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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…

 

 

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I Am Discovering…

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On A Clear Day One Can See Forever – Wetlands & L. I. Sound; NYC – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

that an

   INFLUX

and then immediate 

OUTFLOW

of

   DIVINE LOVE…

is the

ANTIDOTE

to

FEAR

ANXIETY

and all else that would do one

   HARM…

 

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Reacting VS Responding…

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Yemaya At Work – Photo by Toni Roberts

Today

   For the first time…

      I saw the choice so clearly:

I can continue

Reacting to negative people…events and circumstances

From my place of

   OLD…UNHEALED…EMOTIONAL WOUNDS…

In that so

   HUMAN WAY…

   or…

I can rise above the residue of pain from events long past

And

CHOOSE

 to lift up my

   CONSCIOUSNESS…

ALLOWING

An

   EVER-PRESENT…

   APPROPRIATE…

And

HEALING RESPONSE

To

Unfold

Naturally

   On ITS own…

    In

   As

And

      Through…

 My every

   Thought…

   Word…

   Action

After The Rain…Light…Understanding…

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after the rain…

 

Instead of drumming this Saturday, I spent quiet time at my window altar–with the river.

Rising above the chatter of my “monkey brain,” I sat in the peaceful silence of my rain-washed world–listening within:

This drumming, my dear–just like the words that you write–comes through you. You, the ego-personality, are not the owner of your creative productions. The words, and sounds come through you from a Source that also determines the why, what, when, where and how of it all.

Do not attempt to order your gifts; trying to determine whence they come and go.

Life is not yours to order. It is yours to remain open, receptive and in service to That Which lies behind, beneath, above and at each side of all form. 

You are learning to understand–and more importantly–to accept and live a reality which is the only authentic Reality there is.

It is a process of opening the heart in trust and releasing the pain you did not know was there.

It is truly living from the inside out: letting your 3-D world unfold in, as and through you; bypassing the ego.

It is not the human way  of being. 

It is a process of “un-conditioning” the mind.

Have patience with yourself.

I am with you.

We are with you.

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