Collective consciousness and the somatic being

I howled like a broken wolf yesterday as I thought of all the children who have been killed, all the parents that have been lost and all the dreams that have been brought to dust. I held my baby close to my heart as I counted my blessings and wished her to be protected from human hatred and sickness of the mind. I looked at her sparkly eyes filled with joy and I envied her not being hooked yet on the collective web of human consciousness.

I have been in touch with so many friends from around the world, Arabs and non-Arabs and their bodies have been expressing so much pain more than their words could describe. My patients, who live in a privileged country with a solid economy, have been reporting a significant drop in their ability to focus on daily tasks and a rise in panic attacks. People around the world are sharing somatic symptoms such as chest pain, confusion, a constant need to cry, generalized pain, a lack of appetite, loss of motivation and the list goes on…

Yemen is starving, Syria is dismenbered, Artsakh is dissolved, Ukraine is being torn and Palestine has seen more horrors that no individual or collective consciousness can truly inhale or digest. The giants of the world keep fighting, stomping over minuscule and insignificant human lives.

Humanity keeps sabotaging itself, killing its kin, in the name of power. As an Arab, I’ve been bullied and called names, I’ve been disrespected and ignored and my grandmother too and her mother before her. I hold in my genome the heavy weight of occupation, starvation, supremacy and war and my body reacts to social injustice in ways that I cannot even paint in words.

People are exhausted and they’re trying to avoid pain by avoiding the news but this does not make the reality of things go away.  The network you are connected on is way older than the internet and much more complex and much more intelligent. Indigenous knowledge endorses it, Descartes has tried to explain it, quantum physics is still trying hard to research it but consciousness is still a mystery however we define it, it is there, holding us all together like a protein and making us react to waves that are not necessarily ours.

The lost souls of children and their parents in all genocides throughout history and all ethnic cleansing attempts through time will keep haunting us until justice is given and until the healing happens.

A month has passed and the bombs that Gaza has seen are heavier than the nuclear bomb of 1947. Around 9000 human souls have been lost on both sides with no political achievement, not a single one. People keep rising flags and marching but no one seems to listen. Under the table and in dark corners, money speaks with a louder voice. I have tried to reach out for support but the masses are in some sort of an anxious freeze state, fearing to lose their privileges if they spoke up. A child is a child in disregard of every other insignificant earthly detail.

Today again, I dragged my chest pain with me as I said goodbye to my child and headed to work where I had to look okay because this is what people want to believe.

If you have an Arab friend, check on them, offer them your support as they are barely standing. If you are not Arab and still feel the pain, this is natural, it is called human empathy and it could be transformed into power. Use your pain for social justice. Use your voice, rise up over fear and judgment and political manipulation.