Saturday, 16 June 2018

Anxiety

Speaker of insight, tell me of anxiety?

I have often thought, why I was anxious in my youth and I know the answer...

Tell me?

I can tell you my story of anxieties and how they have faded over time, until one morning I gave up on them all, the narrative that wanted to govern me was released.

Narrative?

The voice that is geared to the external.. the easiess, the desires of the heart that lay outside of me.

And his arms stretched around him

But these externals

And his arms stretched around him

Are necessary...? 

There are somethings that are essential.  But it goes the other way. It is knowing what is essential.... essential for the internal. The deep side of the self that wishes to rest in stillness... and in that a silence we recognise the vibrations we send, the frequency that enable others to hear us, this is a  different listening....

Teach me how to listen differently?

Listening, is a language in itself... it is a language of God.

Teach me this language?

Indeed I will. The only lesson you will need to know is this......

And he took my hand, and placed my palm on my heart. And with his other he brushed my face and my eyes closed. I felt the warmth of his holding. His hand held upon mine and together I felt my beating heart. Together I felt his pulse in his hand. And there was a moment no words were spoken. There was a moment of unbrokenness...

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And then I understood.





Thursday, 7 June 2018

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!
War is Not family entertainment,
we rejoice in our heroes as they valiantly return,
we mourn the fallen heroes as their carried from the plane,
and in the background, the industry of warfare profit...
and in the background, the elite raise a glass,
to those who fell - for a just war – and – they - smile….
In peace, man and woman delight in the world…
And when the propaganda machine blasts their trumpet… we fall sway to this foul and odious notion… that there are just wars.
And I say to you, peoples of the earth, there is no just war... there is only war. Sons and Daughters on both sides have fallen!
Fallen away and never to return to their parent’s arms!
Fallen to a political paradigm which is culturally ingrained into the consciousness of their being,
a political and social acceptability that suggests that the military has a right to go into schools, to advertise in the cinema, to stand outside jobcentres, to promote their evil in the city streets and steal our children… and that it is good to kill. It is good to wage war. It is good, because they say it is a just war?!
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to your full height. And say No, No, for you are human and over the waters, there is another human… and we have the right to live in peace!
Let go of this imbecilic pride of our military and hold onto our children, for we love them dearly… let us swear that you are worth your breeding and love your enemy. And you, yes you, show us here the love that resides in your being, let us swear that you are worthy to live and not to die for their cause… let us teach our children to live in peace. I see you, I see you standing with tears in your eyes, mourning the loss of your child, decorated with pieces of metal, I see you! The games afoot, follow your spirit, and upon this embrace, whisper, I am here for you, I will carry you, I will do you no harm….

The Interior Wound

And as I pray..... The world watches me, my head bowed, my hands clasped together in serenity, I mouth the words learned as a child. A...