South Africa: The Story of Fifty Years of Horrendous Abuse that Finally Collapsed—into Peace!

South Africa: The Story of Fifty Years of Horrendous Abuse that Finally Collapsed—into Peace!

By Leslie Temple-Thurston


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South Africa’s story of suffering and transformation, goodwill and ultimately, liberation has profound relevance for the world—and especially the US—at this time. Almost unbelievably after 50 years of enslavement, murder, extreme bullying, abuse and bloodshed towards the indigenous people in South Africa, the horrendous story of Apartheid finally ended in 1994 with the election of Nelson Mandela. Seemingly miraculous changes were able to take place, and finally, the suffering ended. This story held the world spellbound in its own time, and is an example for us all today!

What can we learn from this story? Although it’s a story of only one country that finally freed itself from decades of hellish tyranny, there are quite a few similarities to what is happening in many other parts of the world today that are worth taking in. Today we can see how the extreme suffering wrought by racism is being played out around the world and especially in the U.S.

In 1977, I left South Africa to settle in the United States, because of the deep scarring and unfairness perpetrated towards the black people of South Africa. I left because I was “called” to the U.S. by my spiritual guides—and I was grateful to leave because the travesty of Apartheid was exceedingly difficult. Being in South Africa was breaking my heart day by day as I was powerless to do anything to help alleviate the suffering. My country was embroiled in ongoing political uprisings between the black people, who were 90% of the population, and the white police. The Apartheid government consistently and violently denied equal rights for all. A revolution raged on, and daily many were killed in skirmishes for freedom. At times, the streets flowed with blood, and everyone in the country was energetically held down with hatred and suffering, as vast numbers of beleaguered black people were relegated to living in squalor, below every imaginable poverty line.

Just before I left, things began to change. The black people began protesting for equal rights, and this created dangerous upheavals. South Africa was moving into an excruciatingly difficult time of oppression of the indigenous black population by the white colonizers. The potential of a massive civil war between black and white loomed. Everyone feared a blood bath.

One day a hundred and fifty elementary school children burst out of their morning classes and ran through the streets of Johannesburg shouting, “Free Nelson Mandela!” A lawyer who had been trying to create some parity between white and black, Mandela had been held in jail for more than two decades when the children took to the streets. Shockingly, the police gunned down dozens of the school children, and the country was ignited by this travesty. Imagine gunning down innocent, unarmed school children!

Everything and everyone changed that day. The government was disgraced, and it didn’t take long before Nelson Mandela was released from prison. Apartheid’s reign of decades was over. A new government was sought and applauded by most of the country. Nelson Mandela was an icon for not only the black people, but for a large percentage of the white, English-speaking population, and in 1994 the hand-over of power took place. South Africa moved into a “one person, one vote” democracy, and in what seemed to be almost an overnight change, entered the “real” world.

This sudden political turnaround was an astounding feat that penetrated deep into the hearts and souls of the vast majority of South Africans—both black and white. During the election the whole country was held in a profound bubble of light such as I had never experienced. Virtually the entire population had one unified thought—peace! The country had become of one mind and one heart—something very rare indeed in this world. This vast, peaceful hush of the nation created a field of love and joy that hung softly over us throughout the election week.

At his inauguration in the enormous Pretoria stadium, thousands stood, cheering to honor Mr. Mandela, with their hearts wide open and in awe and appreciation for this extraordinary man. With great reverence and joy, this shining moment carried a global salute for the tall, stately man who had suffered almost three decades in prison for the crime of working towards peace and freedom.

During the inauguration I felt the nation pause and almost stop breathing as he took the oath with his deep and sonorous voice. I was astounded as the world stood up to honor this extraordinary man and this historic moment!

Just before midnight, I was guided to slip away from the television coverage to meditate in my parent’s darkened study and feel what was taking place on the inner planes. I slid immediately into a deep and silent samadhi state. Right at midnight as the old flag went down and the new flag came up, I had a clear vision. I saw cosmic jumper cables descend into the population and initiate the country into the fourth dimension. From my inner vantage point I saw a beautiful light enter into this man, into the audience and into the new country. A beam of fourth-dimensional energy was sent through this brave and generous leader into the hearts of the people of the fledgling rainbow nation!

Today, while we no longer have Nelson Mandela to lead the world into peace and freedom in his physical form, we access his soul when we remember that we are all made of the same essence and are One collective heart. We ARE Mandela!

I want to share a quote with you from Brad’s forthcoming book:

There is a Zulu proverb: Umuntu ngumuntu ngamantu, which means, I am a person through other people. My humanity is tied to yours. The shortened version of this proverb is Ubuntu—a Zulu philosophy that is one of the most priceless treasures we have discovered in South Africa. It is an ancient tribal principle about the importance of community.

In other words: If you are sick or not well, then the whole village and I are sick and not well because we are one whole, not separate individuals. The village is only as strong as the weakest link in the chain, and therefore I must have compassion for and help anyone who is struggling. When I lift you up, I lift everyone up, including myself.

Ubuntu is about loving kindness, generosity and sharing and is the heartbeat of any sustainable community. It speaks to our common humanity and to our unity, and is the most important spiritual message of our times.

We live in a time of unprecedented global inequality…. The gap between rich and poor has never been so great in all the world’s history, and our planetary village is crying out for Ubuntu.

…We are at the most pivotal moment ever in the evolution of human consciousness, poised to make the leap into a new paradigm of love. The philosophy of Ubuntu, born out of the wisdom of tribal tradition and the power of community, tells us that the basis of our very humanity is the practice of loving kindness and generosity. This is the most ancient spiritual injunction in the world. Our survival depends on it. Through practicing Ubuntu we can accelerate the tipping point into love.

Nelson Mandela said, “As long as poverty, injustice and gross inequality persist in our world, none of us can truly rest.” All of these—especially racial inequality—still persists around the world, so let’s do what we can now to create equality. It will come when enough of us make the shift into living in the heart.

The spirit of Mandela is infused into the Black Lives Matter movement here in the US, and will ignite his thread of light from one heart to another. It will illuminate the world in a flame of eternal, global love. Please join and support this national and global movement into justice and equality. Black Lives Matter!

©2012 Leslie Temple-Thurston, Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA.
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