Revealing a New Golden Age with Passion's Furious Pen!
Each soul that gave up the ghost on the killing fields of these United States is a jewel I hold in my heart as family, as the ties of ancestry breaking and knitting themselves back together again, as hope fading and bursting to life anew, as prayers uttered on dying breath, unanswered and yet answered in the reality that we are still here.Read More
I have dreams. But I am broken. I have hope. But I am shattered. I have desire. But I do not know if I can rouse myself from this desperate place with enough force to fight for it.Read More
We will find our way back to one another. And if God, if Great Spirit, can take the RED LONGING in my heart and make some good of the evil the conquerors brought to my people by making me, their descendant, a pane breaker, I think they would approve. I think my great grandmother would approve!Read More
At the end of the day, if we meet this challenge, we will create the relationship anticipated by Baba Nam Kevalam. We will identify so strongly with love and its ways that we will release entirely the illusory world of exploitation and its universality, and enter into a new world in which only the name of the beloved stands as reality.Read More
And this is the one and only lie he needs to make unassailable. This is the grandest of his efforts. He wishes to destroy the checks and balances, or at least give the appearance that he has. In this way, we fall under the spell of our own inessentiality. We fall prey to our sense that it is futile to even attempt real change or to invest in a tomorrow that may never come.
But the key to recovering from any exploitative, toxic, trauma bond is actually to begin to see the glitches in the matrix.Read More
This will not be any ordinary passion. It will be apocalyptic. It will represent our enlightenment, not by virtue of brute force control of our pain, but by situating the truth of who we really are and how truly powerful we can be right in the heart of our human dilemmas, right in the core of our human frailty, right in the heat of our most difficult emotions.Read More
Within traumatic systems, it is entirely possible, maybe even probable, that the most damage isn’t actually done by the perpetrators, but by the so-called, “bystanders.”
These are the people who are complicit. You should be able to look to them for rescue, but you can’t. They have the power to save you, but they don’t.Read More
If you will listen a little closer, I think you will find another truth waiting to be heard. This unsteady heartbeat is not an extinction cry. It is the nascent, somewhat unsteady, pulse of passion struggling to breathe in the deadly smog of futility. It is the hopeful, still alive future begging to be resuscitated. It is destiny in search of a first responder.
And who but you can place her lips upon the mouth of hope and vitality? Who but you can perform this act of CPR on tomorrow?
No one!Read More
Sit still for a moment and turn these words over deep in your belly:
The Burning Times, The Burning Times, The Burning Times.
What do they mean to your gut?Read More