I expect to be judged, condemned,
hated, feared, persecuted, ostracized, spit upon, insulted, abused,
and eventually killed. But, I hope to be embraced, loved, forgiven,
and allowed once more to participate constructively with other
people, and even children. My «hope» may seem unrealistic, but to
me it is very real, and is what keeps me going in the face of the
delusion of condemnation that presently engulfs all of us. My hope my
not manifest in my lifetime; but it doesn't matter. Someday it will,
someday we will see each other as One and the Same Entity, and we
will love those who slip momentarily out of our embrace, and bring
them closer rather than push them away. There will be no crime, no
police, and no prisons in such a world. There will only be One Mind,
and One Will; no ignorance, or fear. And we will be more free as
individuals than we have ever been! That is my hope, and it is what
ultimately compels me to write for the Fifth Nail. Even though what
I write, no matter what I write, will continue to be condemned by the
fearful masses for now, in my words my hope shines through for those
with eyes to see, and the courage to love when so many can do no more
than hate. Shasta was one. And the power of her love showed me «The
Way» as no Christian proselytizer ever will. What her love did for
me is proof that such a world is not only possible, but already on
the way!
[J.D. May 23, 2015]
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