LunarRay
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Originally posted by: Moonbeam
Everybody was killed in childhood, destroyed by words and hate. That fear, the feeling of being worthless got buried deep deep deep. Every person is a raging psychotic when those memories threaten to surface. Because of them we can't afford to feel. Because we are terrified of our inner reality we seek release, a sense of aliveness in ways that take us close. We long to re-experience our terror because then we were alive, but we can't do it through memory so we do it proximately in life. We are like moths drawn to the flame of feeling, of terror hate and war. In life we are the walking wounded, the living dead. But in war and terror we come alive again. This is how we will go extinct. We need to die to know. But we would rather act it out than remember. It's why we create the bomb and germ. Humanity has the choice to wake up or to die.
What of those nurtured in childhood and who as they age emit love and truth. Surely, they did not die nor are they benefitted from the re-experience of childhood in that they evolved from the seed to the flower and fed not by hatred but, by love. I propound, it is in them is found the salvation, the escape from the horror of which you speak.
How can one be found you might wonder. Where are these to be emulated found? Look to the deeds! Words are just words but, deeds require doing and doing requires energy. If the deeds are pure the energy too must be pure. Look to the deeds and see life and not death, Salvation not extinction.
There exists another flavor as well. The unnurtured but healthy folks who have fought and won whatever inner war and turmoil that besieged them. They cannot be distinguished from among the population of the loving. Their deeds are no differen't. No less good, perhaps even better. Having been to hell makes one acutely aware of the pain of hate. So I say, Look to the deeds and if they are good let them flourish if they are bad ... pluck them like the weeds they are.
