The enemy can be compelling
Intimidating and persuasive
But don’t believe the hype
Don’t be intimidated by the threat of a snake bite.
Or anyone who blows a horn of hatred
Across the landscape of your creative visions
Consider instead what type of person
Would do that
What would bring a person to outwardly focus
Obsessively on an object of hate
Just how far down the spine of their spirit
They would have to descend to choose to live there?
Instead focus on compassion
Encourage voices of empathy to sing from your heart
Identify yourself
As the same as everyone around you
From the homeless man to the screaming widow
To the cabby and the guy with the jackhammer
Digging up third avenue on a hot summer day
Understand that you are one with them
That they are reflections of your three pound universe
And blossoms of your very heart
Lead life in this way and then the voices
Of your inspiration will sing more clearly to you
Hatred jealousy resentment and rage
Put you in fight or flight
They spike your cortisol levels
And turn off the voices of inspiration
They leave you abandoned in the past
In the ghost town of memory
Throwing an old ball against a brick wall that’s falling down
On nobody but you
There’s nothing good about that space
Nothing to be gained there
Though it’s doors are tempting
Indignant and righteous rage can be intoxicating
In fact that’s an understatement
It’s an amphetamine like high
They used to give kamakazies amphetamines
Before they would fly their planes into enemy ships
Their minds would be on fire with their hearts beating out of their chest
In full grasp of the devil like a puppet of evil
And that’s what you become when you lean into anger
Into judgment
Into the indignation of a perceived betrayal
You disempower yourself through what feels like the illusion of empowerment
It’s the crack cocaine of the age that
The media drives.
Turns out mainstream news is a 24/7 propaganda of a hate fear and division machine.
And it’s the dominant religion of the age
People hypnotized sucked into the vortex of the idiot box
With spinning eyes and hearts turned upside down
Now an injection with who knows what
Doing who knows what ?
Certainly the behavior of people lately has turned more bizarre and darker
Such as this very blog being scattered on someone’s social media page with mocking messages of hatred.
Not just one post either. But many
For someone to descend that far into madness
And mocking what a fellow human is trying to create…
A love letter to an unborn child or
An instruction manual to a world gone wild
Someone who would do that
Should be pitied and prayed for.
Cause only someone
Who has
No vision
No dream
No ambition of their own would do that.
It’s hard to remember at times
But when the snakes of the world slither in your direction
Remember prayer is always your most potent weapon.
People have allowed the media to make them shells of their propaganda
And at the same time the forces of oppression are zeroing in
There is also a great awakening
And the forces of oppression ring alarm bells ever louder
When they take our freedoms away
Freedom needs to be robbed slowly
Or the people revolt as they are now
All over Europe
As you prepare to arrive.
When people come at you with hate
Try not to match that energy
Don’t match that anger
Like walking by a group doing drugs on the street inviting you to join
It’s tempting
But best to keep walking.
In the spiritual realm of rage
The best way to keep walking
Is to pray for them
And beyond that internally apologize
And thank them
For aiding you in your evolution
As all focused animosity does
When you learn to use it as fuel. (This is called Ho’oponopono and it’s the best tool for forgiveness and the embrace of personal responsibility I have yet to find beyond asking Jesus)
Pray for them to transcend their anger so that you can
Once again be born in the graceful landscape of inspiration
Once again focus
Your gratitude and faith for Jesus
For God
For Love
Use it as a springboard to strengthen faith
That the devil wouldn’t come to roar at you
If you weren’t onto something that will elevate others
Inspire
Recharge
And remind them of their power to
Shine a light
On the devils dark tricks of division
And surrender into the moment of
The full weight of love.
“When all your two bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
They’re talking behind your back
Saying man you ain’t ever gonna be no human being
And you start thinking again about all those things that you done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things
You made every different scene
But remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember
Different people have peculiar taste
And the glory of love
Might see you through. “ Lou Reed
Coney Island Baby
Uncle Lou to you
Spiritual guardian to you
Me and him were friends at one point. (I’ll tell you all about it)
I got to tell him this song was the best anyone’s ever written. He was touched I think.
I was intimidated but he was nice about it.
In the end.
Me and your mama are up and dancing to that song as I write this
Inbetween contractions of you coming into the world
It’s a been a couple weeks of false alarms
When the contractions first came
We thought it was time
Two weeks later it actually is
And now we are old pros with this
Laughing hugely between contractions
Huge bursts of pain your mama is breathing through
Sending her into another world
I’m there with her encouraging
Breathing with her
And then after a minute
The pain is gone and she’s euphoric
And we laugh again about nothing and everything
This is what love is
Me
You your mom
Lou
All dancing together in a spirit room
A bathroom in brooklyn
Your mom in a broken whirlpool tub
The shape of the universe
You soaring through space
To receive us
As we receive you
The glory of love
Just might come through.
I believe it is coming through
I believe it is you.
That’s why we bypass
The amphetamine rush of animosity
And division
Because beyond that short lived high
Is a deeper one
A permanent one
One that you can only get to through faith
For the world will rip at you on your way there
The glory of love
The glory of God
The glory of you coming through
509 am
July 30
You’re gonna get born today
Or soon.
Just like we all do everyday
But this is your day
You’re the new arrival
The apex queen of the earth’s survival.
Alessia.