Thoughts on Charlie Kirk (11/17/25)

I was surprised at how devastated I was by the murder of Charlie Kirk. Guttural cries as ugly as I've ever heard escaped from deep inside me as I weeped in the shelter of my wife's embrace, struggling to understand how the human species could still be so terribly ignorant of our infinite potential to heal...and to harm. A part of me thought I was losing it--fragile and with an unbearable burden of awareness that something had irrevocably changed.

I'd never met Charlie Kirk, though I had heard him speak online and was impressed with how his mind works. More impressive was his authenticity. At the young age of 31, he genuinely knew who he was and what he stood for. While I imagine many reading these words felt differently, I admired both his passion as well as his willingness to challenge others to test and question and, perhaps, even learn from his beliefs.

Of course, I didn't really know Charlie. How can any of us possibly think we really know another when we're not brave enough to truly know ourselves?

Yet one bullet fired by a hopelessly turmoiled soul once again gives us this somber opportunity.

A part of us all died last week.

For some, it was the darkness inside each one of us. We saw our own shadows so strongly reflected in the news, it helped us find our stubborn light we somehow knew we had, even in our most shameful or guilty moments. Darkness took its last breaths in us before shriveling away in the peaceful light of our growing inner work.

For others, it was our heart. We stared upon the worst of man and couldn't seem to find anything we could build upon as middle ground with our own beliefs and experiences. Indoctrinated by our own demons to give our sovereignty away, we refused to look inside for the true etiology of our pain. "Other" is all we know, and without any connection to Self, our hearts withered and died in neglect.

Your thoughts and your words, along with your actions, are proof of life for which one lived.

But whichever one survived, you should realize, was up to you.

It was your choice.

Either way, a part of you died last week. All over a misunderstanding of Self.

And now there are those that miss.

while others simply cannot understand WHY...

The only person who should ever die for your freedom of speech is you. And every time someone else falls in our stead, we owe it to our personal and collective evolution to reflect on why.

Much of the world is mourning the man. If you're not among them, that's a perfectly reasonable response, but WHY not?

If you regret the life lost, but just simply hate what Charlie Kirk stood for, that's completely understandable, too, especially if you didn't personally know the man. But in the spirit of free speech, ask one of Charlie's supporters WHY they're currently reeling in devastated hope?

Charlie said, "When we stop talking, violence happens."

Please, let's keep the conversation going.

And as you keep asking why, and the conversation gets deeper and deeper and more and more personal, you learn so much about your Self, you understand there is no other. With enough honest exploration and resiliency, you ultimately find the why behind everything you've ever done motivated by either Love or Fear. You'll humbly realize the choice to go within and face what may have been hiding there was heroically made out of Love.

Then you'll have remembered your heart once again.

And that's heaven on earth.

Welcome to Christ Consciousness everyONE.

And Charlie, Bud--thank you for your divine role in our Collective Evolution.

I'll see you again, my friend.

Prove me wrong.