Rising Sun
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Just a note .....
To let people know that I'm back to writing again after a long pause. More is being developed and will hit this page soon. xoxo Chiron
Friday, November 18, 2011
Windows to the Soul.
A Woman has the power to dictate her every day.
Like a butterfly, She can light upon the space she stands
and channel in every way.
She can tilt and twist that directed at her from distress back into peace.
The sweetness of her quiet dignity, arresting all without a crease.
The stillness of her presence unmoved by doubt and fear, her sensitivity heightened
means now and then a quiet tear.
A woman in good alignment craves not the worship of those in her care, because,
A woman of good consignment carries the Goddess far and near.
Like a butterfly, She can light upon the space she stands
and channel in every way.
She can tilt and twist that directed at her from distress back into peace.
The sweetness of her quiet dignity, arresting all without a crease.
The stillness of her presence unmoved by doubt and fear, her sensitivity heightened
means now and then a quiet tear.
A woman in good alignment craves not the worship of those in her care, because,
A woman of good consignment carries the Goddess far and near.
Monday, July 4, 2011
America the Beautiful...
America.
The United States.
Land that I love.
Land of the free…….BECAUSE……..of the Brave.
This land is your land. This land is my land. This land is home to you and me.
There are many in the world whose lives have been irrevocably impacted by the values that America represents. America has been the big brother to the world for quite a while now. The world has looked at its people with a variety of emotion. America is like the big brother that other kids in the playground would ominously warn aggressors about. Who would have thought that, as adults, we play out the very same routines that occurred on the playground?
Times change.
As times change so do people.
The virility of the strength of America has always been its sheer number of people with shared values. The “melting pot” worked. It didn’t matter where you came from, what you had been through to get here, once you were an American Citizen, you were accepted. Included. Respected. Cherished. Honored. It is because of this many seek to serve in the world’s largest VOLUNTEER military. Those who come from places without the freedoms that many Americans take for granted, KNOW, what the value of this country is, and they often seek to bond with it by offering to defend it for a few years,….at least, historically.
Times change.
America is no longer the melting pot. People who come to America do not leave behind the customs and loyalties and language from whence they came. As a result, America is weakened. No longer is America composed of a unified resolve regarding such simple concepts as morality, honor, and respect.
America is beset on all sides by the tyranny of weak and evil men, and she is suffering.
The WORLD will become a vastly different place without the backbone of America to take a leadership position on any given topic. America serves the world even if the world isn’t in agreement with America. By offering a fixed position, America creates a framework by which others measure their own position.
“The American Dream” has always merely been a dream, but our pursuit of it has unified all of us for many years. It isn’t a “white man’s dream”. It’s the dream of liberty. Freedom. The ability to work hard to make ourselves happy without fear that the fruits of our labors will be taken away from us.
Times change.
People change.
When people no longer believe in their country, then that country will cease to exist.
Those who do not know history, are doomed to repeat it.
It’s not too late to turn all this around.
To do so will require a collective conscious effort. To do so means that we must convince newcomers that what they came here for in the first place was attractive to them because it was a GOOD thing.
To do so means that we must dispense with all of this “politically correct” HORSESHIT, and remember and honor what it means to be a GOOD CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
We can do it.
We can be stronger than ever before.
But this is one issue that we must not turn away from, it is something we cannot simply agree with and leave to “others” to do. It will take all of us. We MUST REMEMBER THAT OUR SIMILARITIES ARE GREATER THAN OUR DIFFERENCES. We must realize that the American flag does NOT represent republicans or democrats or government. It represents US.
YOU AND ME.
Your weird neighbor and the homosexual couple down the street. The religious, the poor, the wealthy, the challenged, the struggling, and the plain. US.
Happy Birthday America.
I love you.
Chiron
The United States.
Land that I love.
Land of the free…….BECAUSE……..of the Brave.
This land is your land. This land is my land. This land is home to you and me.
There are many in the world whose lives have been irrevocably impacted by the values that America represents. America has been the big brother to the world for quite a while now. The world has looked at its people with a variety of emotion. America is like the big brother that other kids in the playground would ominously warn aggressors about. Who would have thought that, as adults, we play out the very same routines that occurred on the playground?
Times change.
As times change so do people.
