Pandora's Planet

Is it me, or do you get the sense that for way too many people it has been a foregone conclusion that; there always has been pain and suffering, therefore there always will be pain and suffering?  Those sorts of little pesky unpleasant situations which find a staggering number of our fellow human beings - our sisters and brothers, physically, mentally, spiritually and socially impoverished - mere shells of subsistence, are simply a part of our culture that will always be here and will never go away?

However, through prisms of global economic instability, planetary changes and the “science yet unexplained” mysteries of the 2012 Mayan calendar, people are responding with heightened awareness’s and new senses of responsibility, both to the planet and one another. 

For centuries we’ve been bombarded by declarations that suggest humans, a so called advanced species has resigned itself to the inkling that peace is an ideological impossibility. Such expositions
cast a pall which foreshadows, overpowers and all but annihilates the valiant efforts of individuals and small groups. From the broadcastings of ancient prophets to present day promulgations from the highest leaders of the land we are continually subjected to the cries of men whom blazingly scoff at the notion that peace is in our grasp.  I even heard a telepreachers -- Jack Van Impe recently warn against getting rid of nuclear weapons yet in the next breath pray to Jesus for peace. What are your thoughts about that?

As such,  it is distinctly evident that any and all efforts, (including planet sustainability initiatives), that do not provide distinguishable activities that focus on the advancement of each person’s RIGHT to a sovereign peaceful existence will ALL WAYS fall short of the goal.

What will YOU do today to advance Peace?

In the Highest Vibration of Love

Recently I was speaking to my daughter about my mother.  From the time I can remember mothering my duaghter I remember that she wanted nothing more than to have a house full of children, not because she grew up with lots of siblings but because she did not.  Our story is interesting because while I knew her as an infant, she wasn't a child I birthed.  As a matter of fact there are just 10 years that seperates us in age. 
I didn't become her mother well until she was nearly a teenager, after a terrible tragedy which left her without her birth mother - my god-mother and her being shuttled from foster home to foster home.

When I began to parent her I remember people wondering how I was going to parent a child that had such harsh experiences as my first.  All I needed to do was remember my own mothers love.  And if I could times that love, if I could be anything like her, I knew as long as my daughter knew she were loved she too would grow to spread that love.  She does.  My daughter and I have experienced tough times in our relationship, but I can surely say the  good times outweigh the rough ones.  And it's all because of Love times Love.

She looked at me with dark hazel eyes as if to say, don't worry every thing will be okay; as she tried to escape from the grasp of my stepfather.  As I looked back at her, I could see how terrified she was.  But, there was also something else, something mystical, some thing so far away.....a hint of hope.

     It was then that I realized if I didn't do something quick the person that guided me through life would be hurt.  I picked up the phone, but my hands were shaking too hard to dial.  I tried again once more and managed to dial 911.

It’s been a few years now since I’ve used standard letter closings such as “Sincerely, “Best Regards”, or “Much Success.”  Finding a way to convey what I’d come to believe was my truest and best expression to the recipients of my letters and emails– quite possibly a stranger – suddenly was giving me agida.  Quickly and without much thought, I created what I thought to be the quintessential alternate, yet was immediately confronted with fears that someone might get the wrong idea.  Additionally I faced my own duplicity as I questioned who might receive these veritable “truths” of my very being–and who wouldn’t.  Before any decision could be made, I was forced to ponder how I could profess such a profound gesture for some but not for others?  Nevertheless, once all my deliberating was done my concerns yielded to a decision that saves me from ever having to contemplate my “sincerity” or the desire for ones success anymore when sending mail.