Can you hear it, that noise gnawing at your soul? Do you feel its tiny teeth slowly nibbling away at the foundation of your illusion, washing away the footings of a castle built on sand, lapping at your feet, calling you like a sirens song to your own inevitable demise? Can you open yet, to that place where the monster lives, dark , deep and way inside you, and do you tremble at the letting go? Standing before the gate, do you long to step through or do you long to stay, clinging to hope that an unseen hand will [ Read More ]
I find it curious that so many, apparently educated people jump up and down about free market capitalism whenever some socially responsible agenda or suggestion is put forth. They howl words like Socialism, Communism, Marxism and big government control, and whilst that might be a fair call from their perspective, the simple fact is they are starting from an erroneous understanding. We do not have / live in a society run by free market capitalism; we live in a carefully controlled “corptocracy”.
Sitting in silence the veils part and I am witness to a world gone mad.
Petty tyrants split atoms to make weapons of power whilst my people starve and freeze upon ground made barren by fear and greed.
Children, dark of skin, wither to dust when in the west others bloat on slop even animals won’t call food.
There was a time not so long ago when we came in voices of one’s and two’s. We came to remind the world of who we are, of the great potential of humanity. Now many have come, different lands, different times. Jesus the Nazarene, Siddartha Guatama the Buddha, Muhammad, Zarathustra, Mary Magdalene, Mother Mary, John the Baptist…. Lone voices singing the song of creation to remind us of who we are. Then for a time the world grew dark, as we deepened into our forgetting. Yet out of the darkness came visions of our true nature, St Joan of Arc, [ Read More ]
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS by Portia Nelson Chapter I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out. Chapter II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place but, it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter III I walk down the same [ Read More ]