The virility of the strength of America has always been its sheer number of people with shared values. The “melting pot” worked. It didn’t matter where you came from, what you had been through to get here, once you were an American Citizen, you were accepted. Included. Respected. Cherished. Honored. It is because of this many seek to serve in the world’s largest VOLUNTEER military. Those who come from places without the freedoms that many Americans take for granted, KNOW, what the value of this country is, and they often seek to bond with it by offering to defend it for a few years,….at least, historically.
Times change.
America is no longer the melting pot. People who come to America do not leave behind the customs and loyalties and language from whence they came. As a result, America is weakened. No longer is America composed of a unified resolve regarding such simple concepts as morality, honor, and respect.
America is beset on all sides by the tyranny of weak and evil men, and she is suffering.
The WORLD will become a vastly different place without the backbone of America to take a leadership position on any given topic. America serves the world even if the world isn’t in agreement with America. By offering a fixed position, America creates a framework by which others measure their own position.
“The American Dream” has always merely been a dream, but our pursuit of it has unified all of us for many years. It isn’t a “white man’s dream”. It’s the dream of liberty. Freedom. The ability to work hard to make ourselves happy without fear that the fruits of our labors will be taken away from us.
Times change.
People change.
When people no longer believe in their country, then that country will cease to exist.
Those who do not know history, are doomed to repeat it.
It’s not too late to turn all this around.
To do so will require a collective conscious effort. To do so means that we must convince newcomers that what they came here for in the first place was attractive to them because it was a GOOD thing.
To do so means that we must dispense with all of this “politically correct” HORSESHIT, and remember and honor what it means to be a GOOD CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
We can do it.
We can be stronger than ever before.
But this is one issue that we must not turn away from, it is something we cannot simply agree with and leave to “others” to do. It will take all of us. We MUST REMEMBER THAT OUR SIMILARITIES ARE GREATER THAN OUR DIFFERENCES. We must realize that the American flag does NOT represent republicans or democrats or government. It represents US.
YOU AND ME.
Your weird neighbor and the homosexual couple down the street. The religious, the poor, the wealthy, the challenged, the struggling, and the plain. US.
Happy Birthday America.
I love you.
Chiron
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Carrier Wave
Every once in a while something happens. Something seemingly insignificant on the surface, and yet, there is a part within that for a split second, Is blinded by a flash of lightening insight.
Something somewhere aligns with something else and there is almost a perceptible “click” as two pieces come together in a union most satisfying.
It’s strange how we can perceive something while in the perfect darkness. Our perceptions of it change based on where we are in reference to its position. We strain the limits of our perception as we attempt to ascertain what it is, its size, shape, or texture. The feelings that are evoked within our hearts can ring out in harmonic sympathy to it, like sonar. We know that it is there, but we are forced to continually ping for it, reaching to match perception with understanding. We do this until quite unexpectedly we stumble across it for a millisecond, and are at once blinded by its brilliance.
If we are not careful to stop quickly enough, we will lose it, and its mystery will haunt us long thereafter.
Such is the apparent mechanism describing my Spiritual safari. As I continue to evolve, I have recognized patterns not only in the way that I discover information, but also in the way that I am somehow subconsciously aware of HOW and WHEN to self trigger such a discovery. I have become aware, for example, by no means I am able to adequately understand for the purpose of description, able to discover a film, or a book, or and experience, which I will somehow knowingly set aside, sometimes for months, until the time is right for me to trigger it. I can tell you that it’s somehow linked to some kind of time scheme, of which I am most assuredly not the author, but that’s about all I can muster for the sake of a description. It is enough however, to reassure myself that my tour through this often bizarre wonderland is in fact a guided one, and not a self directed endeavor.
Tonight I finally popped the cork on one of these interesting little “time capsules”. It was one I had discovered much earlier and set aside for reasons unknown. The name of the film is “Revolver”, and I can only describe it as more of an experience than it resembles a story. Imagine my stunned excitement to realize it was a Luc Besson film…
With any discovery of considerable magnitude there is often created in me a type of anxiety. It is the nature of the beast that anything which might be a considerable piece to the puzzle may have dramatic repercussions regarding my personal model of the Universe, my subjective reality and the inclusive common reality’s and their variants that cluster together. A new discovery of serious proportion can be upsetting because it may bring answers to questions, or, it may just bring bigger more consternating questions. I think that this is what the variable of timing has to contribute to the equation. If the timing of an important puzzle piece is off, it may be inadvertently dismissed. However, when the timing for the release or discovery of new information is appropriate, it can act as a catalyst which stimulates curiosity down a completely new path. There is also a dark side to discovery; the unnamed fear that I have been going in the wrong direction, or that my conclusions are not sound. Sometimes, very rarely, I encounter a condition where a new piece of information is somewhat unsettling because I knew it already, but the emphasis of what I thought I knew was not accented correctly, and new information pushes a definitive emphasis in a whole new way.
