How often do you catch yourself saying, “I’m not perfect”, or “It isn’t perfect, but it’ll do”.

When young it seems that many see their flaws. People are so focused on their imperfections they fail to see the beauty in themselves. Society looks at them and validates their opinions about lack or insufficiency, rather than encouraging and uplifting.

Fortunately, no-thing in this world is perfect … or what we’ve been told ‘perfect’ is. This fantasy people have built in their minds of what things are supposed to look like usually causes disappointment and gives rise for complaint … about themselves, and about the world and those in it.

Life … it is not perfect … and that is exactly what makes it so exquisite. It is the one thing in this world that is simultaneously both … Perfectly Imperfect.

The poor Bumble Bee was just added to the endangered species list … poor human … the majority have no idea that their lives are being exterminated. Proof of this is everywhere as insects and other animals become endangered and then extinct. Life is dying all around us, we see the evidence in the sick and dying forests, and the animals that once lived there, no longer found in the abundance they once were. Silence ~ it surrounds us when we dare to immerse ourselves in the wilderness. Once we step away from the city, it is eerily quiet in many places.

A man writes a song, musical notes and lyrics. It’s more than simple notes and words … it is a story about the love he has for a woman, he would do anything for her. He writes it, sings it, records it ~ decades ago. Today when it is heard by others it may tickles the ears and spark emotion. There are many who this song has an emotional affect on. All experiences are different and depend on current circumstances, health, or happiness. In this manner music transcends time. As emotions are stirred decade after decade, people are linked to the artist, the their story, and to its affect on them. With this, all who listen are transcending time, all linked with energetic cords.

Can you imagine being an artist with the task of coming up with original songs and sound after decade upon decade of people creating music?

It may seem that things are getting quite extreme … people have always gone to extremes. More people being extreme makes it more pronounced, easier to be seen or heard, but it is nothing new.

If people truly understood the mechanics of the mind they would know that what goes in also comes out and they would be more careful about what goes in. Television is garbage nowadays, but then I’ve never been overly entertained by those who pretend to be someone else … and to think this ‘skill’ is being paid millions in the box office. It’s absurd (my opinion) although I must say I loved the Wonder Woman movie and a handful of others.

Soon it will become apparent to many people that what they have been hiding is actually seen, and they will let go of the story and allow the reality of what is to emerge. For some, this will be destructive… heck, for all of us it will be destructive, for the illusion will come crumbling down and the basics will be what is left. There will be a lot of things emerging which were stuffed and hidden, altering previous behaviors will be intensely uncomfortable at times. It will happen … whether people fight against the changes or not. Better to learn how to flow, like water … practice swimming, not sinking.

Destruction is all around us, it is also happening within us as we ingest toxic foods and breathe toxic air. It has the appearance of being extreme and wrong, it feels extreme and wrong as people become ill, and perhaps even die. While this is being orchestrated people deny its truth, no one wants to believe that such sinister agendas exist, it’s hard to imagine for in the hearts of the majority there is song, there is love, there is care. Innocence cannot see the destroyer for the destroyer does not reside in their heart. But once the destroyer gets ahold of them, they plant seeds in that heart and those seeds fester and cause infection, spreading like a wild fire … and this is the state of the world.

Is it imperfect? Or is it perfectly planned?