Tears rolled down, wetting every part of her cheek. Her eyes pleaded for Succor and help, albeit that she knew no one was coming. There was only darkness as her own demons haunted and strangled her. She was suffocating. In the pain of abandonment she almost forgot how to feel. She desired amnesia so that all this suffering could fade away, fade and allow memories of laughter to soothe her, to restore peace in her life.
In physics we say to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, thanks to Newton. In biology we are more apt to say that in terms of behaviour and emotionality there is a reaction of equal mirroring and reciprocation. In essence, people in a state of triggered fear are predictably going to "respond in kind," whether the response is indeed kind or not. Thus as we make our road toward equal rights for all citizens of our mother Earth, we must take this into account. In what we write and say we must be showing kindness and a willingness to see the perspectives of others, especially where there is disagreement. For when we do this they will respond in the same good manner, to make some effort to see the good reasoning put forward from the other "side." From here it is a road to peace, of greater comprehension of others, and the start of a love that will then be mirrored and reciprocated throughout the many wonderful cultures of our species. Keep in your thoughts, dear activist for equal rights, regardless of which perspective you are coming from, you can say whatever you wish, yet it is how we say our words that gets results. Honesty, compassion, empathy, noble intent, integrity - these are essential to the social recipe that brings equality.
Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Fog embraced every tree, every square centimetre of of ground. Thunder declared itself as some rock star upon the stage. Sheets of rain revived the grass, resounding and rippling without frontier.
Above, the houses on the hill survive in valley-echoed hail.
Emerald eruptions of green envelop countryside in a carpet of living nature. Towers and trees - once boundless and bare - now flourish with vines, victorious as they claim their valley.
Streams once sucked of their nourishing liquids are now bustle with aquatic activity. Ripples run freely, harbingers of joy. The river, slowly but surely, creates a new liberty, surging over the banks to create a space, carving and forming the new paradise.
There, among the regenerating giant, a boy sat gazing out as nature unfolds its hidden secret.
Of "Future Time" there are infinite possibilities because sentient life has free will; so though from the heavens (with a view of life free of our timeline), prophecies may come. Yet one within the timeline may only have the gift of foretelling to a very limited degree - and only when essential to the universe and creation. The reason we guard this knowledge so strictly is because the telling of Future Time can (and mostly does) adversely alter the timeline. We can only give some of this information to one who uses it wisely with a pure heart and in a manner that they cannot transmit the ability to others. Thus those blessed with future sight cannot tell of it in way that makes sense to others; it is a light in the darkness only their eyes can see, by divine design. It is a sixth sense of sorts.
And so, dear humans, living for you is always "in the moment," making the finest moral choices you can in the situation you find yourself in; thus making the task of the heavens all the easier. Mankind will always have need to think, to grow in psychological and spiritual maturity if a good Future Time is to become an assured destination. So seek not the counsel of fortune tellers nor mystics - learn science, learn philosophy, grow in faith, embody love, do the right thing especially when it is the harder thing to achieve - and life will become better, more heavenly, for all... in time...
I know it’s an addiction. Everyone tells me. But it’s to painful to let go of. It’s always there for me when nothing else is. It makes my brain feel happy again. And I feel so bad to just let go because it’s like my best friend. What’s my addiction you ask? Well it’s...
The first thing you'd see is a typical honors kid - large dark eyes behind blue rimmed glasses, holding all the bookish knowledge. The girl's curious eyes asking for more, conflicted with the tight smile silently begging to be left alone.
She'd wear her dark straight hair up in a ponytail, with a pink baseball hat. With the pink sports backpack, she'd deceive anyone. But her scrawny figure in an over-sized men's sweatshirt, underneath a denim shirt from Goodwill, with a pair of jeans ripped from overuse - told a different story. So did her punk boots picked from garage sale.
She hid her scars under thick spike bracelets, another piece that did not match with the silver heart locket hanging from an unusually long necklace.
Even with all the pieces roughly glued together, she had yet to find out which was her real face.
And through the inky black came a blaze of brilliant blue, moving through the sky as the tip of a cosmic artist's brush; bold enough to light up the eyes, respectful enough to leave the starry starry night in perfect form once it has passed. The comet came as if the remind us that there is life out there in the universe, a reality formed of infinite moving parts, not simply the canvas of our sky, yet a deep and rich vastness of other worlds.
When I was a very small child, I wasn't allowed to say I didn't care about anything, so I believed I had to care about everything. My mother used to say a little rhyme if I said, "I don't care." It's a sadistic little ditty, and it goes like this:
"Don't Care was made to care,
Don't Care was shot,
Don't Care was put in a pot,
And boiled until she was hot."
It's taken so very long to get out of that verbal trap, to climb far enough down into my brain to untangle the fuckedupness it caused. I can now feel free not to care. I don't care about assholes and selfish people. I realise that's the usual state of mind for normal people, but it's a brand new trick to me. I feel so free. Finally, fucking finally, "I don't care. I don't care. I don't care... unless I do... but that's my choice... because I say so."