It’s my opinion that hate, and the anger that so often accompanies it, even engenders it, are secondary emotions to fear. When humans are fearful they tend to respond with hate and anger. It feels safer than being fearful, it feels more proactive. It matters not if the target of that hate and anger actually has anything to do with causing their fear. They’re afraid, they’re angry and they’ll rationalize that fear and anger onto anything "different" from themselves, anything they think they can "conquer" and therefore make themselves "safe."
There’s much being said on social media right now, about mass shootings, about children who have been hurt, killed, or maybe put in positions of those things happening. And there is much said about parents who “let” their children get into those positions. The same dynamic is at play here, that if I criticize those parents, if I can prove they’re somehow at fault, my children will be safe, my children will not be hurt.
Sometimes tragedy just happens.
I don’t believe much in fear. There are all sorts of philosophical and spiritual "preachers" who can explain that better than I. I don’t believe there’s anything to fear. Nothing can harm the core of Who and What I am. Of course, that’s a belief that can be hard to hang onto when the ego takes over but for the most part I can more or less live by it. I think when people are unsure of where their next meal will come from, when they wonder if they’ll still have a home to go to at the end of the day, all the existential things that seemingly make life worth living, they become fearful and then angry and often, hateful.
I have my own anger issues right now, over injustice and the widespread hatred of "other," and even this dam’ chronic pain issue that’s personal. I don’t know if using the anger to engender energy is the answer or somehow the reverse. I do believe that all the junk that’s going on right now around the world is the death throes of a lesser way of being and will eventually lead to a more evolved way of being. I’m just not sure I want to wait that long, if it will even be during my lifetime, or what.
There is a children’s story, by Neale Donald Walsch, called The Little Soul and the Sun, I think. It tells how very brave and evolved souls agree to be and become people and things that are hateful so other souls can learn how wonderful and loving they really are. And those brave souls ask that they’re not hated because of the parts they play in teaching the other souls their wonderfulness. I really need to remind myself of that too often these days. I don’t really hate anybody or anything as a rule, but the emotion of anger can be very close to that, as can being judgmental.
I have so much work to do on myself……