We are One

We are One

By Sarah Rose Reilly

There was one and the one wanted to know itself, so it became the many. As we evolve, we are becoming more vast, different, and yes, the same. Our DNA is more similar than not no matter what color skin we have. There is a 2-4 % difference in the DNA compared between a white and black person; therefore, there is on average a 98% match from person to person.

            There is a lyric in a Beyonce song, “If you hurt me, you hurt yourself,” this is becoming more a reality as the melting pot simmers and blends and the seasons and spices that once made our cultures, colors, and boundaries of lands on a map blend and congeal to create a new meal. A meal of yes, many flavors but still one pot, one meal—The One.

            The more I meditate and breathe rhythmically and fully from the diaphragm the more time I spend with oneness of Source, of love, of Krishna, Lakshmi, God (even God has so many names) that place that we all come from and eventually return to and then leave from again to learn more, if we so choose or need to have more experiences. This merging with Source during the quiet time before the sun rises and before the many in my house holder of a home, the pitter patter of little feet if you will, comes to life is a refuge. It is a way to plug my human back into the healing and unconditional love of the One, much like you plug your cell phone in at night to charge it.

            I too charge myself in the morning with meditation and breath work, so I may remember where I came from. To remind myself of my inherent goodness and the love that has no conditions. That we are all made from the same star dust and matter and not just humans all beings, animals, rocks, flowers, and the dirt under our feet. It is all variations of Source. It is all variation of love frequencies.

This Source I plug into in meditation doesn’t care how much money you make, what type of car you drive, or what size Lululemons you can afford. She loves you just the same, not more or less, just the same no matter what your occupation, location, zip code, sexual identification, or pronoun choice—she loves you. That brings me to the opposite of love, which is lack or fear. When we are in a place of fear or a place of lack there is a void. In this void there are no possibilities, no melding of many flavors to create a beautiful meal of diversity, life itself is tasteless.

The One is still there but you can’t see her. She is there patiently, not judging even, waiting for you to return to the light of love and all the various colors, forms, shapes, sizes, and ways that she manifests herself to make this amazing Earth that we get to live on.