The Pull of Wholeness – Rev. Molly Rockey – Feb 1, 2015

The following are notes from Rev. Molly’s February 1, 2015 Sunday Talk,


Marking the beginning of Unity of the Oaks’ participation in

The Season for Peace & Nonviolence – Jan 30 – April 4

It is estimated that today HALF of the U.S. population will turn on and watch at least part of the Superbowl.
151.6 million People.
The game will be broadcast in 34 languages
in 232 countries and territories around the world.
40% of the viewers aren’t even football fans.
It’s estimated that consumers will spend about $5.6 BILLION on Super Bowl related items.
Its mind boggling isn’t it?
So many people focused, pouring energy, time, money into a game, men running up and down field chasing a ball.  …

The Superbowl is an example of how we are energetically UNITED.  We share this need for affiliation, so many people bonding, MILLIONS OF PEOPLE coming together today, for a sporting event.
WE ARE CONNECTED in so many ways – Superbowl is just one tangible example, but there are ways we never think about that are ever so much more powerful than sports.
The water that we drink, has passed through all kinds of life forms for over 3 billion years.  It has been part of the ocean, lakes and streams.  Sipped in a cup of tea in Shanghai,  part of a watermelon, peach and pineapple. The  dew on a rose, a child’s bubble bath, swimming pool, ice and snow on Mount Kilimanjaro,  lemonade for sale at a roadside stand in Norman, Oklahoma, part of the Nile, the Amazon, the Mississippi River.
The air we breathe has been in circulation for around 2 billion years — filtered by Redwood trees, shifting over the Sahara desert, through a baby’s first breath, a lion’s roar, through Mohammad Ali as he jumped rope, through warriors, saints, terrorists and typists.

The apple you eat today is grown from a seed that goes back to the first seed.
Soil ecologists tell us the earth is alive with billions of billions of living organisms in each tablespoon of earth.
We are sitting on land right now that the Chumash Indians lived on some 3,000 years ago.  Right here they hunted deer and rabbits, gathered acorns that fell from the valley oaks, the coastal live oaks.  They were connected to everyone of the ancestors by the stars in the night sky – each star “one of their own” who had made their transition to the heavens.
Yes, we are connected by the air, water, plants, animals, bacteria …. And by roads, history, genealogy, by what we depend on, and what we treasure, what we buy, recycle and throw away ….. We are connected.

We are born to connect. We are created to find common ground.  We are created to rely on each other.
Western culture has taught us that we are individuals.  We have been taught that competition is one of our most basic fundamental human urges.
That it is a “dog eat dog” world, that only the strong survive – be rugged, independent, on your own.
But a new scientific story is now emerging that challenges these assumptions.
The new story is that there is a bond – a connection “so integral and profound that there is no longer a clear demarcation between the end of thing and the beginning of another.”  
The new science shows us that there is an essential impulse that is best described a “will to connect” that can show up in many ways that go beyond texting and Facebook.
Our niece, Melissa, a brilliant high school drop out – who couldn’t force herself to sit in those desks one more day – who went on to the community college – on to work at a bank, and then another one – moved to a better opportunity – strategically planning her life  – received a wonderful new job offer last week.  She went to her current boss, and she clearly outlined her career goals, how her current position was not fulfilling the dream she has for herself – and she told her young boss “I am giving you two weeks’ notice.” The young boss, young man burst into tears – and so … just like that, Melissa started weeping, too.   “But I’m still leaving” she said as she dabbed her eyes.
Science says that “we understand the actions of others by simulating the entire experience in our brains via mirror neurons from a personal vantage point – as though it were happening to us.  MELISSA observed his upset and it triggered a response within her.  WE ARE CONNECTED BY OUR EMOTIONS, OUR EMPATHY.  EVEN OBSERVING SOMEONE IN PAIN STIRS UP A RESPONSE, a connection IN US.
We are connected by the cycles of life…..Every living thing has not only daily rhythms, but also bi-weekly, weekly and even yearly cycles.
Humans have cycles in pulse and blood pressure, body temperature, blood clotting, variability of heart rate and most other function of the human body all ebb and flow according to a predictable timetable.

Franz Halberg was a scientist and one of the founders of modern chronobiology.
Chronobiology is a field of biology that examines cyclic phenomena in living organisms and their adaptation to solar and lunar-related rhythms –  These cycles are known as biological rhythms.
From Page 40 in The Bond: “The sphere of influence on our biology does not end with our immediate environment or even the Earth itself, but extends to the outer reaches of the cosmos.

Just as the sun affects… so does the moon.  Anyone who works with the public, and especially at night, can tell you the “full moon stories” – I remember working the midnight shift down at LAX – you could feel the moon rise by the anxiety level of people – crazy stuff went on!
The world’s oceans are affected by the moon cycles – and so are we. Humans are made of up about 73% water – so when I sit at the edge of the Pacific Ocean I meditate on the action of the waves and feel the pull of the ocean, match my breath with the in and out – become one with the ocean – water meeting water – and I feel WHOLE as part of the ocean.  I need, I require for my health, regular trips to the ocean – the wave action feels like soul cleansing.
We are so connected to water – one of the cycles of life.

LAST NIGHT on ALL THINGS CONSIDERED a poet told about an adventure : Jynne Dilling Martin spent six weeks, living in Antarctica.  It was an amazing trip.  She describes Antarctia: Place  where scientists are pulling 800,000-year-old ice up out of a glacier and you can chip it off and drink it in your soda.
Where there are fossils from 300 million years ago when Antarctica was still in the northern hemisphere and there were forests and jungles.

Or there’s a place where subatomic particles called neutrinostraveling from 10 million light years away, from other galaxies, are falling into this ice cube trap they created, and exploding in blue light.
“To be up close, and see and taste and touch, vast ancient history or faraway places was to be confronted with a sense of time that I’ve never felt or had that kind of scale. It was so humbling.”
I think what Antarctica gave me is also what poetry gives me, and it’s space and time not to be so busy, anxious, self-consumed, that we don’t see how tiny and infinitesimal our own life is, and yet how tied it is to everything that came before, everything that will come, and everything that’s around us.

We talk a lot in Unity about the idea of ONENESS – that we are all part of the mind, the heart, the love, the life of SPIRIT, of GOD.

Science is helping us to understand, at the microscopic and cosmic levels, how we are connected to each other, to animal life, to plant life, to the soil, the sun, the winds.   

For me, there is a powerful comfort in knowing how intricately and powerfully we are connected.  That we rely on the God’s gifts of the natural world, the gift of each being we come in contact with.  Gratitude rises as we acknowledge each breath, sip of water, bit of food.
We are connected.  Life is a cycle – we are part of the circle.

From MARY OLIVER – WEST WIND – Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith

Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can’t hear

anything, I can’t see anything —
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,

nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.
And still,
every day,

the leafy fields
grow taller and thicker —
green gowns lofting up in the night,
showered with silk.

And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing —
I am deaf too
to the tick of the leaves,

the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet —
all of it
beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum.

And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirt

swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?

One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn’s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

[From West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems, by Mary Oliver. Published by Houghton Mifflin Co., Boston. Copyright 1997 by Mary Oliver.]

And now we are connected with our 4th of July corn on the cob – we see it in advance, in the kernel, the shoot, the stalk, and then the cob.
Wow! Thank you God for it ALL!
We are so grateful, and that’s the Truth.