Wish You Were Here…
“Wish You Were Here”
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
– Pink Floyd, from the album “Wish You Were Here”
Many people know this song and it’s lyrics intimately, since Pink Floyd is unarguably one of the all-time classic – and most enduringly prolific – bands on the planet. New generations almost inevitably find their way to this band in their explorations of the music world.
The theme of these lyrics has been haunting me for a few years now…my mind’s way of bringing a deeper clarity and a new perspective to some of the weirder aspects of existing on this planet these days.
If you were to parse the rest of those lyrics, you would get the sense it was a song of not only warning (in effect: don’t let yourself get too complacent! The world needs you awake!) but also encouragement (roughly: don’t stop fighting! Never, ever give up the fight!). I guess this is another way for my soul to break through some moments of despair and discouragement, in a way cooler method than usual.
It’s a “wake-up” call. We get a LOT of those wake-up calls every day, though we may not recognize them as such. As individuals, all the way to our global society, we experience moments where we are just ambling along, so to speak, on a “comfortable” path, doing things the same old way. When suddenly! Something catastrophic happens. It seemingly slams into our lives from out of the blue, tears apart the very fabric of our day-to-day existence, and leaves us gasping and crying out for mercy.
What a hellish experience, that usually has no immediate rhyme or reason, no logic and no relief in sight. Every single one of us could recall experiencing at least one of those personal “disasters” recently, in varying degrees. And we all know that collectively, as a human race, we see those sorts of mind-blowing “wake-up” calls a lot lately.
One minute we feel we are in Heaven…we’re noticing that things are improving in the world, and the sense of unity is growing. We may even feel God with us, in whichever way we individually experience our Creator. The next minute, we are all plunged into hell.
Or so it seems…I propose that we are all growing up, so to speak, in little bits and pieces, doing our parts to not only “fight the good fight”, or fight the battle for Good in the world, but also within ourselves. Each of us has our own personal slate of issues we need and want to fix and heal.
I am no different. I am learning like everyone else, how to deal with not only my personal issues in a loving manner, but also with the daunting issues of this world’s struggle to survive through these massive growing pains. Often, it seems we are all living in a hell of our own making.
Yet have you noticed how no matter how much you WISH to assist the world in healing instantly, it just goes on and does whatever it will anyway? I truly believe God is in control. The Divine Intelligence ALWAYS knows what It is doing, and so when disaster befalls us, and seems to thrust us decades into our past, there is always a silver lining. I am learning to hold my peace. I process it within myself. I grieve, I rant privately, and then I ask for clarity. And when you ask…it is ALWAYS delivered right on time.
I am of the conviction that the only way we can fight the good fight, most of the time, is to find that inner peace as quickly after an catastrophe as we possibly can. And the most effective way to see through the fugue of fear is to ask for clarity.
In this way, we are doing a very effective healing on not only ourselves, but the world. We are quite literally microcosms of the macrocosm. Those emotions we send out into the Universe have a very tangible effect on the rest of existence. We may not have the strength at that moment of grief and fear to hold the love, but when that clarity comes, it brings with it a renewed sense of hope. That Heaven IS still here, within us. That hell is but a figment of our collective and fevered ego imaginings…merely a nightmare. Yes, some very “real” things happened to us, and it seems we “lost” something real. And so we feel cheated, abused and disowned by the very love that we had grown to rely upon.
“I Wish You Were Here”…is a personal wish, actually. When the world is going through it’s turmoil, I wish I could tuck it into my metaphorical pocket, let it scream and cry itself out, have it’s tantrum, settle down out of exhaustion, and let it gradually feel that sense of renewed comfort and unconditional, static love.
We can do this together…keep fighting for YOUR right to exist in peace, by BEING it. I’m with you on this one.