The Colour of Racism and the Oneness of Humanity

It is the media that chooses to promote the term Racism to obscure political, social and spiritual process. Mass media disseminates and processes information on a continual basis, programmed in relation to the political, social and economic policies impressed upon them through government regulation. The media is the instrument of social fragmentation.

The term Racism is a misnomer, as there are no other races on Earth, other than the Human Race. Racism is a deceptive political policy, devised by political and economic scientists, to disrupt social order, to conceal and justify the implementation of covert political agendas, to stabilize or improve the economic advantages of the privileged elite, and thereby maintain the political position of the ruling party. The division of societies members is the protection of the elite and the power of world governments.

Racial violence is used to distract the general public from the deprivation concealed in legislation, favoring corporate development over the survival of politically oppressed citizenry. Racial violence is ignited to justify government campaigns of public misinformation, waged through government regulated or owned media, designed to sway public opinion to favor the governing practice of elite accommodation, in political process and economic advantage, through the vilification of its intended victims. One arm of the Government portrays itself as the unwilling hosts of economic exploitation and political opponents are portrayed as the unpleasants deliberately standing in the way of economic growth. Any group can be targeted, promoted in 'racial' campaigns and designated as socially inferior or politically inept.

“Racism” is a deliberate political act, programmed to enable colonial and industrialized world governments, to justify the unequal distribution of wealth, through the vilification of their intended victims. Verifying the faulted reasoning, ruling governments present to the general public, regarding the unjust distribution of wealth, derived from confiscated resources belonging to their victims. Vilifying the victims, enables a government to establish them as detrimental to the public peace and general welfare of the state. Why would a government capable of the mass manipulation of public opinion, through this process, find it necessary to deal fairly with their victims and share, on equal terms, the wealth in future economic prospects. This prejudicial political process, allows governments the freedom, to discriminate against a people, to acquire their resources without payment, fair or otherwise. Government sponsored, socially engineered programs are used to misdirect public perception as to origin of social issues, thus 'race card' is depicted as innate to various ethnic traits, groups and social classes, to confuse public reaction to social issues and enhance social division through misinformation.

Many Individuals make a lot of Money using their personal 'Race" card and will not want to give up their special but Natural status. The word race is a singular term that refers to a singular family of man, with a common ancestry, of spiritual and biological descent from the first man and first woman. A pluralized term for race, in reference to mankind does not exist.

Ignorance and prejudice are not spontaneous or natural occurrences, they are choices. Racial prejudice is conduct-based, racial superiority, instilled through example and not behavior learned through previous experience, as it is said to be. Ignorance is not an inborn hatred nor is it an excuse for not knowing the truth. Ignorance is choosing not to recognize the truth. On every level of social strata, government to citizen, landlord to tenet, employer to employee, racism and ignorance are subtle political and business techniques, directed, practiced and rehearsed. When racism and ignorance become techniques for hiring, selling or legislating it is discrimination. Discrimination is not discernment, nor is it wise, as those who practice racial discrimination would have you believe.

The World is crying for positive change. Each of us has a responsibility to everyone else to act as instruments for change. Change is a Choice. Society must choose to work together in more Enlightened ways, as we are now threatened with our Kinds extinction, through various global problems, depending on whose view one wants to focus on.

To rid the world of Racism, with one small step, groups of People have to start standing up by identifying themselves simply as HUMAN BEINGS, members of the Earth, humans sharing the Planet with others of their KIND. We are born to the One Race, the Human Race.

This will not eliminate the Hatred that has been taught and promoted by many over the decades. Knowledge is Power. Truth is the Light that changes perceptions. Love can and always will change the World. Peace.

Major Religions and Universal Spiritual Paths expressed by Numbers

0-representing the Great Spirit and Sacred Circle of Life
1-representing Oneness and the Eye of Wisdom, Monotheism
2-representing Taoism, Lunar teachings, the Yin/Yang, Aztec twins, Dualism of Zoroastrianism
3-representing the Trinity of Hinduism and Christianity
4-representing the Medicine Wheel teachings of Native America
5-representing the Pillars of Piety and Truth of Islam
6-representing the Magen David Shield or Star of David of Judaism
7-representing Perfection, Sabbath and Spiritual Enlightenment (Sufism)
8-representing the eightfold Path of Enlightenment-Buddhism and symbols for Eternity and Infinity
9-representing Nine stories of Heaven (Pagoda) of the Shinto and
for the Baha'i, Nine is sacred to "Covenant of Bahá’u’lláh"
10-representing the Ten Sephirot of Creation of the Kabbalah
.-representing the Sun teachings, Fire and Purification, Panentheism/Pantheism

By this time, in order to respect One and Others, to Love our Neighbors we should be understanding of the different Paths to God and Oneness. There are many more Spiritual Paths that are followed. Respect is the First step to Peace and the re-establishment to Heaven on Earth. The Creator God has a colorful Garden of Love. May we soon come together as His Beautiful Harvest.

