Uradiance: Placebo

The universe has no meaning or purpose other than its own playfulness. It's a placebo: a sugar pill, harmless yet full of crystal energy. It's potency is whatever we imagine might be possible, it's meaning what ever we superimpose on it. Most of our conflict and stress dissolves when we grok this simple truth. The cosmos is a placebo, and placebos work.

Here is radical freedom: we invent the meaning of the universe. Just as we attribute healing properties to a placebo pill, we attribute whatever meaning we choose to the dance of creation, healing ourselves by telling our own creation story. The story makes us feel good, makes our life meaningful, until we finally, gently let go of storytelling. Then we permit ourselves to feel good without a story. Because true joy needs no story. Joy simply is.
It's a lot less scary and less exhausting when we relax into this perception that the cosmos is just a celebration of energy, dancing in itself, renewing itself each moment, without "meaning" anything. The task of living gets simpler because we quit insisting that others adopt our narrative, our religion, our politics, our diet, our taste in books, movies, ice cream...
When we stop judging others the "meaning" of their stories, our experience of energy miraculously shifts from negative to positive. We remember that another person's story is valid for them, just as ours is valid for us, and all our stories are co-entangled threads in one vast tapestry of human hope.

What creates conflict is not the diversity of our stories, but the insistence that we must all tell the same story. People do not want to tell violent, hopeless, negative stories. They want to tell stories of courage, creativity, self-renewal, and beauty. But if I rob you of your own story, and insist that only mine is true, then I force you to tell a story of resistance, retribution, retaliation and war, which is simply your reaction to my need to be right.

So I will tell my story, as you tell yours. And we will meet in Rumi's field, out beyond right and wrong, amidst a chaos of Spring flowers, under a riot of stars, in a cosmos that needs no purpose but its own wild Wordless energy.