What if we need the void?

As I see it, we have a void in us.
We can fear that void.
Or being friends with it.
When we don’t explore it, fear lingers. And we even try to ignore the presence of the void.

I also see a lot of manouevres done to make the void invisible. We buy things. We fear things. We want to be seen, have statues, have a good reputation. We want to count somehow. We play games. We invent a false light, and call that success, or freedom, or fame, or wealth.

Sometimes it feels like a shadow game. That this couldn’t be real. Yet it plays out all the time. We steer towards the false light. We strive for something unreachable. Sometimes it almost feels like it’s a strive for immortality, or at least for being vaccinated towards weakness and being poor, being seen as tawdry or un-countable.

And then this vision comes.

I see a lot of people standing in a circle around the void they don’t observe. They stand in front of the ”light”, the false light. And they sort of worship it like a good, like something divine. To buy things and status on this false altar of light. This altar that slowly melts our home down, the altar and the worships that rapes Mother Earth.

And people are sort of cheering while doing it. Like it’s good to have a new Rolex. Or a new iPhone. And what they run from is the void, the one they are at, but don’t see. And it’s like they walk closer towards the light, it’s like they think they could touch the sun. And thet don’t notice that they start to burn or melt, and that all this is an illusion.

Can’t buy me love, as Beatles sang a million years ago.

And sometimes I cry, I am filled with sadness, and sometimes there is a rage. How come we are fooled to believe that happiness is created by a new watch or a diamond ring? That which is, for real, is worth so little. And it’s like they risk to create another sort of void inside of them. The imposter syndrome might birth from here. The fear deepens, and with the fear comes all sorts of shit, and fear might be so demanding that we start too medicate to feel happy… all to avoid reality.

And I see this marsh towards the “light”, that people are blinded by it, fooled by it.

It’s like walking into the sun. Into the death. Into annihilate the possibilities to live on this planet. Because we think we need the false light.

What if what is true is the void? What if we could uncover the false light and see and choose the void instead, and see the beauty in there. To see what we really need.

Maybe we could stand there holding hands around the void and feel each other, feel the connection, and see the void for what it is… The depths of it. The richness of it. The being-ness of it.

I don’t know what birthed this vision. It’s like the takers have created a world that really is about taking, while the leavers are more about sharing. And the takers have fooled us to search the false light, and not the depths of the void.

As we stand there, I here the sounds from the voids. It’s like ancient chanting. Ancient celebrating. Ancient knowing that we need togetherness, compassion and not competition and striving towards more money.

I’ve always had enough money, without being really wealthy. I have learned to live with little expenses. And I like that capacity. And I consider myself generous. Gifting a lot. A lot.

And, to put a little drop of poison in the chalice. There are some people who talks about the gifting economy, like they are holding up a torch of light, trying to fool us that it’s about gifting, when it’s in fact, like the Emperors new cloths… it’s sort of “the winner takes it all” but wrapped in words like “divine”, “abundance”, “affirmation”.