Love Always and Live Forever. In Peace.

Walking Softly

To Walk Softly is the knowing that you arrive here naked with everything and you leave here naked with more and what you need to acquire more should be as little as possible over your entire lifetime.

Love Always and Live Forever!

This is me hidden in the Himalayan Pine Tree's branches. Can you see the other Spirits hidden in the trees? This was not touched up or doctored. It is the real thing.

This is my GrandMother and my Great GrandMother in the front seat of the car and my Great, Great GrandMother and my Great, Great Aunt in the back seat. Women of the Past.  The other is my Grand Father and Grand Mother.  Awesome!

My Secret Friend

When I was a little girl, I had a secret friend. My secret friend taught me all sorts of fabulous things. My secret friend came to me in the dream world. The dream world was the place “between”; between the spirit world and the physical world I was supposed to live in. The dream world was to me real or more real, than this world. If I had a problem or didn’t understand something from the day world, I just had to lie down and close my eyes and night would guide me. I would pick a star, a star that was hidden behind my eyelids and light would grow and I would find the help I needed.

An after noon nap became a time to dream and visit the stars and float away. To me this was a normal part of life.

If I try to describe my secret friend, I have some trouble. Words are flat and my friend was multi-dimensional. Just like words given notes, when sung, begin to grow and float in numerous ways. Trying to describe my secret friend, much like the descriptions of other great beings, lose their fullness and power, unless experienced.

He, my special friend and I knew it was a He, came to me in different ways. Sometimes as a voice and guide, something deep inside, other times he took form, and came dressed up like a boy, or sometimes as a father figure; an old man and sometimes like a sea spider or an octopus. Later he and I became whatever was needed in the dream, in the moment. I really never gave much thought to his form until I was an adult.

I can remember the day my secret friend told me he was going to leave me alone as I had learned enough to find my way alone. I was terrified and I remember pleading that I was afraid to be on my own. We had had so many adventures and I knew that I would miss him dearly. The fateful day came and on that last visit he came as the giant sea spider, which explains my great love of spiders and for the stories of the time of long ago when we knew the gods in other forms.
I was told that day, to listen to the Holy Voice and to my inner choice and remember. Remember what, I did not know.

This morning as I was reflecting, I recalled a vivid dream. Before going on I should explain, as a young girl I knew that in the dream world I could go wherever I wanted. I had no boundaries, there was nothing I could not, do. I could travel, fly, leap and bound, sleep and rest, play and jest, and I had special places that I could visit and if I wanted I could play in a dream and rerun it later or change the scene to make things better. The dream world was my domain. Though sometimes there were dreams that came as instruction and those were given to me for meditation and reflection. I knew that dreams were of different kinds. That some were so special that they were to be hidden way deep inside of me, like special treasure. That someday I might be able to share, and I would know when. Then there were the beauty ones, the ones that were of such dimension, colours so bright you thought you could taste them too, with sound and silence, profound in depth, that were never forgotten, held in the soul as visions for life. So many understandings of dreams I knew. Some dreams you could share with others, like the day dreams and the desires. Sometimes people talk through dreams sharing in sleep and traveling together. Some dreams heal and others are like a gathering of mail. Some dreams warn and others frighten, but for the most part, my childhood dreams were filled with adventure.
In the vivid dream, I recalled today, I was still the happy little girl that thought children spoke a different language than the adults, until we grew higher than their thighs. When we grew taller we would fully understand THEM (the adults). In the dream however I could understand everyone the same and in this dream I was leading a group of people, adult people with their caravan of tents, food and animals. The adults were looking for a secret and sacred place, a valley they could live in, and a very special mountain. I listened to their description and I knew, I knew the place.

I t was The Sacred Mountain, a favourite place, I knew. I knew where it was and I volunteered to guide them.

