Blog: September 13, 2018

Some of my most difficult experiences have led to my greatest growth. It wasn’t until I had to face serious challenges that I began a deep exploration of my inner life. Until then I was pretty blithe. Young. Charming. Foolish. With age comes the things that simply make you grow up. And that is how I see America now. From 9/11 yesterday to Hurricane Florence today to the ubiquitous toxicity of our current political environment and more, America has a heavy heart these days. But we will grow from this time. I don’t think we will ever again be quite as cocky a nation as we used to be, but that’s not really a bad thing. There comes a time, whether you’re an individual or a country, when it’s simply time to mature. To own your mistakes, to admit your own frailty, to humble yourself and try to be better in the future. When it’s pathetic not to. I know about those things because they have been a part of my life. But I realize they’re not the things that have destroyed me, they are the things that have saved me. And they are the things that will save America too. We will in time be so much greater as a country, when we admit the ways we’re not.

Dear God,
Please bless our country
as we move move through
this difficult time.
Free us from the chains that bind us and deliver us to our better selves.
Remind us of the things
that truly make us great
And show us how to embody them. Thank you, God.
Amen

Blog: September 9, 2018

There are millions of people in America ready for a new conversation, a new vocabulary about American politics. The one we have now is rife with corruption. But it’s not just the financial corruption of our political system that’s a problem, it’s also the spiritual corruption in our hearts. We’re both outwardly and inwardly in trouble, and we have to address both if we’re going to rise up from the crisis into which we’ve descended.

We’re a nation that has become more concerned with being rich than with being good, more concerned with getting more than with being more, more concerned with what happens on the outside than on what happens on the inside, and it is killing us. Human beings were created to love each other, not to hate each other; we were created as brothers and sisters, not as enemies; and we were created to be reverent, not to be too cool to care. Those issues are at the root of our humanity, and unless we water those roots then the plant will continue to wither no matter how much we water the leaves.

A state of low-level anxiety now infuses the very air we breathe, so disconnected have we become from a sense of what’s really important and what we need to survive. Deep democratic and universal values have been handed down to us; it’s not that they’re absent from the ethers, they’re simply absent from our hearts today. And until we retrieve them, we will continue to spiral down. Love, not hate, makes America great. Until we reclaim justice, and mercy, and brotherhood, and forgiveness, and charity, and compassion as the foundations of our humanity, then our political system will continue to reflect this spiritual corruption, the way it does now. We didn’t get off track because of Donald Trump; we got Donald Trump because we got off track. He is merely a reflection of the cravenness, the moral compromise, the legitimized whoredom that we had already allowed to corrupt our society. And that hyrdra has many heads. Just defeating Donald Trump will not fundamentally fix the problem; we must defeat it in our hearts.

We must ask ourselves what democracy is, and why it matters. We must ask ourselves what it means to us personally, existentially, to consider that all people are created equal. To ask ourselves what it means that God gave all people the inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. To consider what it means that government was instituted among us to secure those rights. To resist the temptation to intellectual and emotional shallowness that define our popular culture today. To deepen. To mature. To stop playing victim all the time. To heal ourselves of the epidemic of immaturity, the chronic silliness that has us playing at life like children rather than tending to life as genuine, powerful, responsible men and women.

We need reverence and devotion toward each other, toward the children of the world, and toward the planet itself. We need reconciliation with the God of our understanding, and radical forgiveness towards each other. We need to look at ourselves and ask how we can do better, devote ourselves to our country and to our children’s children, and rise up from the ashes of our self-pre-occupation. We need desperately to evolve from “me” to “we” now. Only then will our nation rise: when we rise first.

America has gone off track, but it’s our job to correct it. Democracy gives us rights but it also gives us responsibilities, not just to receive the blessings of liberty but to tend to them in our time and bequeath them to our children. This is not about someone else. It’s about each of us. We, the people, are the only true guardians of democracy. We have a much greater purpose on this earth than just to “get what we want.”

That has always been America’s greatness: that we stood for something higher, and strove for something higher. Until we retrieve that greatness, we will continue to go down. But as soon as we do retrieve it, we will begin to miraculously rise up again. First we need to purify our hearts; then and only then will we have the power to save our country.

