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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)



An Observation…

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Altar: The Cauldron III – Photo by Toni Roberts


It’s both curious and unfortunate that it takes such grand scale disasters and heartrending tragedies  for us humans to reveal our HUMANITY. 












What I Know For Sure…At Least In This Moment…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

i will never again

be knocked off-center

by anything

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

I experience

in this 3rd dimension of


Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts


Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

all that I perceive






i shall be most cautious and discerning

about that which i entertain






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Realizations While Sitting At My Altar…

Altar; photo by Toni Roberts

Altar; photo by Toni Roberts

Although we each play a unique and necessary role in this life

This life is not about the individual

Not about the part…

But the whole…

If we each turned the focus of our attention

To the discovery of what our unique individual gifts are…

To what it is we came to give

Not get

Then each precious strand of us

Could together weave

A tapestry glorious beyond imagination

What a magnificent world we would create!

Altar; photo by Toni Roberts

Altar; photo by Toni Roberts

For as great as we are as Individual beings...

And nations

How much more could we be

As a collective…a connected whole…

Fueled by that

Which caused us all into being…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

All doubt is cleared away as peace descends with the deep realization that

This is my life...this is my time

There is no life or time other than this



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Another Of Life’s Bitter Pills I’m Being Forced To Swallow…

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

The only thing that Life is guaranteed to give us

Is what we need

Not necessarily what we want or believe will complete us

Or make us happy

But always…unfailingly

We are given what we need

   No matter how painful or devastating

   And that applies collectively as well as individually

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

Isn’t it past Time


   For us to open our eyes…look around

Photo by Toni Roberts

Photo by Toni Roberts

   And learn the lessons that Life is so dramatically trying to teach us




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