The other day someone mentioned something about the Rupert Murdoch scandal and when I told them that I was unaware of it because I no longer watch the news and really hadn’t for several years, they called me ignorant and apathetic.
10 years ago I used to voraciously follow the news. I had an insatiable appetite for educating thick-headed people about some truths as to why America went to war with Iraq. I stood on my soap box and hurled information and handled adverse commentary like Wonder Woman.
But I began to notice something in my body.
If I was still, I could actually feel my blood change. It was the strangest thing. This was well before I had ever heard of how our thoughts can actually change our cellular structure. But I could feel it. I knew the undercurrent of rage from the injustice churning inside me all the time was not healthy.
Because I felt it was MY job to educate as best as I could those whose brains had been saturated by incompetent media who were seemingly void of all journalistic integrity, I didn’t feel like I could stop.
Then, I went to see Michael Moore’s then newly released film, Fahrenheit 911. Everything in that movie, aside from 2 points, I had already known and researched. Everything. And now, he had taken it out and made it public in a big way. The movie was controversial, even debatable, but the thing with information is, once you know it, you can’t ‘un’ know it. I felt validated, heard, relieved and now, I could rest.
Right around that same time, I discovered the Daily Show with John Stewart. I say ‘discover’ because no one I knew here had ever heard of it. It used to air in Canada at such an obscure hour that I would manipulate my daughters middle of the night nursing schedule to fit his show time.
He was able to take the obscene behaviour of governments and use that as a platform to educate people through humour. I thought, now that is a heck of a lot more potent than what I had been doing. He became my sole source of news. I found his parody to be shockingly closer to truth than anything else that I had seen on the so-called news channels.
I know that not all news stations have lost journalistic integrity. Last year on a trip to Montreal I sat beside a man who was a well respected journalist with the CBC for over 30 years and was now returning from a trip to North Africa (before the uprisings) where he trained media on journalistic integrity. I asked him which news station he thought had the highest integrity. You know who he said? Al- Jazeera.
I no longer watch anything. TV time in my house is reserved for my kids who enjoy the antics of Zack and Cody. But, in the unlikely event that I were to return to watching the news again, it’s nice to know where I can go.
Now I favor meditation. I have had meditations in where I have brokered love between the Israeli and Palestinian people. Where I have helped increase the vibration of every woman in the slums and helped her tap into that place where she knows she is Magnificence regardless of the illusionary world that is presented before her. I have breathed into the spirit of child soldiers and helped them with their self-forgiveness and to see the love that the Universe has to offer them. And I have united with the marine world and asked their forgiveness for our recklessness and then aided with renewal.
So while I may not find news particularly worthy anymore, and indeed the price of that may be ignorance, I feel myself connected to the fabric of our oneness in a way that would hardly be classified as apathetic.
Farhana Dhalla is a #1 Best Selling Author, International Life Coach & Speaker, and Creator of the transformational Thank You for Leaving Me Journey. She is the visionary and leader of the enlightened divorce movement and the ultimate ‘go to’ person for shifting perspective. As a ‘suddenly single mom’ to three small children, she intimately knows the overwhelming fear and pain – -and the liberation of stepping into the highest version of oneself. Check out her free webinar Divorce Is Not Your Fault and connect with her on Twitter and Facebook.