After much debate and discussion, they agreed to let me take them there. So we walked for many days along a desolate, dusty landscape. Then one day when they were ready to turn away, I saw the mountain up ahead. It was hidden by the clouds behind some other peaks I knew. So we travelled on, as the caravan people could see the mountains too. Then a funny thing occurred to me. As the sun beat down and tempers rose, I knew these people had bad hearts, heavy thoughts that kept them from really seeing, their reason not what it was supposed to be. I grew a little afraid then, for I didn’t want the special place behind the sacred mountain to be harmed by the people of the caravan. As we approached the Sacred Mountain they became more disagreeable, and impatient. Soon we were standing at the base of the mountain peaks. I stood and pointed to the Sacred Mountain. Then a funny thing happened. They became annoyed with me for pointing to something they could not see.

One man grabbed me roughly and shook me hard as he yelled questions about the sacred place. I looked up and could see the mountain right before us. It slowly dawned on me that they could not see what was right before them. On that I wondered and then my heart lit up with joy, for I knew they would not find it. I knew that I would remember where it was for all my life and that it was safe from them. I left them standing in the dream.

After that as I awoke I heard a voice that told me this was my gift and no one could take it from me. I know that place as real and this one an illusion. I can still see the Mountain and know a few other light hearts have seen it too.

I do not miss my special friend for we were reunited when my heart re-discovered Him, in a new Awakening; when I was washed with a Blissful Blessing and recognised Him in another form, as the Holy Spirit.

That is another story.

Word Free Day

Once again I have been thinking of all the noise and by noise I mean the noise of WORDS. Everyone uses words to form an opinion. Opinions flourish on every subject. Every subject is built and dissected through words. Colorful, expressive, masterfully artistic, plentiful words. So plentiful in fact, that whole thoughts get lost in the great telepathic ball of technology and space. Imagine if we could actually see words, like in cartoons, floating in bubbles or on streams of air; waves, tidal waves of words, shaped and growing as the living entities that words can become. We would have no room on the earth or in the sky, for words have grown so massive that they squeeze actions to death.

Some of the words spoken, sung, written, painted, and pictured die quickly. Some are repeated often. Other words used repeatedly, seem to lose the power that was once bestowed upon them. All of these words make a clamorous cry, needing ears to gather them up, sucking and storing them in cavernous minds and hearts that have long ago stopped believing in the hollow echoes of so many words made callous by over use. Words falling in wordfalls (like waterfalls) drowning out other words. Too many words form thoughts filled with the spirit of lies, false pretences designed to soothe. Now one can choose which falsities one wants to listen to and which soothsayers to follow. Words of choice to tune in and/or to tune out. Words filled with truth now sound loud, harsh, and inharmonious, except to the most discerning of ears. Seekers want to be entertained more than enlightened.

Words were once Sacred; for they stayed on the tongue for long periods of time before being shared for strengthening the bonds of love in Families and keeping safety in Nations. Words when used properly and for good purpose have God Almighty's great Power endowed in them. The power enables words to change helplessness into hopefulness. Words hold blessings. Words attract. Words give power to Intent. Through the thoughts held in the power of a word all life was created. Words manifest. What matters to your heart, physically manifests in your personal world. The Spirit of your Heart, can be understood by the Words of Love, that rise up and are shared with others. As the energy of your thoughts enters the 4 scared chambers of the Heart, it dances a sacred dance, a holy dance. This is why, what you think, matters to your heart and what you feel, matters to all life, for what the heart feels, energises that which is shared by the tongue, and what the tongue shares is so very powerful! The tongue holds power (control) over life and death, when ruled with compassion. When compassion and mercy are forgotten, the tongue can cut you so deep that healing can be rendered impossible. Many emotional wounds have been inflicted by tongues that wag without the mind and heart.

Through words we seek answers for all of the troubles of the World and worlds we share in.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a day, a whole day when we all shared not one word. A day of reflection. A Word Day. A day that might bring answers to questions that have been over stated. A day when we weighed some of the words that float around. A day of listening for the echoes of words that hold power. A day of seeking words of depth and meaning. A day to hear the Spirit of the words that have permeated into our pores and polluted our hearts with hardness.

I would like to declare a Free the Word day.

Did you know that it will be our words that will bring judgment upon our heads? Each word we have shared speaks volumes about the Beings we are. Words are filled with Spirit, holy or otherwise. So reflect on the words that hold your world together and if another's words shake the world you live in, know that your world is built with a false foundation.

It is only The Word of Truth that can set you free!

Peace.