Message in a Bottle

I was searching for a title, and for just what I wanted to say today. But I kept ignoring The Police song, Message in a Bottle, that was running through my mind. I am going to post the lyrics, because I was actually just chatting with Shaun in the car the other day and he had no idea what the song was saying (he listens to the beat and often misses the awesome lyrics). From Sting.com:

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don’t believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S…

So as you can see, this is a song about loneliness, sadness, depression. But he is not alone. Neither am I. I don’t know if that makes me happy or more sad. But it’s a stark commentary on our world. Do you ever wonder why there is so much suffering? Sickness? Death? Despair? My school of thought says that we are here to learn, like a big melting pot school where we experience a wide range of stuff from one life to another. We pass or fail our tests based on our actions and reactions. Did we “get it” in other words. Failure only means that we rinse and repeat until we do get it, even if that means in another lifetime.

But at what point is that “cruel and unusual?” Because we can’t really leave now can we? Yes, we can, but then, based on your viewpoint, it’s either all for nothing, you have to start over, burn in hell, etc. So no real incentive there as far as I can tell.

At any rate, my blog has become my own message in a bottle. Many of you have sent your own bottles back. I appreciate them, cherish them, and hold them dear to my heart. But the other part of me wonders WTF is wrong with this world and why? Why? Why?

Metaphysical teachings tell us to love, unconditionally, and without attachment. I guess maybe Christian and other teachings say much the same. We are told there is life beyond, that the soul is eternal, and that death is just an illusion. In other words, we should carry on as if nothing is amiss (it’s all an illusion remember?) and let go of the attachment. But, I don’t think that anyone who provided those messages and others – whatever belief system – could have possibly ever lost a child.

Now I don’t want to downplay other types of suffering, or even other deaths that may have affected you deeply. But let’s face it – most things CAN be “fixed.” Death cannot be “fixed.” It’s pretty fricking permanent here on planet Earth. The hole left in your heart from a death cannot be fixed. We also cannot go back in time, at least that I am aware of. So time and death…they suck a big one. We are in the midst of an experiment that is one big cruel joke. Ha ha. But really, I am not laughing.

Sending love to you all. Whatever your bottle contains, I embrace it with my own suffering. You are not alone.

Namaste and #missingerin