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Humanity In The Grips Of Existential Fear…

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Grandfather Wisdom – Photograph by Toni Roberts

 

I stopped myself just in time as I was getting ready to fire off an angry, hateful response to an angry, hate-filled bigot who commented on one of my Facebook comments.

Ignore him,” my Better Self whispered. “Do you really want to engage at that level?”

I didn’t. And so, I decided to ignore his hateful remarks and if he persisted with comments, I would send him some “Love.” And, if I ultimately had to block him, I would.

No negative engagements for me—ever—end of report! I don’t have the space in my heart in which to hold both LOVE and HATE. And, furthermore, I understand the source of his hateful words: fear and insecurity. Neither is a stranger to this heart. Hateful racist words spring from feelings of being less than…of not mattering; from unmet needs and frustrations and from a sense of being threatened by people who are not members of one’s “tribe;” people who do not look like one. And who, to add to one’s frustration, may not even speak the same language. So there goes one’s last hope of communication, understanding or brotherhood.

I was not infected with this man’s fear-based anger because I am “Divinely Vaccinated.” And so, my initial angry impulse transformed into tears of sadness…sadness that we humans have strayed so far from who and what we essentially are. We have divided ourselves into warring tribes—now called nations—based on skin color and religions—which are all in essence, stories made up by the men of the tribes (differing slightly according to geographical location) in their unsuccessful attempts to assuage their own and others’ existential fear: not knowing who and what we are and why we are here.

And so, in false, fear-fueled bravado, we kill one another bolstered by the belief that Our God loves us best among all others and will surely smite our enemies.

Oh, humanity…with your childish hubris. Perhaps it’s time we all admit that we don’t know “jack” about anything; that we are all the frightened children of an unknown “Creator.” Perhaps it is time for us to turn within…to the heart…to that beating, pulsating organ at the center of our beings…whose activity or stillness defines life or death.

Perhaps the heart is the holder of the meaning of life…Toni Roberts

 

(Copyright: 1/23/2019-Toni Roberts)

 

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Feeling Melancholy…Feeling My Boy…

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Storm Clouds Over The Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

cloudy

foggy

misty

beautiful

 

the kind of day

my

beloved grandson

preferred…

 

reflections

of his

state of being

 

what a shame he cannot be

here-now

 with his

Nana…

 

sharing the

glory

of

being

   human

 

feeling melancholy…

 feeling my boy…

 

 

More:

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Some Thoughts On Old Age…Disease…And Dying…

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Moon Shine – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

The other day, during a telephone conversation (Yes, some of us still have telephone conversations…via landlines, no less.) an old friend of mine asked: “So what are you up to these days?” She had just finished describing her days of managing an “illness”—which she fully owned years ago—along with all the other obstacles and mundane matters of living in this world.

After listening to my list of daily activities, i.e., my daily spiritual practice; blogging, crafting one-of-a-kind necklaces; my attempts at creating a website—where I can sell these necklaces—plus my photography projects; and on and on and on. Poor thing I wanted to say to her, “No, my love. Keeping busy is what you do. I, on the other hand, am continuing to engage LIFE thus holding this body mind-soul back from that inevitable process of breaking down and withering away into dust…that process we call disease and dying…and which we anticipate happening to us when we reach what we humans call “old age.”  (And that varies with one’s mindset and lifestyle!)

But, of course, good breeding prevented me from saying any of that. Plus, I knew that I always had my Blog: https://toniroberts.wordpress.com and this Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/gaiadaughters in which to vent!

Thank you, for bearing with me. But please, think about it. How is it that some of us can move joyfully, healthily and actively into our seventies and eighties…while most others of us begin the disease and dying process, right-on-time, as if programmed to do so?

Comments are welcome!

Ah…and one more thing…before you start talking about DNA and genes…do a bit of research into the latest findings in the field of Epigenetics.

Thinking About Love Again Today…

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Skyline: Hutchinson River & Long Island Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

wondering why our love was not enough to keep

beloved grandson

here

in this

   flesh life

came to the  realization

that human love is simply not enough

to keep the

soul

wedded

to

human flesh

for without that

   Essential Ingredient

that everlasting influx of

   LOVE…

of the

DIVINE KIND…

these flesh suits we wear are merely

empty

sacks

of

meaningless

   protoplasm

Toni Roberts’ art and photography may be viewed and purchased at:

http://www.fineartamerica/toniroberts

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

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In Celebration Of The Winter Solstice…Season of Death And Re-birth…

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The Davin Collage: Journey to Manhood; A Visual Portrait of the Life of Davin Adonis Roberts by His Grandmother, Toni Roberts

 

If parents are not supposed to lose children

Then grandparents

Sure as

Hell

Should not have to lose a grandchild!

As I’ve lost my

Beloved Davin

   But…

You know what?

This is life in a human-created world

And in a human-created world

SHIT HAPPENS

And so today

As I sit here in celebration of my

78th Year

In this human-created world

I turn my attention from

Death

To the Re-birth theme of this

Holy Season

And to the welcoming of my

New grandchild

Who has chosen to enter this world on

The day of Her Nana’s Birth!

Tis’ indeed

A Time of Letting Go

As I welcome New Life into the Family…

   Anyway…who knows?

LIFE

   Is very tricky sometimes…

   Perhaps…

   Just…perhaps…

The arrival of my new

Beloved

On the day of my own birth

is a sign from my

Dearly Departed

that

   He’s back…

  

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