Here’s a post I pub’d in FB about 10 years ago. Things haven’t improved – and there’s so much water under the bridge. This was my first posting as a ‘mystic’. At this point, I’d worked most of my adult life in the military (Army) system.
A mother’s lament
My son left for army basic training. Who didn’t hug me good bye. Relying instead on me going to a dinner at a restaurant later on.
I am so sad. Feel like despite my devotion, a failure that he choose to enter the jaws of a devil. A Machine to expose and perpetrate a path of aggression that creates resentments, pain, and disharmony in the world. Using fear as motivation. Favoring in stead to at least, start with, ‘might makes right’ in initiating for a change in influence. Bargaining for power and imposing force if necessary.
Why this worsens the world?
What is this devil?
Somewhere a little boy, perhaps eight or nine, curious and eager, overhear the excitement and drama his parents and family express after developments and casualties. They want to help. There hearts are open. Most engulfed by a visceral need to stay close to the beings who feel threatened. They will do anything.
“Of course I can. Let me!”
“No, no, …”you’re are too young”. Parents horrified to see their sons touched by this, souls pained, think “Let us keep our own anger (sadness, fear, furies disappointments and grief).
Instead hold our best ourselves up. ‘Step forward’ facing God (Allah, Ehieyh, lamb) is there for me. ‘Letting roses go’ works for me.
But the boy sees the dissonance and dishonor. “It is unjust!”, he knows. A seed is planted.
A path is settles after the emotions die down and thinking starts while (the child) rests. The seed begins to germinate. (Echoes of when eve gave adam the apple).
Perhaps the young man, hears about the battle not first hand. On U-tube. A friend. In Madrassa where his Iman wept.
in his Christian church , “ Love/obey your daddy and mommy as your god” Gotten kill them or you.”. (After they talk about Jesus).
Or Jewish – “We are better”. “We are the chosen ones”. We own Palestine (Gaia’s) land. It was decreed.* A fight for the battle of earth begins. Oil is found.
And All these stories create a tug away from love.
The plant is nurtured in anger and hate. Resentment sown for another generation.
With luck my son will be stationed on the Ebola front. He is a Virgo and by nature very clean in his dealings with the world. He would be superb as a medic. Bless those remaining orphaned and ostracized baby children. May he comfort those many tear-stained cheeks. (He could fit comfortably a dozen in his lap )
God Speed and God Bless Samuel Thomas Wyman Clemons.
Stand in the Light of Love.
*PS. No one owns the earth. Its not worth fighting over. Share.