For Aretha Franklin

August 14, 2018
This has turned out to be a sacred night, as millions of souls are saying to others, “Did you hear that Aretha is dying?” There’s the quiet hush of a collective deathwatch, as we throw our prayers to God that they might be roses on her path. I once read that no matter how old you are, the music of your youth is the music of your soul. To say Aretha Franklin’s is the music of my soul is to vastly understate her effect upon my life. Hers was more than the music of my soul; she was in many ways the opener of my soul, a light on my path, a goddess who chanted what I could not chant and cooed what I could not coo and howled from the depths that I had not yet reached. How I remember, as a woman in my 20s, the sacred rite of opening a new Aretha album, putting it on the turntable and sitting for hours just listening. To this day, I know her phrases and notes, I have lived inside them, I remember the tears of both joy and sorrow for which they have been the soundtrack of my life. She opened me and guided me, she uplifted me and soothed me, she accompanied me and spoke for me. While I never met her, she was one of the loves of my life. To have even lived at a time when she was singing to us – for what more could anyone ask? And while I cry as I write this, it is not for her. Such preparations must be happening now, such trumpets and harps must be tuning up, such angels even now must be singing her home. How does one say thank you to such a soul as she?

Dear God,
Please bless your phenomenal daughter.
And thank you for lending her genius to us.
May she know the joy of a million smiles,
for such joy she gave to us.
Amen

Love Letter to the People of Hawaii

May 18, 2018

Dear People of Hawaii,

I know it must be frightening to live in Hawaii right now. I think of you constantly looking at the sky, checking the Internet for environmental updates, talking anxiously to friends and loved ones, telling tales and comforting your children.

I hope you realize how many of us, many miles away from you, are thinking of you as you do .

So many forces are coming up to the surface from the bottom of things, life shaking at its core, exploding with the fierce intentionality of nature. I know many of you realize Hawaii is taking a hit for all of us.

Why Hawaii? I think because Hawaii can take it.

Unknown perhaps by the media and unnoticed perhaps by many, I have no doubt how many Hawaiians are treating this occasion with reverence, weaving around it an invisible, sacred container. Honoring the Mother, respecting her as she screams, feeling the deep and archetypal messages that erupt from the soul of humanity as they erupt from the center of the earth.

Beyond the level of material science, so many ancient powers are being summoned now: through dance, through song, through prayers, through ceremony, through individual and group meditations. I see the Islands of Hawaii surrounded by extraordinary powers both unleashed and summoned by the volcanic eruptions. And every soul either native to Hawaii, or called to Hawaii, is feeling the multi-dimensional forces at work as the earth transforms itself and humanity is carried up in its thrall.

Hawaii, they say, is the heart chakra of the earth. Hers is the heartbeat not only of earth’s Mother but of all her children. She is speaking, and those with ears to hear are listening.

Dear Hawaiian brothers and sisters, those of you holding the space for the earth to do what the earth needs to do — through prayers and ritual and love — please know how many of us know that you are doing it for all of us. And we thank you.

We stand in attention and we bear witness, as you endure and navigate this stupendous hour. We know how much more is going on than is visible on our TV screens.

We salute you.
We pray for you.
We love you.
We are with you.
Carry us in your hearts with us,
as we are carrying you in ours.

May God walk with you.
May He bless you and protect you
And the earth on which you live.
Amen

xo
Marianne

Tears in Oklahoma City

February 26, 2018

I had a powerful, devastating experience earlier today. Walking into an airport café in Oklahoma City, I noticed everyone in the restaurant standing in silence, facing the same direction and looking out the window. There, right beneath us, was a drama unfolding that we all know happens but which strikes you in the gut nonetheless when you see it happening in real time.

The soldiers were lined up outside the hearse. The family was waiting in the shuttle. The doors of the plane opened, finally the flag-draped casket emerged, and a well-choreographed ballet of pain took place for all to see. His (or her) mother, held up by a caring male at her side (husband, father, brother?), brothers and sisters, walking over to the hearse; the crying beginning – among them, among us – the mother kneeling at the hearse, the military pallbearers walking in respectful formation, as a profound silence and reverence prevailed among all. All of us, in that moment, both loved and grieved that soldier.

