This year I’m going to wear the “crown” I’ve been given. We’re talking about the Netflix series the Crown and it’s the martini I’m high on right now. So this year I’m sticking to what I love best, which is exploring the layers of the movies that interest me. Our passion is our gift. Whatever you are interested in for no other reason than your interest is your gift. It is that which you must share for the very reason that you have no reason to get anything from it. Wear your Crown. It is your God given duty to wear the gift. you have been given, whatever it is. And we all have gifts. Everyone of us got a Xmas gift from God, and if we don’t open it and play with it, we are like the Duke of Windsor who rejected his gift and spent his whole life in regret, playing cards in Bermuda, in exile like Napoleon.
So wear you Crown, you gold gift that was given you to by God, or if you don’t like that word, your True Nature. You wear your gift, which means share your gift for no other reason than it gives you pleasure to play with it. You play with your gift, and because it’s given by God, your gift keeps on giving. God’s gift is your potential. You don’t know what it is going to be unless you open the box. Shrodenger’s Cat in the Big Bang.
When you open your gift on Christmas morning—every moment is Christmas morning in God’s time—you open the Christ Child in your heart, the child of potential and wonder and growth. So here I’m pulling apart the cotton ball of the Crown…I don’t know what the Crown means, so I ask it to reveal itself to me.
“Wear the Crown” is my interpretation of the Netflix The Crown. Wear what is given to you. We are all given conditions to work with: health, body, circumstance, position, you name it, all is given. This is our Crown, in the same way the royal family is given the gifts of royalty. But we are all royalty. Watching the series you realize that being a royal is not guarantee of happiness. The crown also brings the weight of great misery. You can’t even dress yourself. Being a king or queen is like being separated from your body. You have servants as your extended body….oh, wait..
Our marvelous technology today is a material replication of the royals servants. The average middle class person is treated as royalty by the technology you can afford. Where you use to crank something, you now push a button. Everywhere the intention is to remove us from the burden of our physical bodies. In the future we can just all sit on our throne and operate the world with one finger. The promised land is not so promising when you look at the Crown.
In our world only brides get treated as the Queen for a few hours. But for the Queen, it’s everyday the ceremony.
We all ask the question at some point in our lives: What is my role. What is my purpose. What is my service. Our life defines how we answer that question, which is always a comeback question, one that drives us to evolve. There seems to be no end to this question because the purpose of our life is to evolve, to transcend our roles. A role without a question becomes a ritual. The great problem is to—given that me must accept roles in life—how do we enliven our roles. How do we give them flesh and blood? Life is ritual. We live in routines at work and at home. How do we keep our selves fresh and alive in our given routines? We can’t escape routines and patterns because life functions in patterns. And the conditions of our historical moment determines what routines and patterns are available to us. As the Crown points out, even the routine of being Queen is a tremendous bore.