Some things I wrote years ago that are related to yesterday’s Blogpost.
The Bravery of Humility Frees the Killer from Himself
Thus held they funeral for Hector tamer of horses, for the father of fifty sons kissed the hand of the killer, begging favor of proper burial. This ‘is’ how the enraged killer finally finds respite from losing his dear BFF Pat who dressed in masks for battle posed as the killer, but who was slain by Prince Hector. The head of the snake was severed that fateful day, leaving its undigested tail to writhe unceremoniously in the sand. But, in the way of all things absurd, resentment resurrects the despaired wound, thus re-held to reconnect head & tail, and the war, 2,500 years later? Love re-dies on the Plains of Hesitation. Had Thetis not tried to make the killer immortal by dipping him in the River Styx without holding his heal free to the open air, the resistance to repentance would have died a grateful, beautifully regurgitated death. “All is laughter, all is dust, all is nothing; everything is born of unreason." Glycon. And that’s why Baptism by Fire is a battle between water & fire gods. People die every day unnoticed by most as no more than a pesky pothole, forgotten in the comfort of Silentarian Summers.
This I wrote 5 years ago:
Separation Consciousness is an illness. We are One, as silly as that sounds to so many people. If I am loving, then I love. Seeing people FROM love is it...hugs are not illegal, but it's amazing how trust seems to be relegated to those who "earn" it. What a bunch of BS. "If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me". Sometimes a sincere hug or smile might save someone's life. Never give up coming from love. Never forget who you are. I love you. Pass it on.