I heard recently the idea that those with Rhesus D Negative blood type, have alien heritage. I like the idea that I might have descended from a family of advanced blue beings. I veer towards blue rather than green, preferring Krishna's heritage to anything more reptilian. Krishna has a special place in my heart. As a young adult I would feel a little skip of joy whenever I heard the Hari Krishna's Hari Krishna-ing along Oxford Street. That we call on Krishna and Christ with homophonic words appeals to my sense of unity, a contrast to the theology of division that I grew up with – that Christianity and Hinuduism are the antithesis of each other, Christianity being "Truth" to Hinduism's "False". Whoops, the annointed one re-presents himself in the guise of the dark-skinned lover of milk maids, or perhaps it’s the blue skinned baby with the world in his throat who shows up in the stable with a blue-clad virgin. Truth has a habit of disregarding discreet religious boundaries.
Hafiz has the same idea, which is even more compelling coming from him because he writes as a medieval Persian Sufi – let's add Islam to the mix!
I am a hole in a flute
that the Christ’s breath moves through
listen to this music
I am the concert from the mouth of every creature
singing with the myriad chorus
I am a hole in a flute
that the Christ’s breath moves through
listen to this music.
I had a lover once who put me in mind of Lord Krishna. His striking dark skin, long hair and fine features were the eptiome of masculine beauty in my opinion. I had a poster of Krishna and Rada pinned above our bed – let me be Rada to your Krishna, darling! Unfortunately, it was a relationship in which neither of us played our divine roles lovingly – we were the gods that fell from grace along with Satan, who also tried his best but toppled out of heaven and now dances a divisive jig amongst Adam’s descendants.
It’s curious how Satan’s war led to banishment and separation while Krishna guided Arjuna towards enlightenment through the dharma of war. There is perplexingly two sides to everything , even whether war is justifiable, and the very double-sidedness of it all hints at the underlying unity.
This stream of consciousness started with the provocation that those whose blood is likely to reject the human baby while it grows in utero must be of alien descent, and it ends with the thought that perhaps it’s not that we are alien, but that we all, whatever hue the blood, feel alien in a world of division because we all originate from the same divine source and we’re not fully accommodated to the experience of separation and war, even though this very division might also be our awakening.
The Course in Miracles puts it like this:
This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting you , as if there were a place that called you to return, although you do not recognize the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainty you are an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again. (A Course in Miracles, Lesson 182:1-6)
I strongly identify with the image Hafiz paints of the hole in the Divine’s flute. We make of ourselves a channel, hollowed out so that we become the chamber from which the sacred music of the spheres arises.
What tool is fit for the job of fashioning the aperture so the sound that emerges is musical? If you’ve read anything I’ve written before, you know what’s coming next! The Grief Recovery Method is a toolkit for the heart, bringing the craft of forgiveness to everything that is fractured, broken, dead or lost so that your heart can sing again with the music of love, and feel itself to be home even in an alien world.
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