God knows how today’s post will turn out. I’m going to go with it anyway because if nothing else, I got gumption, baby and this is my bloody blog!
Yesterday a friend posted a long rambling status on Facebook. The gist of her words were this: she isn’t into God but when she needs to, she isn’t above throwing prayers (or requests) out there into the universe.
When I read this post I thought, “That is exactly what I do and how I believe.” I know I believe in something but I can’t tell you what that is. Mother Earth? Mr Universe? (No, wait that’s something else entirely). It’s not a person, it’s more a force or higher power. But is it wrong that it can’t be defined? Is it stupid to blindly believe in something you don’t fully understand?
I don’t have an answer, obviously. God and me aren’t mates but we aren’t mortal enemies either. Probably because he’s real to me in the sense Aslan in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is real (fitting as Aslan is reported to represent J.C). Or Voldemort. Or Yoda. An interesting character in an epic work of fiction, basically.
I know other people have a different view on that, which is great. This is just how I feel.
So I was already pondering this whole topic when I went to see Rogue One: A Star Wars Story and then I met a character in that and it made me think about it even more. Stay with me here!
I will not deliberately drop any spoilers below but be cautious nonetheless ‘cos I’m a dufus. *Chance of Spoilers*
Chirrut Îmwe (spoilers in that link) is a blind warrior monk and volunteer rebel, not a Jedi but a firm believer that all living things are connected through the Force. Cool, right? I so identify with this, on a much smaller scale. In short, Chirrut believes that the Force has got his back and will protect him, and if it doesn’t, that’s cool too. Not meant to be, right?
I enjoyed this character for his unwavering faith in the Force (and his kick arse moves but that’s another story). His repetitive mantra, I am one with the force, the force is with me is very powerful on the big screen. Perhaps I was over-emotional given how excited and childlike anything Star Wars makes me feel but I felt him. I felt him so hard.
I don’t have to wear a cross or pledge allegiance to an alien emperor to believe. I can put my energy back into the earth, into the Force, into kindness – into whatever it is currently answering my calls. I can do whatever the fuck I want and I can move with it as I see fit. This isn’t about religion, it’s about spirituality, and it’s a nice feeling.
This post is most likely a hot mess but I know what I mean. I hope you get me. ❤