“I Could Vomit…”

Human Rights (Photo credit: h de c)

I’m sick of it.

You know about that which of I am speaking: a company, a book, arrogance, hatred, comments and non-stop judgment pouring forth from every corner.

I AM SICK OF IT!

Reading the comments people have been making; the assertions, the burying-of-their heads in the sand. To be honest, it has been a long time since my faith in what humanity could be has been so shaken.

First it was the black race that was “animals.” People espousing themselves to be leaders of their “religion” HUNG black people from trees. They beat them, and then tied them to spits and, literally, roasted them over flames while they poked them with sticks and laughed. There’s your religion – arrogance and ego and a total lack of compassion.

Then, (and now in some places), it was all about how awful it was for races to mix – no whites with blacks, that’s just wrong. Such unfathomable stupidity. What race are you? HUMAN. Skin color HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH RACE. And yet it continues.

Humans . . . people . . . that’s all we are. And unless we are killing or hurting others, (which must be addressed through our legal system, and as a matter of compassion towards victims and perpetrators), then we are entitled to share every personal liberty that is afforded to any other human.

Silence is complicity. If we KNOWINGLY give our money to an individual or corporation that forwards that money to organizations that push an agenda that would deny rights to certain groups of people, then we are surely total strangers to the energy that we call God.

It dumbfounds me. It dumbfounds me that someone could actually claim to know the energy of Creation – to have a personal relationship with that power – and then be a walking embodiment of judgment. No thanks. You can keep your religion and your indefensible assertion that you are unquestionably “right” in your judgment.

I don’t really care if what I have written here offends you. I don’t care if it pisses you off. I don’t care if you never read my blog again, or “unfriend” me from Facebook, or become convinced that I am going to hell. Here is a short list of humans who were absolutely convinced that they were right in their judgment of their fellow-man:

Hitler

Stalin

The leaders of the Inquisition

Pat Robertson

Every suicide bomber

Jefferson Davis

Apartheid

Saddam Hussein

George Custer, (and the people who fostered the idea of the genocide of Native Americans)

Osama Bin Laden

This is a short list. Are you the judge of who is worthy, of who merits civil rights, of who is going to hell? Fine. Add your name to the list. As I wrote, I am sick of it.

Cultivate love and compassion. It’s the only hope any of us have.

Many Blessings To All…

Rising Hawk

“I’ll Take ‘Sappy’. . .”

Three Sappy People (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What’s wrong with “sappy?”

Random House defines “sappy” as “sentimental.” What’s wrong with that?

Why is it that when something romantic appears on TV, or something sentimental occurs, that we become so cynical and call it “sappy” and “unrealistic.”

Picture it . . . a scene where a man and a woman, or a man and a man, or a woman and a woman, let down their defenses and admit that they were wrong, and give credit to what the other person has done to bless their life. That’s “sappy?” Well, I’ll take that over cynicism any day of the week.

Emotions, love, acceptance, forgiveness, a big hug between two people that erases the foolishness of a dispute – yeah, I’ll take that.

There is a crowd that would say, “That’s not reality at all, that’s BS.” So, maybe it isn’t THEIR reality, because they have chosen to avoid that beautiful ideal. “Sappy,” to me, is an expression of our highest potential – to love with abandon, to forgive, to admit our weakness in the face of the strength of another.

Cynicism is a disease that sucks the life out of a soul. If there is anything that I would admit to DETESTING, it is the attitude of a cynic. I don’t need that, and I don’t want it around me.

Am I guilty of being a cynic at times . . . absolutely . . . but I recognize it, and make every effort to change that attitude.

There is nothing “sappy” about love; shower it on everyone with reckless abandon. “Sappy,” honest, loving, is our highest ideal. It is the Holy Grail for which to strive. Don’t be afraid to love, to give credit, and to give thanks. Don’t be afraid to make an emotional and impassioned speech. Don’t be afraid to cry when your heart leads you there.

I’ll take “sappy” any day. You can keep the cynicism.

Many Blessings To All…

Rising Hawk

 

“A Ministry Of Potential…”

Dragon’s Flight (Photo credit: jcc_seveq)

I really, really didn’t want to.

I did not want to share the English translation of the mantra that I was blessed to receive, but I did it anyway in the previous post.

Admittedly, the English translation is far less energetically charged than the mantra itself, (which is much shorter, and flows off the tongue like a the sound of a gentle breeze or a babbling stream), but I still didn’t want to part with it. My ego said, “No, that’s YOURS, and no one else can have it.” I shared a piece of my soul, and that it isn’t an easy thing to do. But, the spiritual part of me won out, believing that maybe someone would be blessed by it. [I'm still holding on to the mantra sound itself, though . . . I'm not finished discovering all that it has to offer].

During meditation this morning, I came to realize that this entire blog, all 330+ entries, and my life for at least the last ten years, has been an eclectic “ministry of potential.”

There is no church, no formal religion involved, but I wrote a basic, “Foundational Text,” which was my first book, “Spirit of the Rising Hawk,” http://www.amazon.com/Spirit-Rising-Hawk-Through-Perspective/dp/0980234506/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top and have been going strong since then.