Such is the case with the film “Revolver”.
This is a film with a message so big, that it’s really quite amazing that they were able to shoehorn it into such a seemingly unremarkable vehicle for dissemination. It likely should have a warning label on the jacket which states, “Warning: Objects may be closer than they appear, do not view this film alone if you have a history of higher thinking, or have experienced concurrent déjà vu’”. So, if you haven’t seen this film, there is your warning. You’ll want to really prepare yourself for a message, and ensure there is no distraction.
Now. Go take a look.
Something somewhere aligns with something else and there is almost a perceptible “click” as two pieces come together in a union most satisfying.
It’s strange how we can perceive something while in the perfect darkness. Our perceptions of it change based on where we are in reference to its position. We strain the limits of our perception as we attempt to ascertain what it is, its size, shape, or texture. The feelings that are evoked within our hearts can ring out in harmonic sympathy to it, like sonar. We know that it is there, but we are forced to continually ping for it, reaching to match perception with understanding. We do this until quite unexpectedly we stumble across it for a millisecond, and are at once blinded by its brilliance.
If we are not careful to stop quickly enough, we will lose it, and its mystery will haunt us long thereafter.
Such is the apparent mechanism describing my Spiritual safari. As I continue to evolve, I have recognized patterns not only in the way that I discover information, but also in the way that I am somehow subconsciously aware of HOW and WHEN to self trigger such a discovery. I have become aware, for example, by no means I am able to adequately understand for the purpose of description, able to discover a film, or a book, or and experience, which I will somehow knowingly set aside, sometimes for months, until the time is right for me to trigger it. I can tell you that it’s somehow linked to some kind of time scheme, of which I am most assuredly not the author, but that’s about all I can muster for the sake of a description. It is enough however, to reassure myself that my tour through this often bizarre wonderland is in fact a guided one, and not a self directed endeavor.
Tonight I finally popped the cork on one of these interesting little “time capsules”. It was one I had discovered much earlier and set aside for reasons unknown. The name of the film is “Revolver”, and I can only describe it as more of an experience than it resembles a story. Imagine my stunned excitement to realize it was a Luc Besson film…
With any discovery of considerable magnitude there is often created in me a type of anxiety. It is the nature of the beast that anything which might be a considerable piece to the puzzle may have dramatic repercussions regarding my personal model of the Universe, my subjective reality and the inclusive common reality’s and their variants that cluster together. A new discovery of serious proportion can be upsetting because it may bring answers to questions, or, it may just bring bigger more consternating questions. I think that this is what the variable of timing has to contribute to the equation. If the timing of an important puzzle piece is off, it may be inadvertently dismissed. However, when the timing for the release or discovery of new information is appropriate, it can act as a catalyst which stimulates curiosity down a completely new path. There is also a dark side to discovery; the unnamed fear that I have been going in the wrong direction, or that my conclusions are not sound. Sometimes, very rarely, I encounter a condition where a new piece of information is somewhat unsettling because I knew it already, but the emphasis of what I thought I knew was not accented correctly, and new information pushes a definitive emphasis in a whole new way.
Such is the case with the film “Revolver”.
This is a film with a message so big, that it’s really quite amazing that they were able to shoehorn it into such a seemingly unremarkable vehicle for dissemination. It likely should have a warning label on the jacket which states, “Warning: Objects may be closer than they appear, do not view this film alone if you have a history of higher thinking, or have experienced concurrent déjà vu’”. So, if you haven’t seen this film, there is your warning. You’ll want to really prepare yourself for a message, and ensure there is no distraction.
Now. Go take a look.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The King…has left the building
I was going through my film collection and I decided to re-view one of my films. I was about half way through it when I felt something in my head click. It was actually kinda freaky.
All of the elements are there. I can’t believe I never saw it before.
We are nerve-wracked by his behavior before we have any sense of who he is, or, what he wants.
We are awestruck with his enormity; the unstoppable force of his Will, and the physical strength with which he enforces it.
We are terrified at what we perceive to be his unpredictable anger, until such time that his wrath becomes the shelter of our protection.
We long to communicate with him, but communication seems limited to what he will show us.
