Myth Of My Creation

Published December 12, 2017 by tindertender

cosmic-crystal-polyhedronSitting here in the half-dark I think of you. It is quite difficult, this non-remembering. I keep hoping for guidance, some sort of sign … a little glimmer to let me know why this is, or what I came to do.

My eyes well up with inner fluids, I do not want to cry. I wonder if I’ve suffered some type of stroke, remembering grandmother after hers, as she cried for what seemed no reason at all.

I watch the world fall deeper into chaos, and I hope it is an illusion and that it is simply being seen now, more than before, and actually not worse but on the mend.

I worry at times that the human race has failed itself, even through all of its brilliance. Life suffers even though we possess great capacity for healing, for loving. We’ve been taught not to think, only to ‘do’ as told … to conform to an ideal imposed by someone else, by many others. Listening to our inner voice ~ beaten out of us, if not physically, then by mental manipulation. Some folks are so good at coercion they do not even know what they do (and then some are fully aware), and would adamantly deny any responsibility for what they give to the people around them, what energies they birth into the world.

Cycle of birth and deathThe cycle of birth and death keeps moving ’round, but I see little improvement. Technology advancements, yes, but not without a price, for the suffering of the earth and all on it are being given as payment.

There’s got to be more, there has to be a way to end the cycle of pain. But how? How, when so many will not look into their own hearts and ask the tough questions? How, when the accuser will not flip their blaming rhetoric and ask of themselves if they hold any part of it, if perhaps they’ve contributed somehow to that which they abhor.

If I say that person is a real asshat, I must also ask myself if ‘I’ am an asshat, for I know that only a reflection appears before me. So I try harder to change what is within me so that I may see outside myself, with my own eyes, and hear with my own ears, something more loving and kind.

ghost-woman1-300x225I ask questions and get no response. It’s as though my voice is a figment of imagination, somehow not real. I wonder if this is how the angels or guardians or guides feel when people fail to heed their advice, frustrated at the absolute avoidance of rational ideas, a purposeful ignoring of the inner nudges.

Determined I grow this connection, for I know this is where I go, and here … it seems no one cares too much. Perhaps it is all a figment of imagination and the work I do doesn’t exist. I am actually a dream … a dream in my own mind, a myth of my own creation.

Too Close

Published December 12, 2017 by tindertender

Sardines in a jar,
Friends who don’t speak,
Injuries needing treatment.
Long drives with nowhere to go.
A refusing of getting ‘too close’.

I'm not one
Service toward others,
An unwitting presentation.
Naive, coasting along, being.
Knowledge held back,
Sleeper knows not, they sleep.
Awake now,
Understanding sets in …
Or does it?

What Do I Know?

Published December 10, 2017 by tindertender

conspiracy-theorist-cia-label
Perhaps the sky really is blue,
Behind the white haze of man made clouds.
Perhaps the sprays really are for the benefit of sustaining life.
Maybe I am actually a conspiracy theorist when I see lands burning,
Waters on fire, and the diminishing growth patterns of organic foods.
For all one knows, the ‘rulers’ of this land really do work for ‘us’, and care.
It may be that those who cause suffering on the helpless animals
Only do so because they love humanity so much.
I could be in error when I say that this is all planned
By a sinister people, behind closed doors.
Centuries have gone by in which the tools have been
Re-created, and grand destruction implemented on an unsuspecting world.
Time is a great way to hide evil deeds from newer generations,
One after the next.
Time allows a great forgetting, and a fabrication of story
Which are lies, dressed up to make believe all is well.
Who are these who dwell in the cycle of destruction?
It appears it is all of us, only some know it, others do not.
Some day maybe those who have, for life-time, after life-time, destroyed
And manipulated the masses … some day they will fall.
The cycle, the circle which goes round and round will be broken.
It may be that the true power of the people who live with kindness in heart
Will override the greed for money and power.
Perhaps that day is near.
Underground caves which men who have stolen livelihoods
From working people to build, these must be destroyed.
Rats must have their havens taken,
So they have no where to hide from the destruction they create.
Hiding places for snakes must collapse,
The cycle must end.
Perhaps I am seeing correctly that this will come to pass.
Maybe I am not a conspiracy theorist at all.
Question everything.

Shadows In The Night

Published December 8, 2017 by tindertender

shadow-people
He walked in front of me. He was yelling to no one in particular about how mad he was, reaching in his jacket and half pulling out a billy club, and returning it, yet not taking hand off the weapon. As I walked past him he shouted some pretty nasty stuff about me … I pretended not to hear. He is trouble waiting to happen this night.

I warned the lady at the hair salon to keep her wits about her, to pay attention to her surroundings. She had to walk home, and that crazy talking man had been going the direction she needed to go. The one remaining was nervous as she was now alone, or would be once I left. There is something wrong with a company that works a schedule in which a young woman is left to run the shop alone after dark, especially here, especially now.

~ Lock the doors while in the car.
~ Keep your home locked and the windows too.
~ Be aware of what is going on around you.
~ Listen to your instincts.
~ Trust yourself.

Times are changing and there are a number of people in this world who do not have access to medications, counseling, family or friends. With the line thinning between light and shadow, much will be occurring right out in the open.

Be safe, all.

Well-being Of Life

Published December 7, 2017 by tindertender

Definition of systemic

of, relating to, or common to a system: such as
a affecting the body generally
b supplying those parts of the body that receive blood through the aorta rather than through the pulmonary artery
c of, relating to, or being a pesticide that as used is harmless to the plant or higher animal but when absorbed into its sap or bloodstream makes the entire organism toxic to pests (such as an insect or fungus)
Systemic Sclerosis

There seems to be an illness, not only in the bodies and minds of many people, but in the air, in the plant life, in the earth, in the waters.

This illness is promoted and created by a corrupt system which operates on the ill health of everything it touches.

Every system in this country is revolving around sickness and ailment of all kinds, indeed it does what is necessary to see that it births new illness, upon illness.

There needs to be an overhall of ALL systems, for these do not seem to be working.

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