Tag: evil

December Dare!

^{Narnia Lights, at a wee holiday; who knows what we will see if we crash thru’ wardrobes of our own limitations? @PalmMeadows}

Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late.

There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace tried to take great pics and staying warm. There are rainbows and there are rainbows; this one spread over our 360° like a double Statement, a strong Arm in the sky, a mixed message: a Storm of Grace.

_{We get Comfort from our habits: then fear looking at what turns us to clay. Our spirit must continue – we choose where}

Dad once said,

“^{There will be reasons why some hate others. In this life you will never know maybe. We feel lesser than others. Some are taller, stronger, some are wise, some are clever. All these people cannot get along. You’ve got to manage hatred. With Time you will.”}

What did he know back then of what would be Now? How do we manage Hate, without letting it manage Us?

_{Let there be Light. Let. Like a Tenant. Rent the sky forever, or even whenever. Get it inside. Watch Showers}_{Fall : like meteors in the dark. Let our original essence return to us.}_{This day was made for its hours: create not curse.}

This 1st of the month am challenged to:

Be still
Shed hurt, like oldfeathers, (even the shifting shadow of a navigating bruise). Refuse to linger on cruelty; pursue kindness.
Know my own self, be true there. Find the wings in my heels, shoulder blades.
Go Roller-blade away emotions flung from a darkness with no legit name
Remember we are not warring each other: flesh and blood but rebel powers of a dimension we are too blinded by visibility to decode
Be still and know He is God. Relish the Presence of that Still voice, sans pride
Do not react in rage. Haters love rage. Respond to HIS Stimuli. Ask for the Mind of Christ. Beats me how but this is a dare

^{The Burden of Love, is Light. It pursues darkness, baring Itself, stopplessly.}

We might speak with the syllables of angels and tout our sweetness, but look in His Words and know you are loved.

I’m asking nothing in return Toja. Except your / my peace with God. Peace with God.

_{am praying the Resurrection power of Him, to detox Us from discontenttment. Peace is misunderstood. It can severe satan from my hater: just by me continuing to be me with Christ.}.

^{We were born to love, defend each other, share meals, run together, wipe each others’ tears, mend each others bones, go with hinds feet in the very mountains that now divide even the children after us .}
^{(Art Kitsy Ruth my lovely child)}

I pray dear Toja, not that you will love me back, cuz that cannot be demanded. There is a Thing greater than human bonding, crimes of de-humanization : It is Peace with God.

I wish us Peace with God.

☘️

Innerdialects

What d’you say @the first rainbow?

Opinion: tag

The child had no clue how to respond to information being given her: whats – ‘they, she, he’? – why is the rainbow now six colors ? ‘

Via Zoom, I’m asked suitable reply to this kid; who’s kindergarten friend solemnly announces that a boy can now marry a boy.

I made this vid., …ues theres new words from gender fluid and ‘cat identitities‘, with baby wardrobes following suit; things I say might make an ass of me, so in case we forgot, here goes: the Story of the first rainbow:

FMF Writing Prompt Link-up :: Opinion

‘Go to the ant thou sluggard,’ He said

At the Pet Sanctuary we met Hedgehog with soulful eyes (tattoos belong to Guide).

*Hedge hogs are camera shy, did you know???*

*he curls into this* 💜 *with Alpha skills at enduring camera lens!*

Silver peasant– the male is way more “Dude” than missus. She is”plain” for camouflage against predators as she tends their young. Male boy is cuter – so he can distract roving evil eye, often even giving his life for her & their babies.

…later we are told the handsome iguana has whiplash tail that can break bones.

*Maya*– rescued with her mate from local street. Someone let their horses go?

Sir Guinea Pig. (Global Pharma/Cosmetics and Psych Labs: why endanger these beauties?)

*..every chitter said the same thing, that we humans saw too little of the Creator in all our doings/ undoing;*

“*What can I say?”* I asked Sir Guinea. “**God is good,**“he replied. “*Eden to here, He’s good all the time. Wish you could see it from my centimeters. Y’all too tall.*“

Outside Prani Pet Sanctuary, ‘*long necked rushes’* we took home👇🏼

Everything reminds me of the Matrix of Things hidden from human reasoning;
of a Single Hand that meshes all Species in one stroke.

🌿

Every piece of Light and Thought, all War & Crime,

Evil itself reflects what it opposes. Violence turns our eye on Peace, Hate drives hard a case on Love, Disbelief singularily champions a running away from Belief 👉🏼in the very Thing all Creation points to.

When we go out into a universe full of Footprints of the Unknown,

It stares us in the face – this Oneness written into all Living Features:

patterns of Interaction, of Bonding or not, of Phonetic / other Exchanges between the bars of Cages and Pens

things we are not prepared for, things that happen when a rabbit and turkey, gosling or rescued pony meet your whisper, with a sound that can only be described as the Language of Creation~

in syllables that connect us all in one shared Room called Planet Earth;

each of us with unique fingerprints and more ‘unique’ we haven’t even begun to know,

🌷🦓🦗🍂

every eye and tongue of us flora, fauna and homo sapien: inimitable, no matter the sophistication of stem cell theories and other.

The older I get the more gawk-eyed I am, about how little we care about where we’re headed after we leave all this-

that world beyond what human iris can now see,