You know you love someone when you know you want them to be happy,
even if their happiness means that you are not a part of it.
I am approximately 3/5 of the way through my mortal journey, and I am tired. I have pretended to be a citizen, but I am trapped in a land I do not understand. Somehow all these free people are Hell-bent on destroying as many lives as possible before they go. This surely is the definition of evil. In this place, where all the peace and love of the world could once be found, if only among us unawakened whites, there remains only hatred and fear. They thought it was okay, I suppose, because they projected their hatred, at first, to the farthest corners of the planet. They killed millions, but I never saw a dead person with my own eyes. But now, they are getting closer. The hatred is here, and it is spreading so quickly. I see it in their eyes. It must fill their souls to overflowing. It seems they all hate, all these people that used to love. It is not enough for us to love one or two, but love is for all of humanity, all of the people of the world, is it not? Do not all people love? They surely do not breed with hate in their hearts; there are poets in every culture. No other human being has a reason to hate me for what I have done, which is to try to live my life without telling them they are wrong. But they are wrong when they hate, and still I feel I must not call them names, or curse them. Even the most hateful ones must still love someone, somewhere. But maybe I am naive. I think I could find love, though, in anyone if I spent enough time with them.
I do not want to think about hate. I do not want to explain it or understand it. If I did, I might be able to know why so many now hate me, an innocent.
They tried to teach me in school to hate, but I have now rejected that learning. What about Hitler, don’t I hate him? No, I do not. He is merely another filled with hate. I do not understand him. I cannot forgive him, for that is not my role. I choose to not think about him very much. I think about those that controlled him, and the many Americans that used their greed to look the other way while he tried to exterminate people different from him. So I did learn a lesson from Hitler’s example. I learned that if your heart is filled with hate, that you do bad things and your life becomes not worth living. I think that greed must be considered hateful, above all else. And greed is what enabled Hitler. The greed of bankers and industrialists and people already wealthy enabled his evil. I think it has always been this way. I think capitalism is just organized greed, which probably explains the military, which in the history of the U.S. has been expressed as organized hate. Organized greed using organized hate. This is what they have done with freedom? There were so many better choices that might have been made. This is my country, but I am not a part of it. I offer love, only. They must not know how to set the price on love, which maybe explains why they keep rejecting things (and people) that are free.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud. It does not dishonor others,
It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
– Corinthians 13:4-8 (NIV)
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
– Martin Luther King, Jr.
My country found its love once. Where is today’s Martin Luther King, Jr? Maybe they killed him already.
When the President signs the NDAA act which allows for “indefinite detention” of citizens without formal charges or without the right to a lawyer, it should be utterly clear that the boot of Soft-Core Tyranny is now on our neck. And that unchecked and almost unnoticed power continues to grow at an obscene pace. Examples of this are the militarization of small town police departments, the unending malignant growth of the Department of Homeland Security and the cessation of Posse Comitatus which keeps the military from being used as a domestic police force.
As a further example, the federal border patrol troops.
It may be time to consider what that would look like.