The Perfect Ones

It's been a long time since I have shared any thoughts or views that are strictly my own here, in this personal and freeing setting.  I guess I have been away because I have been busy trying to survive all of the mud and shit that has been slung at me over the past few weeks, months, years know.   I am so tired and wearing down as would be expected.

I don't understand my situation very well.  I was at the top of my game and fell down here in the south and now when I try to get up, there are some very specific white people how find it necessary to kick me back down again.  They seem to derive great pleasure in it?  What is this all about?

Where does the desire, almost passion come from?  What makes them feel the need to seek out a target and start firing off bullets of aggression and condensending remarks fashioned to deminish the target's self esteem and get them to feel they have no value in the world.

Yup, those types are out there, lirking, looking for a way to satisfy their craving for your spirit, trying to ensure they can build themselves up on your tears and self loathing.  It makes their sense of superiority, so much more keenly satisfying.

What can be done?  Not a lot, just be sure never to cross this lot.  And believe me they are everywhere.  Waiting to smell you out, see if there is a weak spot in your armoury, if there is a way they can get to you and bring you down so you are beneath their feet.

Sweet they are in front of crowds.  Vipers in reality, most can see through their gaze.  All of the time, they try and justify their place, yet it all is a lie, designed to replace your souls with their synthetic causes.

I don't know if there is any help or recourse.  I don't even know if there is a GOD who cares about their practices because they have been getting away with it for so very long.

What's next?  Maybe the lives of our children?  I am sure they would like to get a hold of them and take it back a few years, so they can have ones who will keep their feet warm at night, and sleep on the floor beside their beds and hold their bed pans?  Yes, I am sure of it.  This is their true cause..

Getting us back to hence we started from, in this country of capitalism and fairness and equality..

Yes, the CSEAY and the BALL-TINES are real, beware they are from the old school of racism and proving they are powerfully influential, in a bigoted kind of way.

Seeing in a different light, another view when all seems blue. . .

Last night as I lay awake wondering about all the things I wonder about, how I will make things go on and so on, I watched a documentary on Racism in Russia and I was amazed and knew our Father was trying to tell me something important...

The report was about a group of people in the Soviet Union that has determined that racism is a call of their own.  And these people are going out and killing people of "darker" hues.  They are killing and beating people who are the same as them, but the have migrated to their country and this group feels they are "taking away" from them so they are terrorizing some who are just as white as they.

They killed a young girl. A beautiful little, nine year old girl and they killed her and one of the leaders said it was good and he was proud of what he had done.

And another young woman, studying to become a lawyer said it was good as well that this little nine year old girl was beaten to death because the child would grow up one day, and she would take some other responsible Russian's job.  So she thought of it as if it is okay to kill a young mouse, so it will not grow into a rat, and this is the same thing with killing this little girl.  It is important that she does not grow into a woman who will eventually take a job away from one of them. . .

Not only appalled am I, sickened down in my soul is my state of mind. . .

With my grandson sleeping next to me, peaceful and content in his safety, beautiful and angelic his face so sweet at six years of age, with my daughter sleeping in the other room, peaceful and safe as well, secure that the routine I was providing them would continue as long as we needed it to, with these thoughts, I realized that I was so completed and entirely blessed because I could very well be in that country, fearful for my life and for the life of my children. What if some mad, insane, crazed monster who appeared in human form, in the form of a person, of the male gender, with a shaved head and a mind filled with poison, smelling of vinegar and vomit, was close by?  Hell bent on finding and harming children, men and women for the sheer benefit of their self promotion and in the name of GOD?  This is a madness of the most menacing kind.  It is a menace that seems to perpetuate itself over and over again.  It spings up all over the world like weeds do in the most conspicious places.  Right there where it will do the most harm.  Racism lives and this is a frightening truth.  Yet, on this night, I was grateful for my existence, grateful for the distance and grateful for my self provided security, even if it is just for a moment. . .

GOD loves me, and HE will keep me safe no matter what might come in the days ahead.  No matter what, for this moment in time, I am capable of keeping my kin out of harms way and that is good enough for me for today.