6.4.25 - The vows we make

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I vow to write two entries in the blog for the rest of the month everyday - AT LEAST two entries. 

For my own mental health, I will transform the sorrow and heartache I feel about Gaza into a positive power. The heart is a spinning vortex. We are linked. We are all linked. Even those crazy people who appear to have no heart. To have no sense of heart intelligence coming through. The damaged and the broken, and the smothered and the lost. These people need to be prayed for. I will pray for them. This genocide has gone on for so long now that it is clear that the people who justify and participate in it and in some kind of an oubliette. I used to be so angry and feel such hatred towards them. Fuck em I would say. I wish they would die.

I now know that it has gone on for so long now and these people do not possess the slightest warmth of humanity. They are empty howling souls. They do not possess the same kinds of hearts as it were. But I possess and heart and the blighted people of Gaza possess a heart and the beautiful people which support and love them possess hearts - and our hearts will join and I will light the hearts and try to reach them.

So I vow to pray for everyone.

I vow to no longer waste my life consumed by sorrow. I have sorrowed for 18 months. Most especially for the last three months. That was very very bad. It was awful. I am not wasting time there any longer.

We are all waking up and the mad people want us to continue to sleep. To consume when there is nothing on this planet which will be able to satisfy that gnawing hunger. It is seen in the faces of these tech billionaires. They are all strange looking. They appear stretched. Their skins are thin, like their egos. Their stares are vacant. Not all the tea in China nor the money in their coffers can buy them peace. They have reached the pinnacle of a mountain and discovered that it is made of rubbish. From the bones of the dead and the dying. That for a short while people were entranced by what they offered. but it was hollow. It wasn't real. Social media was not sociable at all. It was toxic media. It was poison. It will be renamed into antisocial media. It did not connect people, instead it connected the most venomous parts of them. The parts which wanted to exploit others, which preyed on someone's insecurities, parts which promised everything and delivered naught. The parts which linked those who were hating in hatred. 

Maya

Money

(Antisocial) Media

Monsters

The promise of all and the delivery of nothing.

It is so sad. They have thrown all the toys out of the pram. 

It has now come to this. Perhaps it is not so bad. Everyone understands now. They understand the insanity.

I vow to continue to lead the simple good life. And I vow to continue to do good for everyone.

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