All of these qualities weigh heavily upon us, as we attempt to formulate the concept of who he is, but it is this final quality which leaves us with our mouths wide open in confusion and wonder.
We are mystified that as small and seemingly insignificant as we appear to be, that such a creature could find us lovable. Not just appealing, but that he could know something about us from a look, that is so valuable to him, that he would be willing to lay down his life to protect it.
The very necessity of his desire to safeguard us, providing him with a previously unknown purpose.
The statement was made, “It wasn’t the planes that killed him. Beauty killed the beast.”
It wasn’t physical beauty which killed the beast; it was the beauty of our innocence.
The story of King Kong is the story about our relationship to God.
It is the story that we will accidentally destroy God with our ignorance and our fear.
So what is it that we really mean to convey when we say, “The King…has left the building”?
All of the elements are there. I can’t believe I never saw it before.
We are nerve-wracked by his behavior before we have any sense of who he is, or, what he wants.
We are awestruck with his enormity; the unstoppable force of his Will, and the physical strength with which he enforces it.
We are terrified at what we perceive to be his unpredictable anger, until such time that his wrath becomes the shelter of our protection.
We long to communicate with him, but communication seems limited to what he will show us.
All of these qualities weigh heavily upon us, as we attempt to formulate the concept of who he is, but it is this final quality which leaves us with our mouths wide open in confusion and wonder.
We are mystified that as small and seemingly insignificant as we appear to be, that such a creature could find us lovable. Not just appealing, but that he could know something about us from a look, that is so valuable to him, that he would be willing to lay down his life to protect it.
The very necessity of his desire to safeguard us, providing him with a previously unknown purpose.
The statement was made, “It wasn’t the planes that killed him. Beauty killed the beast.”
It wasn’t physical beauty which killed the beast; it was the beauty of our innocence.
The story of King Kong is the story about our relationship to God.
It is the story that we will accidentally destroy God with our ignorance and our fear.
So what is it that we really mean to convey when we say, “The King…has left the building”?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Constructive Deconstruction
A little bit of cooking for the holidays.
The New Year is coming around the corner, and with it comes all the anxiety that we create for ourselves regarding our personal progress in our lives. Let’s take a quick look at how we create ourselves and what ingredients are in the mix.
The real question that I have to ask myself is:
Who do I want to BE?
Each year we have the opportunity to break away from what has been (what WE…have been) and we have the capacity to re-invent ourselves. Reality is based upon our perception of it. Our view of the world is largely filtered by who we believe ourselves to be. It is shaped by the beliefs that we hold in regard to what we believe is possible for us, and also by that which we believe is outside of our reach. I’d like to focus on tossing MOST of that away. Start with a clean counter. Get out your cutting boards, and let’s just have a look at what we can make.
When I get to the point where I am conscious of a desire (or a need) to remake myself, it’s rather like working in the kitchen. Am I looking for a recipe book? Or do I feel confident enough in my own ability to create something wonderful from scratch? It’s actually best to start with the recipe that I have used to create myself from last year. It’s much easier to make small experimental shifts in my concoction than it is to daringly throw something together completely from scratch. After all, I DO NEED a good point of reference right?
When I am mixing values and traits, how much of the cookbooks baseline do I use for my creative endeavor? How much do I use from last year’s recipe? How much of the spice of my personal creativity do I use?
How much do I incorporate from the given of what others believe is true, (the acceptable norm) verses how willing am I to go out on a limb to create something in myself which is truly unique?
Once I decide to mix the proportions, it is EXTREMELY important that I follow through. Nothing will guarantee my unhappiness at a later date more than my creating a recipe for a character that I cannot or will not complete. I must remain mindful not to set my expectations for myself higher than my ability to stretch out to reach that goal. Equally, I must set my expectations for my personal growth high ENOUGH, to make a personal challenge of the endeavor, or I will not experience the growth I desire to have.
Baby steps.
So, let’s get a general idea of where we want to go for the rest of our lives, but most importantly, let’s keep it manageable and set our timer for simply the next year. (Because NEXT year, we will bake again!)
I can start with what I know I have already experienced. I can decide to add to my personal recipe things that I see needed an adjustment from last year. I can add new feelings I have as a result of last years’ growth to the mix, while removing some of the ingredients which didn’t quite work out. Things that took away from the finished product or aspects that didn’t add to its aesthetic appeal.
