We see plain what happens when the mothers are dominated. The earth and the heart of the collective begins to whither and die.
… In the same space.
One who identifies with and speaks with the body and sexuality, the other who lives from and shares from innocence, almost naïveté.
One feels toxic, like it’s hiding something and manipulative, the other Light, happy and transparent.
One acting from the root chakra, the other from the heart.
To each their own.
We’re all at various stages of “the game”.
I would turn on the TV but it’s so embarrassing
To see all the other people I don’t know what they mean
And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound
But now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down
Turn it around
“It wasn’t me”, says the boy with the gun
“Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Cause life’s been killing me ever since it begun
You cant blame me cause I’m too young”
“You can’t blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn’t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It’s the killing on this TV screen
You cant blame me its those images he seen”
Well “You can’t blame me”, says the media man
Well “I wasn’t the one who came up with the plan
I just point my camera at what the people want to see. Man it’s a two way mirror and you cant blame me”
“You can’t blame me”, says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on. “It’s only entertainment and as anyone can see
The smoke machines and makeup and you cant fool me”
It was you it was me it was every man
We’ve all got the blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hells what well have
And I would turn on the TV
But it’s so embarrassing
To see all the other people
I don’t even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
But let everyone down
And now this world is gonna hurt
You better turn it around
Turn it around
Positive thoughts and attitudes break the “magic” of the suffering “program”.
Be your own Master.
It is said that when Creator was giving a place for all the spirits to dwell who would be taking part in the habitant of Mother Earth, there came a sound a loud BOOM, from off in the distance.
As Creator listened, the sound kept coming closer and closer until it finally it was right in front of Creator. “Who are you?” asked Creator. “I am the spirit of the drum” was the reply. I have come here to ask you to allow me to take part in this wonderful thing.” “How will you take part?” Creator questioned.” I would like to accompany the singing of the people. When they sing from their hearts, I will sing as though I was the heartbeat of Mother Earth. In that way, all creation will sing in harmony.” Creator granted the request, and from then on, the drum accompanied the people’s voices.
Throughout all of the indigenous peoples of the world, the drum is the center of all songs. It is the catalyst for the spirit of the songs to rise up to the Creator so that the prayers in those songs reach where they were meant to go.
At all times, the sound of the drum brings completeness, awe, excitement, solemnity, strength, courage, and fulfillment to the songs. It is Mother’s heartbeat giving her approval to those living upon her. It draws the eagle to it, who carries the message to Creator. It changes people’s lives.
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