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Monday, February 22, 2010

Neighbor as Thyself

the People of every land as children are good and innocent and joyous. Its the Governments and Churches turned into corporations that become a snivelling power. Using fear to twist humanity into a small portion of what we are. Many made corrupt and retched by the dead hand of Commerce. A commerce that dictates a dictum of division in order to control over and horde that which is not their own. A forgotten promise A poisoned bow Arrow pointed to the ones that you love and are and will always be. The dead hand always points at itself as it projects virus laden spit upon the lense of the land. Our wounds are the opening, are the quickening to the Divine. Demonstrating who you really are. YOU are the dream of the divine. A jewel. Fear has warped all of us into blindness. Running from the pain hides the jewel from the light. Fear has boxed and barred our future by becoming genetic non-light; freezing us out of where we are. An Echo on the wind... Unity is the balm and quiver. The nightmare of shame is over