It is important for me to remember in this process that I can be WHOEVER I want to be. I can shock friends and relatives by throwing in a new spice, or I can add more of what I know that they already like. Whatever I decide, I must remember that I am not creating this recipe for them. I am creating it for myself. I am the one who must continue to be challenged. I am the one who I am creating for in the first place. This is my life. What do I want to experience? It is up to me to play in the kitchen with my recipe of who I am until I am satisfied. This is my most basic freedom. It is my most basic right. It is also…my most precious GIFT…to the Divine, to myself, to my loved ones, and to the world.
So….get your apron on and get busy!
Happy Holidays.
The New Year is coming around the corner, and with it comes all the anxiety that we create for ourselves regarding our personal progress in our lives. Let’s take a quick look at how we create ourselves and what ingredients are in the mix.
The real question that I have to ask myself is:
Who do I want to BE?
Each year we have the opportunity to break away from what has been (what WE…have been) and we have the capacity to re-invent ourselves. Reality is based upon our perception of it. Our view of the world is largely filtered by who we believe ourselves to be. It is shaped by the beliefs that we hold in regard to what we believe is possible for us, and also by that which we believe is outside of our reach. I’d like to focus on tossing MOST of that away. Start with a clean counter. Get out your cutting boards, and let’s just have a look at what we can make.
When I get to the point where I am conscious of a desire (or a need) to remake myself, it’s rather like working in the kitchen. Am I looking for a recipe book? Or do I feel confident enough in my own ability to create something wonderful from scratch? It’s actually best to start with the recipe that I have used to create myself from last year. It’s much easier to make small experimental shifts in my concoction than it is to daringly throw something together completely from scratch. After all, I DO NEED a good point of reference right?
When I am mixing values and traits, how much of the cookbooks baseline do I use for my creative endeavor? How much do I use from last year’s recipe? How much of the spice of my personal creativity do I use?
How much do I incorporate from the given of what others believe is true, (the acceptable norm) verses how willing am I to go out on a limb to create something in myself which is truly unique?
Once I decide to mix the proportions, it is EXTREMELY important that I follow through. Nothing will guarantee my unhappiness at a later date more than my creating a recipe for a character that I cannot or will not complete. I must remain mindful not to set my expectations for myself higher than my ability to stretch out to reach that goal. Equally, I must set my expectations for my personal growth high ENOUGH, to make a personal challenge of the endeavor, or I will not experience the growth I desire to have.
Baby steps.
So, let’s get a general idea of where we want to go for the rest of our lives, but most importantly, let’s keep it manageable and set our timer for simply the next year. (Because NEXT year, we will bake again!)
I can start with what I know I have already experienced. I can decide to add to my personal recipe things that I see needed an adjustment from last year. I can add new feelings I have as a result of last years’ growth to the mix, while removing some of the ingredients which didn’t quite work out. Things that took away from the finished product or aspects that didn’t add to its aesthetic appeal.
It is important for me to remember in this process that I can be WHOEVER I want to be. I can shock friends and relatives by throwing in a new spice, or I can add more of what I know that they already like. Whatever I decide, I must remember that I am not creating this recipe for them. I am creating it for myself. I am the one who must continue to be challenged. I am the one who I am creating for in the first place. This is my life. What do I want to experience? It is up to me to play in the kitchen with my recipe of who I am until I am satisfied. This is my most basic freedom. It is my most basic right. It is also…my most precious GIFT…to the Divine, to myself, to my loved ones, and to the world.
So….get your apron on and get busy!
Happy Holidays.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Deleterious Delirium
As I sit here feeling like I am on my deathbed, I am reminded in the most curious of ways how the Divine likes to get my attention. I don’t like to come off as preachy or melodramatic, my motivation is actually much more self-centered than anything like that. I grew up in a world where I fell in love with many things; I also grew up in a world that taught me to fear nearly everything and every one. In one of the conversations I had with the Divine as a much younger man, I was told that it is up to us, each Spirit upon this earth, to shape this planet into what it is that we consider comfortable. From that point on, I have done my best to help where I can to affect the changes necessary for this world to be more comfortable for myself, and others like myself, to exist in. I wanted a place to live where people were free to be who they are, from the INSIDE. From where we most closely resemble the essence of what the Divine created us to be; not from the outside where circumstances and convention and all the other dynamics occur to effectively twist and distort our Spirits away from the Divine expression of what we were meant to be actually was. Her Grace assured me that this was a noble path to take but warned me of the potential of discomfort. Of course, being young, and brash, I did what most insolent youngsters do and cast aside all warnings of danger. Part of the luxury of youth is the gross incomprehension of time, and the accompanying knowledge that youth and erroneous perceptions of indestructibility wind up being only a small portion of our lifetime. I knew I had to start small though, so I began one person at a time. Each time I saw a person I could help, I did. For a while this process seemed to be working, although honestly it became something of a conundrum when it appeared that I was making myself out to be a person who more closely resembled a doormat than a human being trying to help others. I found out much later down the road that people are just so not used to someone being good to them, that they wind up being suspicious of my motives, and some, sadly, actively undermined me in an attempt to stop or otherwise disrupt what it is that they saw in me. Eventually this started showing up in my attempts to build a career. Eventually, this manifested itself upon my Spirit in the form of negative self esteem.
