Who/What is to Blame?

It is not the white man… It is not religion… In general, humans have a memory of 300 years past and look approximately only 100 years in the future… What it is is greed… Every country has a native people… Every country was built by slaves and the lowest class… North America is always heavily under the microscope because it is the baby of all countries… And that’s the broadest humans, in general, think in regards to time…

We should be lifting us, mankind, up all as one… Push forward with unity and not division in the likes of BLM and AAPI… Push forward lifting kindness, truth and love… Not riots, screaming and pointing fingers… Acknowledge that truth is no political party has the answer, no ethnicity is king or queen over another, truth isn’t “your truth” but it is THE TRUTH… And take a good look at one another and see one another as family, friend.. Not needing to agree on all things but wanting to live in harmony with one another… Harmony is a flow of many different ideas vibing in unison towards the goal of peace and love…

Find similarities and come together… Celebrate differences… Unite as ONE against greed, hate and ignorance. This is the only way forward.

a change of heart and mind

We are all sheep to something. Each of us. The question is: “Who is your S(s)hephard?”

I deleted the original… Not because I think there’s no truth to the video I posted… Not that I think the entirety of the video is truth… Just something about posting any thoughts, no matter the lean of the content, does not sit well with me… So maybe what I am saying, mostly to myself, my Shepherd is The Lord… What happens in this world I have very little control over… My shepherd will not be the manic media, conspiracy theories, social media, fear, a human, an animal, gossip, anything of the like… My Shepherd will be The One Who created the stars… My energy out put I want to be that of love and light, short of the “Down the Rabbit Hole” section (which is simply about my life with mental illness, a tender heart, full of self doubt…my personal journey) which may seem like a rollercoaster ride of sorts

…count…

what in the hell am i doing here…a rollercoaster in my heart and a pinball machine in my head…the rich controlling the narrative of the world…the famous chanting them on…lovers lucky to have one another…a wanderer walking this earth, alone, it feels is, my destiny…wise enough to know the rich are miserable beings…the famous lost…lovers feeling alone, isolated…want to scream but a release would not be the gift…counting blessings…literally…grateful im aware of that necessary act that carries one from dark moment to the other…i do not like this pain in my heart…palpable…heavy as if buried by the weight of the sea…this day, it is harsh…wise enough to know it will pass…human enough to feel it’s pain scraping like nails across a chalkboard on my heart, my mind…grateful i know how to count….