He is my brother
The town of Newton and the country need to begin the long process of healing. There has been a frightening amount of negative energy released into the world this year. Yes, it does happen every year, but somehow this one felt worse. So what to do? What is the response of rational, thinking, feeling, caring citizens?.
There is a lot of negative energy right now and the numbers of people who have died due to violence is escalating. How should we react in the face of all of this negativity? We use love and light. We walk our spiritual paths and we surround our country with white protective light.
I am talking about working on the spiritual plane right now. The government can and I hope, will handle the issues of violence and gun control facing us now. When we face people with negativity, hatred, greed or power seeking, we need to use compassion, love, and light to carry the message of love and peaceful living into the world.
The idea of meeting violence with violence is not good because it escalates the issues. Caring about other beings is vital for us as children of the Universe. Meeting violence with love is the place I think we need to begin. We need to use forgiveness, compassion as well as light and love to heal our own hearts and to prevent hearts from filling with hatred and violence.
There are a lot of people who are working very hard to doom our beautiful world into darkness. We need to be more positive, show more kindness, act with more compassion and find more of the beauty that is in our lives. We need to give more, stand up and speak the truth more and deal with our anger. We need to go to anger management or therapy. We need to realize our anger does not give us the right to react violently when we disagree with someone.
We need to praise good work and honest effort. We need to listen to the wisdom, gained through years of living, of those who have earned their wisdom from facing and dealing with the many issues that come up in the journey of a lifetime.
The Wild Rose of Praise
“Those unable to grieve,
Or to speak their love,
Or to be grateful, those
Who can’t remember God
As the source of everything,
Might be described as vacant wind,
Or a cold anvil, or a group
Of frightened old people.
Say the Name. Moisten your tongue
With praise, and be the spring ground,
Waking. Let your mouth be given
Its gold-yellow stamen like the wild rose’s.
As you fill with wisdom,
And your heart with love,
There’s no more thirst.
There’s only an unselfed patience
Waiting on the doorsill, a silence
Which doesn’t listen to advise
From people passing in the street.”
The poet Sanai lived in the twelfth century. Children laughing once again
Let Peace Happen