fear in the direction of love every chance I get.
I will watch TV just enough to keep track of the official story that's being perpetrated by the hysteria-inducing mass media, but mostly I will tune in to more reliable sources: to the dreams of my 10-year-old daughter Zoe and to other deeply sensitive empathizers; to the emotion-rich intuitions of compassionate artists who use language carefully and creatively; to the meditations that sprout in me as I walk through the world, not as I sit in my room; to the Divine Intelligence that is at the diamond heart of every one of us.
I will hold open my heart and imagination to the possibility that we now stand at the cusp of a breathtaking leap forward; that for all we know, this mini-apocalypse has cracked open a hole in our crippled, shrunken reality so as to let juicy eternity pour in, healing our beleaguered souls with direct perceptions and intimate knowledge of the truth that We Are All One.
I will propose that this is a perfect moment to break through to a deeper level of understanding about who you really are and why you are here.