Twin Lives – A Tale of Heart

A little story: Once there were two children who lived in the inner city in  Dublin. They were twins, a boy and a girl. They had no chance in life. Even as  babies they were addicts – even before they left the womb. Their mother was  addicted to heroin. The father came and went bringing violence and abuse with  him. The children lived in squalor. They had no education, barely enough to eat,  and resorted to thieving to feed their mother’s addiction. At last they were  taken into care but nothing could change the pattern of their childhood. They  ran away and spent long periods on the streets. The boy developed his own drug  habit by the age of twelve. The girl broke away. She experienced abuse in the  guise of help and realized there was no authority under the sun she could trust.  But then as if a voice inside her had spoken she decided she would build her own  life, from the ground up. She managed, with difficulty, to  find a job and a room. After some time she took literacy classes, and  then progressed to night-school. Finally she enrolled in college and gained a  qualification. As the years passed she married, bought a house and had children.  One day she was walking over O’Connell Bridge and she saw a figure hunched  inside a sleeping bag, begging with a plastic cup in front of him. It was her  brother – her twin. He didn’t see her.

The brother never made it. He didn’t have the same opportunities. And yet  their opportunities were exactly the  same.

How is this possible? It wasn’t nature and it certainly wasn’t nurture – both  things had failed them completely. They had no chance in life. So how did one  rise up and the other didn’t?

I have no answer to this. One could look for little sociological clues or  say, perhaps, that the father had managed to spare an ounce more love for the  girl than for the boy. Somehow it feels as if you have to say something: find  some excuse for life.

I pondered over this and came up with one or two contributory elements,  apparently unrelated. The first was that, ‘You only receive what you can cope  with’. I believe this – that life gives you what you can handle, whether it  seems fair or not. It’s not a question of what you deserve but what you can cope  with. This doesn’t quite fit in, in terms of finding explanations, excuses or  justifications. Even if the shoulders are weak they carry the burden up to the  last breath. I could go on and say, the greater the heart the greater the load,  until there is a universe to bear. If a god’s own steps are slowed with the  burden he has to bear, then a human love might step in to help. I think we’re in  this position in life: that we bear the burden we can cope with in order that  the divine can carry the universe. In other words, by bearing the load – often  without any explanation or help – we perform a service for the divine in us.  Even if we don’t know there is any divine there at all.

The second element is the question of heart. In the story the girl seems to  have more ‘heart’ – in the sense of being able to lift herself up – than the  boy. Why is this? Both are like people lying on a bed of burning coals with feet  pressing them down. Why does one have the heart to get up while the other  doesn’t? This is just the original question put in a different form. Is it that  one is born with the heart while the other isn’t? We’ve already established that  both were born addicted. For me the answer is that the heart has to be given. In  this case it has to be given by the divine: the divine returns the help it has  received through the human being carrying its burden. This again brings up the  question, ‘Why does one deserve help and not the other?’

I believe the answer lies in my third element which is: Powerlessness.  Powerlessness soaks the argument out of you. It is the opposite of ‘world’. The  world is power. It has fullness, resources, opportunities. Powerlessness leaves  you like an empty, burnished bowl. It is the only time in life when it’s  justified to say that the human being is an empty vessel which has to be filled  up – when powerlessness has done its work. This is the great theme of tragedy:  catharsis. In drama the point comes when the gods say, ‘It’s done – that’s  enough’. In life it’s the same: the empty bowl can be filled with the flame of ‘heart’ which is the only real power in the world. I think this is the only  explanation why one rises up and the other doesn’t – the words, ‘It is  enough’.

All these ‘contributory elements’ aren’t explanations at all. But neither are  they excuses or justifications. Just try and find a satisfying answer to  problems like this that doesn’t include judgements or excuses for life: ‘He must  have deserved it’; ‘it was his karma’; ‘she had something in her that he  didn’t’; ‘there must have been something different that gave her a chance’. I  would personally like to find comprehensive answers that don’t impose further  burdens. Too often the feet pressing you down on the burning coals have some  connection to religion. And I like answers which belong within the spiritual  nature of the human being. To my mind those will have ‘heart’ and the chance of  personal responsibility.

However, all this circling around the question is just the way my particular  mind works. I would love to hear from anyone who has more experience or  different insights!

Jay  Landar –    About the Author:

Take a walk with author and poet Jay Landar through worlds of fantasy,  inspiration and insight. On the way you will see the people and problems of  today – the trials of the globe we all inhabit as it grows towards a new era.  Find the truth of the inner self and the gentle light it sheds on these  struggles – a light which can only grow stronger. Romance, Truth and Beauty are  the keywords of my articles. Please join me on our walk through these  worlds!

 

About Joanne Wellington

Joanne is: Author, intuitive and founder of a network of sites and blogs dedicated to helping you define, refine and achieve your grandest dreams! For empowering tips, articles and resources, visit https://joannewellington.wordpress.com/ , http://mediumsworld.wordpress.com/ and begin your transformation today! Joanne always says...I don't care how much money you make, what colour your skin is, where you live, what you drive, whether you're gay or straight, fat or thin, tall or short, beautiful or average. If you're my friend, I love you dearly, and that is ALL that counts! Positivity is free for the taking, inspiration awaits only to be recognized and confidence is always encouraged, her mission at Mediums World ,World of Inspiration is to inform, to inspire and empower people to be their best, both personally and professionally.

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