"They heal the wound of my people lightly, saying, 'Peace, peace,' when there is no peace. Were they ashamed when they committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed; they did not know how to blush. Therefore they shall fall among the fallen; when I punish them, they shall be overthrown, says the Lord."
— Jeremiah, Chapter 6 (English Standard Version)
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"They heal the wound of my people lightly, saying, 'Peace, peace,' when there is no peace."
We live in an era of the greatest progress and the deepest loneliness. We have learned to edit the genome, but we have unlearned how to hear the beat of our own hearts. We have created an illusion of total connectedness, yet never has humanity felt so abandoned. And it is precisely in this context, amidst skyscrapers of glass and concrete, amidst flows of information and pixelated noise, that the voice of the ancient prophet Jeremiah sounds as if he is standing right behind us.
"They heal the wound of my people lightly," God asks. And we, the people of the 21st century, answer this question in the affirmative every day, hiring an entire army of "healers." We pay psychologists, coaches, self-help gurus, and authors of motivational books. We seek the formula for happiness, the algorithm for success, the pill for anxiety. We want our souls stitched up quickly, efficiently, and preferably under local anesthesia, so we don't have to feel the pain.
But here's the catch: most of these "healers" offer us not healing, but anesthesia. They speak empty words: "Peace, peace!" – but there is no peace.
The Phenomenon of "Empty Talk of Peace" in the Digital Era
What does it mean to speak "empty words of peace" today? It means scrolling through a social media feed in the early morning hours, drowning out existential dread with bright pictures of someone else's "perfect" life. It means buying yet another course on "positive thinking," trying to silence the inner critic with affirmations. It means replacing deep relationships with superficial "likes," and the pain of repentance with the psychological term "toxic shame."
We have created a culture that is pathologically afraid of silence. Because in silence, we might hear that very question: what am I living for? And we instantly turn on a podcast, music, the news. We fill the vacuum with busyness, because in that vacuum, God – or conscience – might appear.
Billboards scream "peace" at us, promising tranquility in a new car. Fashion bloggers whisper "peace" to us, promising harmony through detox and mindfulness. Corporate culture drones on about "peace," urging us to "just be productive" and not think about the eternal.
But there is no peace. There is anxiety. There is a deep, gnashing wound at the foundation of the soul that we try to cover with the band-aid of consumerism.
Shameless Indecency
Jeremiah accuses his contemporaries of a terrible sin: "Were they ashamed when they committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed; they did not know how to blush."
For a 21st-century person, this is the most sensitive nerve. We live in an era of the total cancellation of shame. Everything is permissible. Everything is acceptable. Everything is normal. We have stopped blushing. We have stopped being embarrassed when our secret vices become public knowledge. We would rather find a "scientific" explanation for them, justify them by childhood trauma, or turn them into a point of pride, than admit: "I did evil. I am ashamed."
Shame is a mechanism that returns a person to reality. It is the pain that says, "You have deviated from the course." But we decided that the best way to avoid pain is to amputate the nerve. We have stopped feeling shame, but along with it, we have lost the capacity for genuine repentance, and therefore, for genuine change.
The "abominations" of our time often look respectable. It's not only debauchery or violence. It's indifference to the suffering of a loved one. It's betraying friendship for profit. It's the lie we call "self-presentation." It's the infidelity we call "finding myself." And we do these things without embarrassment, posting the results in our stories.
The Fall That Becomes an Awakening
The prophet speaks of a terrible judgment: "Therefore they shall fall among the fallen; when I punish them, they shall be overthrown, says the Lord."
To modern humans, who believe only in the horizontal plane of existence (born – died), this sounds like grim medieval fatalism. But spiritual psychology sees a deeper meaning here.
To "fall among the fallen" in a spiritual sense is not always physical death. It is the collapse of the illusion in which we lived. It is the moment the anesthesia wears off, and a person wakes up in the recovery room after a failed operation – an operation they performed on themselves.
It is the moment a successful manager realizes they are deeply unhappy. When a family falls apart because it was built on the sand of mutual demands, not on the rock of love. When a psyche, overloaded with suppressed shame, malfunctions in the form of depression or panic attacks. This is the "time when I punish them." It's not God striking with lightning from heaven, but reality itself – which we ignored – crashing down upon us with all its weight.
And here lies the main secret. What the prophet calls punishment is, in fact, the only chance for salvation. Falling down dead is the end of the illusion of "peace without peace." It is the encounter with truth.
Is There a Physician?
So who will heal the wounds of the people? The one who does not speak empty words. The one who is not afraid to tell the truth. Healing begins where self-deception ends.
Psychology today, if it is honest, must return to its roots – to the understanding that a human being is not merely a set of neurons and reactions, but spirit, soul, and body. Healing is impossible without restoring the vertical connection. Without answering the question, "Who am I in the face of Eternity?"
The inhabitant of the 21st century is like a person trying to heal a broken leg by taking painkillers and convincing themselves they are dancing beautifully. They smile, they say "everything is fine," they seek peace. But the leg is broken. They cannot continue walking the path of life.
True healing is a painful process. It is the repositioning of the bone; it is pain, it is tears. It is the admission: "I have acted shamefully, and I am ashamed." It is the rejection of "empty talk of peace" for the courage to confront reality – the reality of one's own sinfulness, one's own mortality, one's own need for God.
And then, perhaps, when we stop seeking peace where it is not, and stop running from pain with digital anesthetics, we will hear – not the voice of a prophet threatening punishment – but the quiet voice of the One who can truly heal wounds. A voice that does not speak a pretend "Peace, peace!" but gives genuine peace, which passes through pain and death.
Because falling down dead is not the end. For the one who rises, it could be the beginning.