How respectful we are, once people die. How reverent we are towards life, once it has slipped from our grasp.

Slowly, as the hearse drove away — the family continuing their process of welcoming home the dead from some strange land wherever it was, to the embrace of Oklahoma — and the strangers in the restaurant all returned to our seats, to our lives. Whispers, then louder voices returned. But I don’t think anyone left the restaurant untouched. Red and Blue – and remember, this is Oklahoma – we participated together in a painful American ritual today. And I doubt any of us will be quite the same.

I can only speak for myself, but I speak through tears. I will not forget that casket. I will not forget that soldier. I will not forget to pray. And I will not forget to care.

The Heart Just Wants to Go Home

December 28, 2017

The problem with the world is that we’ve lost our sense of reverence — for life, for love, for the earth, for each other, for our families, for God’s universe. We’ve lost a sense of responsibility to anything other than to ourselves, acting too often as though there’s no higher good to strive for than the satisfaction of our own desires. A consumer-driven culture exalts the idea that we can have whatever it is we want, yet that very idea seems to push farther and farther away those things that are what we really want. For what we really want, whether we know it or not, is to love and be loved. Not just to get, but to connect. Not just to participate in our own individual dramas, but to be part of a larger cause, a larger mission, a larger life than just our own.

It’s hard to push against the prevailing winds of self-centeredness today because they usually pose as something other than what they are. But somehow we’ve got to realign ourselves, and realign our culture, with the simple things that make life worth living. Too much speed, too much technology are robbing us of our life force. We have got to head back home, or we will be lost in the forrest of this suddenly all too complicated world. There is more wisdom in the silence than in the chatter, and more hope in the heart than in externalities. The mind wants this or that, but the heart just wants to go home…

America’s Historic Mission

December 15, 2017

America has a historic mission, important not only to ourselves but to all the world, relevant not only to this day and age but relevant to the ages. That mission is to stand for hope and possibility for all humanity despite whatever challenges exist.

Over the last 40 years we have forgotten our mission and we have strayed from our purpose. We have been lured into a seductive web of lesser, self-centered goals, as individuals and as a nation. But a most radical blessing bestowed upon humanity is our capacity to change; an activation of heart and mind accompany the willingness to remember. None of us are perfect, as individuals or as nations. But when we have forgotten we can remember, and when we have fallen we can rise back up.

It is time for America to rise now. It is time for America to remember. It is time for America to return to the path of our historic charge, to be a place where dreams can come true not just for some but for all, not simply for the purpose of getting anyone anything but for the purpose of glorifying what is possible on this earth during the time that we are here.

Some of us see this as a charge from God. Some of us see this as an ethical responsibility to our children and our children’s children. Some of us see this as simply a better way to live our lives. From whatever angle we approach the idea, let us return to America’s soulful purpose as a servant to and beacon of human possibility. That alone is the light of democracy, the inextinguishable torch within all our hearts. Let us again become the home of the brave, dedicating our lives to that which we have learned most painfully can never ever be taken for granted: that this be a land of the free.

Whether it be external chains of slavery or economic servitude, or internal chains of narcissism and greed, may all the chains be broken now that would delay our return to a path of greater destiny. It is time now for America to course-correct. We have done it before and now, in our time, we are preparing to do it again. We have fallen but we are going to rise.

Hopelessness Versus Joy This Holiday Season

December 13, 2017

It would be easy to slip into hopelessness now, to resign ourselves to the idea that the concentrated assaults on everything from the planet to our democracy have succeeded to such a degree that it’s no longer possible to stop them.

Yet it is exactly that hopelessness we must resist now, even more than we must resist the forces that seem so intent on bringing us down. Our hopelessness is only called for if in fact miracles are not possible, and because they are, there is no cause for hopelessness.

THAT is the meaning of Christmas. (And Hannukah too!)

Hope springs eternal because life springs eternal, and life abounds with possibility. We have within us the capacity to change things, but only if we are willing to change ourselves. We have written the human story that now unfolds in front of us, and the only way we can change the story is if we are willing to rewrite it.

