Two Worlds

 

The world we are taught we live in, our history, our songs, our stories, is one world. And the other is the world of power. Where there is no honour, no civilizing, no love for life and nature. The world of Taliban, Nazi's, Military Industrial Complex, the silencing of voices that offer duality, reverence for life, the heart and mind of living creatures.

The world of power only knows what it has won, how to keep the masses living in fear, how to spread hate and fear, how to starve populations, how to get the last word. The world of power does not have anything to teach us other than how to fear.

Drug dealers are the true of our system. Only profit counts and any one who says otherwise must be eliminated. Large and powerful nations are corporate drug dealer, offering brief escape. They keep teaching us with propaganda and threats to go shopping, buy whatever they are selling; we are only worth what we own.

Love, wisdom, compassion, healing - don't exist. Charles Dickens knew this, people who have survived trauma know this. A long painful journey from where the politics preaches and promises, to where your own body has reconciled itself to the larger truth of your painful day.

The primary goal of war is to keep us from knowing our potential as sentient, emotional beings. The right wing authoritarians want us to be vacant bodies willing to kill on the battlefield.

People who have fought in war believe they are doing their duty for love of country and home, then are cruelly stripped of this ideal. Rulers laugh at idealism and integrity. The soft flesh, nervous system, tears and pain - are being erased from consciousness.

The Taliban was not created by Afghans - it was created by cruelty, the Devil and misogyny; it invaded the hearts of men with dire warnings if not obeyed. 

Misogyny is not just the fear and hatred of women. It is the matrix of contempt. It enables armies of people to vacate their own nature, to pretend they are not vulnerable, to silence their conscience which is erased with every generation of systematic exploitation. 

A planet with no life on it, just rocks and fires, is not an accident. Whether we admit it or not, it is the end game of contempt.

The real war is fought with respect for all life, loving kindness, courage, and the truth which we must forever look for and examine.