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Old 01-04-2012, 07:00 PM
CatChild
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Just to clarify this was not based on a true experience. It is a piece I wrote to subtly demonstrate how easy it is for both sides of 'belief systems' if you will, Judge each other for their differences. As most non Christians view Christians as being judgmental of anything outside of the Christian mandate, this piece actually demonstrates the finger pointing from the other perspective.




"The blessing of the Lord be upon you"... The people all experienced their own sensations of the words. The small girl turned to look at me, eyes fearful of me somehow. She sensed my indifference to her presence, and my irritation of the situation and how I could not explain myself regarding this- she understood. Read me.


I was angry.


Everyone looked spacey. Brainwashed. In my head, I saw myself slowly lift my arm and emotionlessly push the stranger standing beside me. Knowing them toppling over, sending an escapade of chaos. Chains. What they somehow were asking for...


"We are not worthy"...


Yeah. Keep telling yourselves that. No wonder your institution has historically controlled through a sense of shame. But giving grace back to the undeserving, creating a sense of dependance on dysfunction. Dysfunction seeping deeply to infiltrate the cells of their psyches. Breeding species who twist at the waist. Feet facing forward, noses on their shoulder blades. Shame.


I am the only person here who can see things for what they really are,


to the support who did not resemble me in species form but still held material validity to my five senses, and to the species who did not show themselves to my five senses but revealed themselves through invisible arms... I always sensed that I was worthy. Equal. Special. Loved. I always knew this. Still do.


Outside and breathing the cloudy air, I sensed the downcast emotion that came from their experience.


They felt joyous. They believed themselves to be children of an invisible form of Love. Creations of this. By this.


I believed I was a creation WITH this. Because of this. And this Source Love was responsive to me- BECAUSE of me. Because of Them... And this Love remained if I faced it...


I forgave myself for being angry. Believed it was my right. But I was judging and pompous.


Perhaps if I just cleared my head of all my ego's thoughts, I would understand the Truth.


That the Earth was changing to serve my needs, even if those earthquakes killed thousands. At least all the oil spills were redirected back to their Source of crude origin. At least there was something else to brings these groups of my species together again, to survive. Mutually experience. Mutually assist with a sense of equality.


... my beliefs; that I'd embrace a moment of their time to speak about what I believe that is different from their own. And they could see the parallel sense and logic to the eradication of RULES to follow in order to be accepted and loved by this Source that is UNCONDITIONAL. But they just don't know it yet. They are still twisted at the waist.


Cause and effect.


I heard the distant thunder. While some around me shrieked of the upcoming storm, I grinned within my heart at the onset of the catalyst to clear away the old air of the day.


I guess I'm glad I'm me. Witches need love too...
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