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We watch in horror as omnipresent technology brings us to the scene of bloodthirsty vengeance and ruthless dispatch.  Children weeping beside their destroyed homes, parents howling over murdered children, desperate migrants drowning in roiling seas, the bonfire of student teachers, crawling policemen begging for mercy, journalists executed for dissenting offense, innocent civilians blown apart by helicopter and drone, the hooded beheaded with impunity.

Every week a new appalling insult to our shared humanity, sometimes every day.  The turmoil of bitter ethnic and religious rivalries.  The tower of babel collapsing under its own weight.  Ancient metaphors that still make sense.  Powers, principalities and spiritual wickedness in high places.  Nothing has changed except our ability to see it all unfolding in real time, regardless of distance.  As easily as I can communicate with a client in Australia on mystical and esoteric matters I can also see police charge the cafe and eliminate the hostage taker.  We all can.

Appalling and horrific as much of it is, it is still part of our growth.  Much of humanity can now experience the sufferings of others as their own.  And while our obsession with violence and horror in movies can desensitize us to the ‘real thing’, that real thing is never far from our consciousness.  Seeing our distant humans as neighbours in oppression and suffering certainly increases our compassion and recognition of brotherhood, and although cultural traditions and values differ greatly, the agony of loss can be universally shared and implicitly understood.

We are moving, however slowly, from the ‘us’ and ‘them’ of class, status and culture to the ‘we’ of suffering shared, all thanks to the ever watching eyes of technology, whether it be powerful and expensive cameras on airborne vehicles or cell phones swung about by teenagers.  And as more and more folk awaken to their soul’s vision and glimpse the drone vision from their traveling astral bodies and recall bits and bobs of the astral landscapes and the souls who live there, they see that not only are physical foreigners our brothers in incarnation and evolution, but the so-called dead are the living and breathing extensions of our journeys through those valleys of the shadows back to the light which beckons from the apparently beyond.