No, there aren’t huge numbers of people who have read the book, nor are there huge numbers of people who read this blog, but that doesn’t change anything. The Lord of the Dragons blog is a collection of encouragement, sometimes “prophetic utterances,” sometimes direct teachings, and sometimes just sharing what happens in my life as an example to others of what can happen. Life is nothing but potential and unlimited possibilities, and that is what I am usually saying in one way or another with everything that I write. And a great deal of it is tied to mantras and the power of sound/vibration.

That’s why I had to share it, and will no doubt continue to do so. It seems like this is my calling.

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD

“Dispelling Every Shadow…”

Sign warning about the presence of Sharks at beach (South Africa). The sign’s text is below. Français : Panneau indiquant la presence de requins au plage de Salt Rock (Afrique du Sud). Le texte du panneau est en bas. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All life is sacred. This I believe – but I didn’t always believe that. There was a time in my life when no life was sacred.

I killed, without remorse, up close and personal; and it was all “OK,” because my handlers, my leaders, my government, said that it was. And I believed them.

It is interesting to have to live with that. One’s perspective changes, as mine has; yet the old perspective is still with me. It doesn’t just cease to exist, it just goes to a different place. It is there, just no longer on the surface. It is like a shark that has mercilessly fed then returned to the depths. So, it is still with me.

Blood in the water; that will draw the sharks. I use the term “blood” as a metaphor. In this context, blood is nothing more than a psychological ” trigger” – a smell, an event, a circumstance, a word, a feeling, tropical heat – that draws the shark back to the surface. It’s all a part of post-traumatic stress disorder, which is my diagnosis.

This has officially rendered me “unemployable,” and permanently disabled, according to the rigorous evaluation of the Veteran’s Administration. They know what they had me do, and they know what they trained me to do, and they don’t want to talk about it, or be responsible for me reverting to that while I’m, say, bagging groceries.

What I did – when, where, how – is not the importance of what I am writing tonight. Even if I could recall it all, I would not share it – that was the agreement. What IS significant to note is that the darkness and the light CAN co-exist.

It doesn’t matter how dark your darkness may be. It doesn’t matter how deep the pit was – a single candle will dispel every shadow. Whatever may have happened in your past, no matter how dark, will fall to the light – and you ARE that light.

It is the mind that creates the illusion of darkness; the soul and Spirit are light. Brighter than the sun they are, and you can surrender to THAT when the darkness threatens, and the darkness will cease to be.

Surrender yourself to the light. Follow it, put your faith in it, and you will arise from the pit whole and unscathed.

The old maps had a legend – “Here There Be Dragons.” Fear and ignorance wrote those words. No thanks, I’ll write my own “legend.” “Here there be freedom and hope.” That’s where my map is leading.

Many Blessings To All…

 

“A Sick Trigger Finger…”

Dragon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“A sick trigger finger

Is one that one that will not pull,

When the dragon of your misery

Stands before you like a fool.

 

What is the delay?

It is just a little squeeze,

That is, unless you fall

To His illusion and you freeze.

 

Your mind is not his to toy with,

To frighten or mislead,

Your Spirit is vastly stronger,

And from it the dragons must flee.

 

The dragons belch a wicked flame,

There is no question of this truth.

But if those flames do singe you,

The permission came from you.”

 

Yes, rhyming poetry . . . such a travesty. What can I say, that’s what came out tonight. Control your thoughts and you control your life. Don’t let the dragons of fear and hate drive you. Their power is an illusion. Do not focus on the flames, or they will consume you. The world belongs to YOU, NOT them. Live in this truth.

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD

“They’re Usually Quite Lovely…”

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A beautifully landscaped design, I must admit.

I happened to notice it on a road trip today. What a lawn! Perfectly landscaped, with nice rows of flowers, and the driveway entrance was flanked by impressive stone pillars.

It would be an awesome place to live…but it was abandoned; it was a cemetery [not the one pictured, though]

The energy that had occupied the bodies that were placed there weren’t enjoying it – those energies were gone – on to their next destination. This beautiful place was created by living bodies, for living bodies, to come and be sad. Seems kind of odd when you look at it that way.

To me, there isn’t anything scary about cemeteries; they’re usually quite lovely. It is more disturbing to me to imagine how many unfulfilled, untried dreams were buried when these folks had to move on.

Each one of us will end up…well…at the “end.” Some may be cremated, some buried, some placed in a mausoleum vault – the final resting place of your form isn’t really relevant in the larger scheme of things because, as I wrote earlier, you won’t be there. You’ll have new things to do, new places to go, and won’t be coming around to make sure the grass has been mowed at the house where you used to live.

What I would love for each one of us to do, starting right now, is to begin the process of “leaving it all on the table.” Retire the weak excuses, and go after every dream that you have with gusto.

Courage; that’s what it takes – but courage is rewarded with peace-of-mind. Don’t leave those glorious and precious, God-breathed inspirations untried.

