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No son of the soil can own what he cannot touch or see, and none can see the soul. Whilst you can hold these arms and break this skin, cut until blood runs thick, I am not yours. Do you think the wind only blows for you? That the sun shines only for you? All you are is a bully, a tyrant under the eyes of God and I'd rather be me than you - for you will have to make amends and your sins are many. The bitter irony is that though my body is chained, my mind is more free than yours, less fearful. If I can be noble under these pains I have nought to fear upon death - but you, addicted to comfort and power - you should be afraid.
"Sam, all personality traits are gender neutral. Everyone is a glorious blend of subtle hues born into a male or female body, experiencing the hormones and desires that develop. Who we become is a journey of discovery, an internal experience. We get to tell the world who we are; not the other way around."
Our creator has been asking for so long, an answer is now required in deed not creed. The questions are in your language. Do you want to use "arms" or your own arms? Do you want to shoot others or see green shoots of spring? Do you want "off spring" or children "of spring"? War or peace? Scare or care? Scared or sacred? Do you "mind"? Or are you so comfortable in your primitive survival thoughts that you will not crawl out into the sunshine and use your higher order social animal brain? Can you exist in the ecology that has cradled your kind for all of evolutionary history? Or will you use Mother Earth like you're a bunch of addicts riding a stolen car?
I don't want a relationship that's like junk food; I want a relationship that's like a healthy meal with a scandalous desert. The physical part is nice, but show me your soul, show me your heart. Be man enough to be a boy. Show me who you were born to be, not what the world made you into.
Forgiveness is a letting go of all negative emotions and memories, it is moving on with whatever positives remain. If nothing remains, then the relationship was all negative - abusive, even if invisibly so. For many years I had punished myself, feeling that if I forgave more fully then love would blossom; yet in truth it had never been there at all. The guilt of failure, the weight of accusing tongues, took me into a living nightmare - and my mind conjured them as grotesque bodies under ice. Yet when I learned what forgiveness is, there was nothing but water under my ice, everything was crystal clear. I had loved them, yet they had never loved me. Forgiveness brings the liberty to love again, to heal the heart, soul and mind. It is the chance to begin anew with only positivity and break the shackles of conformity. I understand why they acted as they did; I release all negative emotions associated with them; I am renewed.
The sand is softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach feels like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filled sky. Tom stretches out both arms and legs to look like a boy-starfish, his grin growing slowly into a broad smile. The only marker of time today is the sun above, the moments savoured by the waves that wash the sands in white lace.
Populations become stable when life is good, when there is plenty of food, shelter, clean water. It's just basic biology, Kiera. Animals who's offspring have lower survival rates have more babies, those who have better survival odds put all their effort into fewer offspring. Humans are animals too, and these triggers are both subconscious and powerful. Bring people into a kinder world, a secure world, and nature will do the rest. Simple science shows that the way forward is compassion, in sharing the global food surplus, in realizing that we have the capabilities to produce far more food than we do with far less impact on nature. We can build tall, farm vertically... utopia is possible once we refuse the shackles of economics. Love wins, right?
We understand your mechanisms will defeat you, it is a simple matter of time. We are fully aware of how the duplicity of our language can be used against us, as are negations, allowing messages to our conscious and subconscious minds to be opposite.
We are aware that our cultures have lurched toward hedonism. We are aware that consumerism is destroying the Earth. We are aware that our cultures have been infected with the poison that the monetary system brought - greed, selfishness, vanity. We are aware that sloth is used as a lure, when indeed we should work with love in our hearts for the good of our world and one another. Our work should be our love made visible.
So, we are aware that you have corrupted our systems by using money and language. We are aware that money is the root of evil. We are aware that we cannot love God and money.
We choose God. We choose love. We choose cooperation, compassion, kindness and empathy. We choose life, nature and to regard our Earth and her life as sacred. We choose fraternity over power. We choose to let our money systems go and start a new world of equality and kindness.
Much hate and disrespect,
There was a time that my thoughts became tormentors, a torture only escapable by sleep... which had become fleeting. But then I realized that if I never "replied," if I let them float by like a call unanswered, then in time they would cease. At first they became a little worse, yet soon they ebbed. One day I noticed they were gone and just the noticing brought them back a little, but only a faint echo of what they had been. They've been gone a long time now, those terrifying thoughts. My mind is quiet, healthy, happy. Just like any bully, they go when ignored.
"Happiness is an absence of all negative emotions, my love, and the presence of any positive one; that's why joy comes in so many wonderful flavours. It's also the reason that our commercial world is so miserable and empty; we are all intelligent enough to comprehend that whilst the lure looks like happiness, it is really a terrible imposter fashioned from greed, fear, vanity, sloth and selfishness. It's like at the end of the wizard of oz, when they peek behind the curtain to see a selfish little man peddling a creaking machine, what's seen can't be unseen.
Anything done for pure and positive motivation will fill you with happiness and begin healing, painful though that process can be. It's like waking from a nightmare to find you are really covered in bruises and cut by knives. Yet from this emptying of the negative, listening to the yearning of your own soul to love and nurture, serenity comes, joy comes, laughter comes."
I know there's an emotional gun to your head, and still you think of me and others. I know how it feels in your heart, like an invisible arm reaches in there and squeezes it. I know that you bare this pain and still pray that those you love remain happy, oblivious to your suffering. The thing is, your happiness is mine and so I feel the same. I feel the invisible hand reaching around my heart too, it hurts. So here we are, neither of us crying or moving away. I guess this is what nobility is - a love lived for the other, not for reward, but for the eternal connection of kindred souls.
The sandcastle deepens in colour toward the rock it rests upon. Salt water trickles over the granite, painting dark rivers which quickly dry. I imagine that the sand is sweet caramel, that the grains are golden sugar, and that this is my birthday cake. It's the moment I savour each year, the intense expectation of joy. Cake is just cake, sand is just sand, either way the moment is steeped in love and I let my mind dwell there.