Are we willing to go from ego to Spirit, from faithlessness to faith, from body delusion to the Christ within?
As this year falls away, let’s begin the process of dissolving a worn-out story. Humanity is so weary now. All of us, to some degree, have been co-creators of the story we are living in now now, and all of us are needed to rewrite it. We need to atone for our heartlessness and arrogance, treat with mercy those who have trespassed against us, and get to work on cleaning up the mess and re-creating the world.

This new world cannot be forced, any more than it can be rationally calculated; it can only be invoked into expression by the deepest kind of reverance. Invocation is the priest and priestess’ task, and that is what all of us are being called to be right now.

When I was a little girl, I used to ask God what I was supposed to be when I grew up. I would always see the word “priest” in my mind but I thought it was weird…obviously impossible, because Jews don’t have priests. When I grew I realized that in the Old Testament indeed they did, and even more importantly, metaphysically a priest is anyone who invokes into expression the unlimited possibilities that emerge from the field of ultimate Reality. All of us are recruits for the new priesthood, no matter what we do, needed to invoke into expression the unlimited possibilities inherent in the Mind of God. These possibilities remain un-manifest until we have the courage to invoke them.

Like ancient priestesses at Delphi, let us summon all our powers of multi-dimensional knowing, emerge from the narrow and shallow casing of a mechanistic worldview, throw off the chains of a rationalistic approach to life, and remember we are co-creators of our future. We are not victims here; we’re merely reaping what we’ve sowed. And we can sow anew. We are here to create the good, the true, and the beautiful, and anything less than that is short of our purpose and our mission in this life.

Each of us endowed with an internal guidance system, and if we ask within what we’re to do, we’ll be guided. We will be told what to do and we will be told how to do it. We will be led to each other and we will collaborate in miraculous ways. We will dwell within the golden Light of a higher kind of knowing. We will know, and we will do. Let this be the realization that lights our way this holiday season.

Like the Maccabee’s who miraculously found that they had enough oil to keep the lights burning for eight nights and nine days, and Mary giving birth to a newborn child who has the power within Him to bring forth a new world, may all of us this holiday season find in ourselves, and in our God, unlimited possibilities to redeem ourselves and recreate the world.

Sexual Violation and the Times in Which We Live

November 22, 2017

Who among us has not been reviewing our sexual past these last few weeks.

You have been, right? #metoo

It’s made me realize that more than anything else this Thanksgiving , I’m thankful to the men who have been kind to me. Who respected me. Who said, when shadows from the past came upon us, “Marianne, I am not that guy.” With so many sexual shadows in our society being uncovered these days – an uncovering being done because it must be done – it feels important to remember as well the men who are not that guy.

It is not just the traumatic events of our lives but also the events that surround them and come after them, that determine how they influence our lives going forward. I have been through some rotten events in my life and assault was one of them. But the tears I cry now when I think of those things are not for the pain that was inflicted upon me, but rather gratitude to those who helped me live through it…survive, and so much more. Some were women, and some were men.

It was in the middle of the night in 1967, when I was seventeen years old, that a young man took two doors in our house off their hinges, made his way to my bedroom, and sprang like a cat from a crawled position at my bedroom door to land right on top of me as I lay in my bed on the other side of the room. I had heard the door slowly open; I remember lifting my head up and saying, “Mommy?”

No, it was not Mommy.

What occurred afterward is not something I want to write about. But I understand the trauma many women are describing today. I understand the tears and I understand the fear. I also understand that through the grace of God each one of them can and will have a wonderful life ahead of her. “God Himself will wipe away all tears” is one of the most powerful sentences in the Bible, or anywhere.

I did not grow up at a time where you were taught to just stuff your painful feelings, no. I was encouraged to feel them and work through them. But I was also taught that such a painful situation was just one thing that would happen in my life — that it would affect me but not define me. I look at that situation as having increased my capacity to understand and feel compassion for others. And for that I am grateful.

In 1993, I published a book called ILLUMINATA. I remembered over the last few days that I wrote in that book about Sexual Violation. I include it here:

Sexual Violation

There is a category of sex that is very dark. I mean rape, incest, molestation, abuse of any number of varieties, centered around sex, then lodged like a knife in people’s souls. It is now more pervasive, more of an issue in American society, than anyone would have imagined or predicted twenty years ago. Millions of people are thought to carry the burden, the vicious psychic wounding of someone somewhere having violated them sexually. Sexual abuse survivors are haunted by horrible memories, in bed and out. Their efforts to forgive can feel like the need to lift a boulder with one little finger, their access to one of the most beautiful human energies having been sullied and damaged and grossly misused.

