Un-invent Weapons Of Destruction

15th Jan 2026

Un-invent Weapons Of Destruction

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"It crouches at the door
 Its desire is for you..."

(God to Cain)
from Genesis 4:11

Inside me there is a dream. That one day we (Nations) stand tall enough to see all are created equal: black, white, brown, beige, blue veined, silver haired. We bleed red. We birth with umbilical cords, we beat with a heart. Chip nails, chop onions, we run, walk, sit, stand, think, write, read, break, weep, heal, or die anyway. Why have gear that destroys another…

my Dream dreams that the only Race we run will be to lift a fragile neighbour; our only Arms – to aid another …oh not kill for ‘peace’, for gods of war…

who listens to a Blog Prompt- reply? I address this to our Creator He hears. He reads this. I cannot undo crimes of hate or love, but I can, in my own yard, lock the gate to my own mind tripping out in violence.

^{I’d dissemble every instrument of hate : shred every trigger, if I had that kind of say.}

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MARTIN LUTHER KING, ’63:I have a dream that one day every valley shall be lifted up, every hill and mountain be made low, the rough places plain, crooked places made straight…the glory of the Lord be revealed, and all flesh see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform discord into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, …to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day;

but not only that: let freedom ring from every hill and molehill, every mountain, let Freedom ring.

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6 responses to “Un-invent Weapons Of Destruction”

murisopsis

Jan 16, 2026 at 1:05 pm

Yep. I am hoping we can beat swords into plough shares…

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Johnbritto Kurusumuthu

Jan 15, 2026 at 11:03 am

This feels like a quiet plea for humanity — a reminder that our hands were meant to heal, not destroy. Thank you for putting that longing into words.

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1. Innerdialects
  
  Jan 15, 2026 at 1:01 pm
  
  I had the feeling of stumbling onto a prickly nest. “Shh about guns,” someone whispered in my other ear.
  Thank you Johnbritto for resonating. It feels like the very thing we hate (destruction, guns, womd, all that) is now national security need, also in homes where we fear Break-ins.
  I cannot imagine being attacked..but its a growing possibility. Should that happen, a nail clipper won’t do. So yes, a swarming Pandora’s hive here.
  
  I’ve tried Prayer – a friend and I were surrounded by a pack of rogue dogs. They were like land crocodiles. Marty my friend goes, “Shooo in the name of Zesus. ” (she couldn’t say ‘J’)
  The crocdogs flattened and backed out. We laughed so hard then the stilling reminder to take nothing for granted.
  
  I’m taking nothing for granted. Esp the power of prayer, and how it collaborates with Compassion, not return- assault.
  Working on it.
  
  Thanks again🎶🌿🌏🌱🎶everyone with ‘hands for healing ‘ deserves a Nobel Peace Trophy. 😇
  
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  1. Johnbritto Kurusumuthu
    
    Jan 15, 2026 at 2:55 pm
    
    Your words hold the tension so honestly — the fear, the tenderness, the absurdity, and the grace all braided together. That image of the “swarming Pandora’s hive” feels exactly right: once fear is loosed, everything hums louder and sharper. And yet, there you are, still choosing prayer, still choosing not to let compassion collapse into counter-assault.
    
    The crocdogs story made me smile and pause at the same time — laughter and awe sharing the same breath. Those moments remind us that we’re never fully in control, and maybe that’s the point: power doesn’t always arrive as force, sometimes it arrives as presence, as naming peace out loud even when it feels ridiculous.
    
    I don’t pretend to have answers for the nail-clipper vs. nightmare scenario. I only know that every refusal to let fear be the final author matters. Holding vigilance without surrendering our humanity feels like the hardest work there is — and you’re clearly doing it with eyes open and heart engaged.
    
    Thank you for staying in the question, and for insisting that compassion still has a voice — even in a world that keeps telling us to whisper. 🌱
    
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    1. Innerdialects
      
      Jan 17, 2026 at 4:14 pm
      
      JohnBritto, thank you my friend for such a beautiful comment🌷. Reading it, was a Post all by itself here. The ‘braiding together’ … & what happens,when fear is loosed’laughter, awe in the,same breath’. Yea exactly how I feel.
      
      ‘Power arriving as a Presence’ …
      
      “compassion’s voice no longer a whisper…”
      
      Was inspired to post today’s, thank you for being such a Light❣️God bless you🌿🌏🌱
      
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      1. Johnbritto Kurusumuthu
        
        Jan 17, 2026 at 5:57 pm
        
        Thank you, my friend — your generosity of spirit is felt. If anything I offered became light, it’s because your words made room for it first. This kind of exchange reminds me that meaning is often co-created, braided between voices willing to listen as much as speak. I’m grateful to be walking in that shared noticing with you — where fear is named, compassion isn’t abandoned, and presence keeps finding its way through. Blessings back to you, always 🌿
        
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