Wouldn’t it be great on that day when people gather around the remnants of your form, if they could say, “You know what? He/She totally went for it, with a smile and a word of encouragement for everyone that crossed his/her path;” and walk away inspired by your life instead of saddened by your departure?

That’s the way to depart this form…right in the middle of chasing big dreams, and bringing them to pass. Can you think of anything more fun? I can’t!

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD

“Torpedoes, Pizzas And Such…”

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Tom Monaghan founded Domino’s Pizza back in 1960.

Maybe you don’t like that brand of pizza – at the very least, you probably know someone who doesn’t. What does that mean? Not much, because as Tom Monaghan pointed out:

“You always get negative reactions. If you worry about that, you would never do anything.”

The point is that you will ALWAYS get some negative reactions to new ideas, or to your own, personal way of doing things. It didn’t dissuade Mr. Monaghan, who sold his company around fourteen or fifteen years ago for an estimated one billion dollars, (yes, that’s billion, with a “b”).

He has gone on to give away millions in philanthropic endeavors, often related in some way to his devout Catholicism, which also spurs a fair amount of negative reactions, (like most religions), which spills over onto Mr. Monaghan because of his support. None of that has stopped him from helping a lot of people with what he has earned or caused him to change what he believes.

This is a very simple message, really: forget about pleasing everybody, because you can’t. If you waited for everyone to agree with you, “you would never do anything.”

You only need one person to start, and that’s YOU, and YOUR idea, and YOUR passion and drive. With that in place, you will find that your audience will begin to discover you, and that beautiful energy will spread into greater-and-greater success. Of course, if your passion is illegal or unethical . . . well, I don’t think I need to go there; stick with integrity.

When it comes to those inevitable, “negative reactions,” live your life guided by the words of the late, great Admiral Farragut: “Damn the torpedoes!” Keep moving forward, and don’t allow a few bad reactions to dissuade you from your course. Doing so, you can be sure of reaching your destination.

Many Blessings To All…

“Today…”

Today.

SMILE at someone today It might just give them hope. It might just mean more to them than you think possible.

Is there a better gift or a more profound experience than hope…Hope that springs from and leads to the experience of Love?

Many Blessings To All…

LOTD

“It’s Back!…”

Well, thanks to several readers of my blog who receive it as an e-mail, several of them forwarded the text back to me to post again. Apparently, at least a few people loved it, and said so, and wanted to see it back up again. One said, “YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!! to all that you wrote.” I thought it was a bit of a “downer,” maybe best that it disappeared, but it seems to have resonated with a lot of people. So, here it is [with a few minor changes and additions].

 

 

 

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Probably the last post I shall make before Christmas Day.

Such a busy time.

Christmas Day, we shall have 5 overnight guests.

Christmas Eve, we shall be visiting our wonderful son and son-in-law and our Grandchildren at their home.

And then, the day after Christmas, we shall have 15 family members, (possibly more), arriving to eat and make merry.

It is a great expense; a lot of food purchased, and a lot of work. Sometimes, I ask, “for what?”

My intentions are heartfelt…I want it to be the best Christmas for everyone. I offered to host the gala…because I WANT to be the giving, trusting, hopeful soul that is all that Christmas embodies.

 

But reality for me isn’t so. In the crude parlance of the age, “my mouth writes checks that my ass cannot cash.” Financially I can manage, but emotionally…not so much.

I’ll get through it…but the beauty that I envision, the magic that I want to create is beyond me. Why? Severe, permanent, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; look it up.

Yes, I want to be the reclaimed “Scrooge.” But, the pressure of it all is a “trigger,” and I find that I struggle to enjoy the event. I volunteer with high hopes, then quickly find that I have jumped into what are, for me, raging flood waters.

I don’t see the presents being unwrapped, or the joy on the children’s faces, because I am consumed with the food, and everything being hot, and perfect, and ensuring that everyone leaves with a full stomach; It’s all part of PTSD. (Hmmmm…perhaps I can add obsessive-compulsive disorder to my challenges

There were many Christmas days that I went away hungry – I never want it to happen to a guest in my home.

It is my desire to bless.

 

My motives and invitations are sincere.

 

But in the end, I am left as a worn and beaten heavy bag. Severe PTSD is relentless; it cares not about the love that drives me to open my arms.

What can I write but the truth?

I do not ask for sympathy…sympathy will kill you.

I do not know what I want to say. Only that, maybe you are like me in some way; an overflowing heart that your body and mind are too compromised to support – but you do it anyway.

I will be “down” for a few days after this is over, and that is the truth; probably sleep a lot. Despite that, I will give until it hurts [Actually, I don't have much choice about the hurting. Despite my intent, my acceptance, and my hopes, the subconscious triggers of PTSD bring about physiological responses that I can no more stop than I can stop a speeding train].

 

And that, my friends, is the essence of all that Christ taught and lived. He suffered for the betterment of all. No, I’m no Christ, and my suffering is minor by comparison, with results far less life-altering, but at least I’m in good company.

Many Blessings, and Happy Holidays To All…

LOTD