They are here among us and their tears run deep. Sexual abuse is an obscene betrayal. It is such a sign of the insanity of our times that anyone would touch a child, yet many people do; that anyone would rape, yet some people do; that anyone would have to suffer such a terrible transgression, yet many people have and do.

Dear God,
Please help me to heal in the area of sex.
I feel so wounded, so damaged, betrayed by those
I thought were here to love me and protect me.
No words can say the pain I feel, when I remember the abuse I suffered.
I surrender to You my memories and my anger toward this person.
Please lift from me the burden of my resentment.
Please release me from this terrible pain.
Amen

Dear God,
I release to You this terrible wound.
I surrender to You my pain, my anger, my fear of disease, my feeling that I will never again
Have a healthy experience of sex.
Only a miracle can lift this burden from my heart.
Please send Your angels to help me and heal me.
Help me feel my body is pure and not tainted.
Help me to forgive my offender,
That peace might flood my heart.
Give me new life.
Thank you.
Amen

(Exorcism of the sexually abused to be said by a healer)

In the name of God and all His angels,
I cast out the demon left in you by this evil.
I say unto you, the force of darkness, be gone from this beloved child.
Through the power of God within us, I order you gone,
Nevermore to return or to cast your wicked energies in the direction
Of this precious child of God.
In the name of God, I command you gone.
Dear God, please bind this prayer to earth.
Thank you very much.
Amen.

— from ILLUMINATA
https://www.amazon.com/Illuminata-Return-Prayer-Marianne-Williamson/dp/1573225207/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1511377353&sr=8-1&keywords=illuminata+by+marianne+williamson

That was my offering then and it is my offering now. To those who have suffered, I send my good will. To those of you who have helped us heal, I send my thanks.

Preparing for 2018

October 18, 2017

I’ve been thinking about the year head. We have 2 1/2 months before it’s upon us, but there are a lot of things we can be sure of already.

There is no way 2018 won’t be a dramatic one. After all the stress of 2017, it would be nice to think we could have a rest. But there is no way next year is going to be restful. Politically, socially and environmentally, too much is already set up, too many questions will finally be answered, too many stress points will beg to be handled one way or the other.

But life is never just about what happens to us; it’s about who we choose to be in going through the experience. It serves us to start thinking now about who we are going to be in 2018.

Today’s Zeitgeist does not center around the drama of any of us so much as all of us. It’s not just our personal but our collective story that is playing out now, and our greatest power lies in imagining ourselves stepping up to the plate and playing our part in a great and glorious planetary renewal that is begging to occur.

It will either be that, or God help us…

If you think 2017 was hard, 2018 is going to be a doozy. A nation of wounded birds will not be able to handle this; a gargantuan swath of people for whom words like courage, contribution and responsibility mean nothing will not be able to handle the stress. Everything that’s happened till now has simply been rehearsal for the time that is just ahead.

This will not be a time for sissies. It will not be a time for whiners. It will not be a time in which any of us will be able to indulge the weaker, softer underbellies of our personality. Our communities, our country, and our world will need us to be strong and amazing and devoted and creative in ways we have never been before. And we are more ready to do that than we know, not because of anything we ourselves can take personal credit for but because of Who is alive in all of us.

We might not feel ready, but God is always ready. Inwardly, it is time to move aside now and let Him drive. There is no way that you or I, with our puny little personalities, will be able to handle the drama in 2018. But God can and will, as long as we prepare ourselves and surrender ourselves that He might use us on His behalf. The mortal mind got us into this mess, but the mortal mind can’t get us out of it.

This line from A Course in Miracles comes to mind: “Do not be concerned about your own readiness. Just be consistently aware of mine.” You might want to hold onto that. We are coming upon a time that will once again be a time that tries men’s souls. But make no mistake about it, at the deepest level we can handle this. At the deepest level, we are ready for this. And with God’s help, we got this.

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