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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,
My mother, looking like a disco ball in red lipstick and platinum hair, wearing her smile and her kind eyes, places the milk in the cart. We talk of my imaginary game and I tell her of her role, and mine and granny's and grandpa's. She puts on the paper crown I made her home and I giggle. Then I see the chocolate milk, I had some at a party once. I want it. I ask. She says no and I pout. But I know that tone means no in a way that's not play and she goes back to talking about our game. Suddenly I'm thinking of my character, how I want to be the bad guy this time. I practice my evil laugh. It's good.
The abandoned house stood in a composed way, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve. A spring clean, some fresh flowers, perhaps the house would enjoy the luxury of company.
Long had Nate held his inner pain to be the fault of others, caused by others. Never once had he looked into the mirror of his own soul and asked what different choices he could make, not for his own sake, but for the sake of others. In each moment he made only choices for himself and surrendered to whatever fear came his way - as cowards do. Were he in war he'd be a traitor, crying, "What else could I have done?" Should his choice be a splinter in his own finger for all eternity or to burn the world, he would see it as no choice at all... "obviously" he would burn the world. That is why Grandmother always said the worst of traits is cowardice, for, over a lifetime, one born will all potential to be good and kind will be nothing but a source of rot in humanity.
In the half-light they could be dogs, but dogs don't move the way wolves do - in choreographed motions, one family of canine "dancers" flowing over the earth. There's an intelligence in their eyes, a shyness, a wariness of our kind. Wolves are loyal to their kin, the alpha's mating for life, the others helping to raise the puppies as an aunt or uncle might do. For a moment my spirit is with them, up there in the dawn-forest, drinking in pine aromas the same as we love fresh flowers.
This mid-winter's eve the starlight is a chorus, singing of times long ago in galaxies unknown. I hear it as a melody, as if the stars were perfect notes on an inky sky. It is music for the eyes enough to warm my heart, as if in all this grand arena it's steady beat is the drum.
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.
The only way to be immortal is not to know that you are. Forever is a gift craved until it is won, then it expands like an ocean without land in sight. Things precious are finite, cherished as fleeting moments in that thing we call time. Seek not life eternal, but be eternally in the moment of life, fully conscious and holding creation as sacred. Give and receive love, find peace within and let it flow out into the world as refreshing as spring rains. Be mortal and immortal every moment that you breathe, curious, warm hearted - a spirit wild and free.
The early morning sunlight, soft and diffuse, gives way to the first strong rays of the day, the ones that bring true warmth. In this light, water evaporates in slow waves, waves that eddy in the gentle breeze, flowing upward to white-puffed clouds, ships of white in the blue above. The opera from the trees becomes all the more powerful, as if these golden rays are their conductor's wand, and together they are the song that calls forth the spring.
Amelia stands so still, eyes following the bird in flight. She watches as children do, with that look of love and awe. Her eyes stay with the bird, the beating wings capturing her mind in the most calming of ways, the same way soft waves on the beach do. It's as if she's in love with nature, with life itself, and I pray this life nurtures that sense in her, keeps her as whole as she was born.
"We didn't fight Nazi ideology just to let it in the back door. Fail to fight racism and Churchill will be spinning in his grave. Patriotic is looking after everyone right, loving everyone, pulling together in our communities as Brits do. I'm tired of this BS; it's not just mentally lazy clap-trap, messed up excuses to hate and take cheap superiority and entitlement rides, it's the first tip toe into evil and we've all seen where that leads."