Quitting Facebook

by Fionn Zarubica

You want to find out who your friends are?  Quit Facebook.

Walk away and see who stays in touch.

Since I quit Facebook, I have been bombarded by Facebook corporate messages at least three times a day intended to mess with my head and outline everything I am missing.  Yet I have not gotten a lot of input from people with whom I was “friends”.

Really? Am I missing the anxiety, politics and petty disagreements?  Is that why we were in touch – albeit tenuously?

Let’s not even go into how hard it is to quit. First of all, you need to dig deep to find the link for quitting, then it takes 14 days to take effect and then if you even have the app on a device that you power up you are reconnected – and the 14 days start again.

They don’t want you to leave, they pursue you like a hot topic.

I had to remove every app…every everything.  Hoping to finally be free.  But they have continued to attempt to rout me out.

What am I missing?

So far, I can say I am missing nothing.  I have more time for interesting things, my own life for a start; and I am actually having meaningful conversations (not “likes”) with people whom I care about and who care about me.

And, since I quit Facebook, I have been deeply touched by the individuals – some unexpected – who wanted to stay in touch.

I admit, there have been those individuals who came forward from my past and brought joy and healing to my life because they entered the Facebook arena.  For this I am grateful.

One such person was Clifford Monks, a teacher of mine from Highland Hall, the first and only Waldorf School in Los Angeles.  Every year it was his joy to tell us the story of Archangel Michael making peace with the Dragon at Michaelmas – the Christian feast day of Archangel Michael.

OK, on the surface the story was quite Christolic and immersed in Western Christian traditions – thus immediately eliminating the interest of a chunk of people.  Additionally, It did not appear to represent an enlightened peace treaty between the Angel (good people) and the Dragon (bad people).  Sometimes it seemed that it was all about the might of an archangel subduing evil – or Christianity defeating the “others”.  But, if one wishes to dig in, it was so much more and arguably a bit of a high concept.  Mr. Monks, being an extraordinary storyteller and teacher, was able through the story, to reveal to us the beauty and the wisdom of finding a balance between spirit and technology.

Human as spirit | Dragon as technology | Michael as mediator

As he aged, the story evolved and became more of a story of acceptance. Deep and wisdom filled acceptance.  No longer was the Dragon, or progress, the enemy but a blessing that we have an opportunity to receive and make useful in our lives.

Clifford Monks transitioned this week.  He may not have realized what a difference he made, but he taught me a lot about courage, decency and purpose; about trust and integrity.

Without premeditation he gave me the insight to quit Facebook.  To not allow technology to dominate my passage, while still being modern.

We are all tilting with the Dragon.  We are all engaging technology and ego to the benefit or detriment of the spirit. Our choice.  Clifford Monks, a man you may never have heard of, taught those of us fortunate enough to have known him this, and it is particularly relevant today.

What we can do to be prepared to meet the Dragon, and put him to good use for the highest good of all concerned, is keep things in perspective, slow it down, let go of the urgency and establish priorities.  Know who your friends are and appreciate the gentle and humble voices that give you the key to the treasure – to  the wisdom.

Wisdom rarely comes in a flash or makes a noise to get our attention.  More often it comes quietly and compassionately through our dear and  gentle messengers.  They bring it with love, because…

Love is all that matters.

In loving memory of Clifford Monks.  Thank you Mr. Monks.  Thank you for being our gentle messenger and for the beautiful life you shared with us all here.  For now we will miss you.  We have to stay here awhile longer.  See you backstage after the show!

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