I never gave up though, and I will continue this process for as long as I am able.
Those of you who have followed me for any length of time know that I tend to be somewhat opinionated. Outspoken. The previous experiences in my lifetime have helped thicken my skin to the danger of being the one in the crowd who will speak up when things aren’t right. I have many battle scars as a result of undertaking the counter-attack against what I consider to be wrong. Now, while it’s certainly true that as I write this, I cannot actually see unless I close one eye, and I am sitting in a puddle of my own sweat, my head is pounding with an urgency that suggests I may not be around too much longer, there is just this one thing I wish to impress upon any and all who would listen.
I am not any more special than any of you are.
I just elected to suffer the consequence of seeing my will through to the end.
(whether that end be my own, or that of the battle)
EACH of you has the ability, the capacity, the strength and the courage to stand up for what you believe in.
The ultimate test is overcoming your OWN personal objections as to why you cannot, should not or will not do so. You were born with an intrinsic sense of right from wrong, long before you had any person, group, religious doctrine or patriotic flag to tell you the difference. If you look for it in your heart, you’ll find it. It’s waiting for you to listen.
If enough of us stop this process of perpetuating the status quo, if enough of us can begin to see that we are all the same, if ENOUGH of us reach out to one another and realize that bitter people are HURT people….we just might have a chance of turning the tide. It has nothing to do with how much or how little money you make, how well or little known you are, how strong or how weak you are. It has to do with how much you care. It has to do with how much of your original Divinity you can recall. It has to do with your ability to realize that you are living in a very small drop of water, on a leaf, growing on a much bigger pond.
I’m amazed sometimes at how the Divine likes to get my attention. When she wants me to stop, believe me, she’ll find a way. Sometimes I have trouble sitting still. Always I have trouble arresting my mind. With this sickness, she’s managed both.
Ok I gave the message ………..so can I get better now?
I never gave up though, and I will continue this process for as long as I am able.
Those of you who have followed me for any length of time know that I tend to be somewhat opinionated. Outspoken. The previous experiences in my lifetime have helped thicken my skin to the danger of being the one in the crowd who will speak up when things aren’t right. I have many battle scars as a result of undertaking the counter-attack against what I consider to be wrong. Now, while it’s certainly true that as I write this, I cannot actually see unless I close one eye, and I am sitting in a puddle of my own sweat, my head is pounding with an urgency that suggests I may not be around too much longer, there is just this one thing I wish to impress upon any and all who would listen.
I am not any more special than any of you are.
I just elected to suffer the consequence of seeing my will through to the end.
(whether that end be my own, or that of the battle)
EACH of you has the ability, the capacity, the strength and the courage to stand up for what you believe in.
The ultimate test is overcoming your OWN personal objections as to why you cannot, should not or will not do so. You were born with an intrinsic sense of right from wrong, long before you had any person, group, religious doctrine or patriotic flag to tell you the difference. If you look for it in your heart, you’ll find it. It’s waiting for you to listen.
If enough of us stop this process of perpetuating the status quo, if enough of us can begin to see that we are all the same, if ENOUGH of us reach out to one another and realize that bitter people are HURT people….we just might have a chance of turning the tide. It has nothing to do with how much or how little money you make, how well or little known you are, how strong or how weak you are. It has to do with how much you care. It has to do with how much of your original Divinity you can recall. It has to do with your ability to realize that you are living in a very small drop of water, on a leaf, growing on a much bigger pond.
I’m amazed sometimes at how the Divine likes to get my attention. When she wants me to stop, believe me, she’ll find a way. Sometimes I have trouble sitting still. Always I have trouble arresting my mind. With this sickness, she’s managed both.
Ok I gave the message ………..so can I get better now?
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