Today is my Birthday (Gregorian calendar date), so I wrote something. It's also something of an attempt to honor my father, no longer on the planet as such, who really really wanted me to succeed in every creative endeavor that I ever tried.
We know who we are & we look for others who are NOT like us. We look for a lover or partner with clear eyes. Not always possible of course, but too many ghosts in one room feels like they'll fight.
The faces come when the eyes close, whether you have known them or not, whether you have ever actually seen them or not, whether there's anything to do or not. One thing I can tell you, it's really all I know, fear of them makes them sharper, the features I mean. Sharp angles drawing into meaner features and then wildly to evil ones, like the worst thunder clap you can imagine. Just like people in the waking world, inatention causes worsening of energy. So look softly, no matter what you see. Look softly, breathe deeply when it is so terrifying that you don't believe you can continue. Tell your eyelids to stay open, then open wider, and look with all the love in your heart no matter what you think you see or what you think you might. You are chosen for it, and you know this. You know it love. Can you say that you don't? No. And that's exactly why.
Truth, what a messy idea when you bring physicality into it. Must be done for this time we spend here, running about with our "feet" on the "Earth". People doing terrible things, your friends and mine, from lives past and present. People suffering, right now, your friends & mine, from past lives and present, terrible illnesses & crimes. Crimes committed and ignored by other humans (your friends and mine) who have fallen victim to feelings of lack and feckless selfishness. Victim & perpetrator, perpatrator also a victim, everybody in the mud. Quicksandtrap of evil.
Some of us (I am one) hold our heads and cry our cries. This is one, but it took me a while. Of cries and of cries there are many styles. Some throw in life rafts, one by one. G*d help them, how do they do it put themselves through it for such little return? The fatigue it just must be...
For every 1 pulled to safety, there are one thousand still behind the wall, no? Still one is safe now, one is helped, one will prosper- and that one is endless, as are we all, each one.
Activism is a fine choice, always. Do be careful, loves, not to treat it as a drug, live it as a drug. True Service can be anesthetizing, don't forget about you. The Light/Source wants You, or you would not be. Do something as you, where the G*d You comes through. This is how you beat back depression. This is how you starve evil.
What are your plans today?
Father's Day, June 15 2014 Sivan 17 5774