What if…

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Kinshasa, RD Congo

What if…all the soldiers in the world were to have dinner with those they were fighting against, on December 25th.  A dinner where they would share food, pictures of their families and tell stories about the places they lived.  If they could eat together and laugh together, would they still be able to kill each other the next day?

War is about killing strangers.  If soldiers became friends would war be possible?

 

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Why is this impossible to understand?

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We are on a rock flying and speeding around the sun in a never-ending universe, UNABLE TO ESCAPE.  And yet, we hate and kill each other.  Um, does this seem stupid to anyone else?  Religion is one of the biggest triggers in the world, for hatred, division and misunderstanding.

I think if we believed in each other, rather than a made up construct who is supposed to solve all the problems, he, she or it, started to begin with, by dividing us, we would have a chance at being peaceful.  Hey, I’m just saying…  People are praying constantly and??? look at us.  Are they doing it wrong?  Not often enough?  Praying to the wrong entity?  Are gods fighting among themselves?  Do any of the gods take sides? Why would they?  When god picks the other side is it because he said, “no” to some people and “yes,” to others?  Why? Or does god have reasons we are not privy to and never will be?  Or, as people ALWAYS SAY, “well it wasn’t supposed to be”.  People need to stop praying and take action to make the world a better place.  Don’t we tell our kids, “Hey, you made the mess, go clean it up?”  We made this mess and I think silly to think anyone else should try to straighten it out.

Sayings like the above are pretty and even true but a lot of people DON’T believe we are in this together, they hate other people and want them dead.  They prove this on a pretty regular basis.   I don’t care what god anyone believes in, but as long as gods exist there will be hatred and “Mine is better than yours,” kind of garbage.

Imagine a world without gods, like John Lennon asked us to do…he knew what was going on and asked us to let go of the things that were holding us back, that’s IMAGINE is all about, getting rid of the things that do divide us and cause division and hatred.  But, no one seems willing to take the risk, to let go of the fear that there isn’t anyone to take care of them but themselves.  And there in lies the rub.  Fear.  So, while in reality we are actually all in this together, it doesn’t really matter because too few care about others.  Locked into boxes of beliefs and old hatreds we keep on keeping on.  Doing what hasn’t worked for years and years…telling lies and blaming others, praying and crying over dead kids while a bunch of people pray that things will change.  Like I said, how can this make any sense?

You know, there’s a reason religion is a TABOO subject.  Because PEOPLE START FIGHTING WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT IT.  Don’t you think there’s something WRONG with that?  Friends, family member all start fighting and some even stop talking to each other forever.  How can ideas about a god be more important that the family members in front of someone?  So, when people tell me religion is about love, I don’t believe them.  It’s a subject so delicate and horrifyingly fragile that we aren’t allowed TO EVEN TALK ABOUT IT, unless we just agree with everything that’s being said.  THINK ABOUT THAT!!!!   Then ask why we have wars based on religion.  I’m talking about it because it’s a huge problem in the world and we refuse to LOOK AT THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.

John Lennon is right, “…and no religion too.”

Peace out!

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Art for Peace

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Artists need to step up and create work that will help end war and violence. It’s up to us to follow in the footsteps of the artists who have come before us, those whose images still remain in our minds. It’s up to us to speak out through our art, even if it only reaches a few people…it’s what we have to give.

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The City Of Love

Over the last 48 hours the city of love, Paris, was turned into the city of pain and sorrow, uncertainty, maybe fear and terror. It feels like watching a Bond movie. But it’s terribly real. In times like this it’s difficult to grasp what has happened. I’m sure that there are many posts out there about this at the moment. Honestly, I did not check my Reader just yet. I want to keep my mind free of everyone else’s thoughts. This time I don’t need any inspiration from the outside.

What happened in Paris should make us think once more. We get forced into no longer feeling free or safe in our own country, we are forced into worrying when we go out. We are forced into fighting back, maybe officially starting a war, which then feeds the ones that want to hurt us.

It makes you think: We fight terror with terror. Which, frankly, seems the only way to stay on top of it, or better keep up with it. But is it really? Is it really the case that people want to kill? Is it really the case that people want to live in constant terror?

I think it’s not.


No normal person wants to live in constant fear. No normal person wants to go to war, wants to kill. No normal person wants to see their child go to war or get killed. No one! We all know that there are some pretty strange people out there who use everything they can for their cause. Religion is probably on top of the list of tools to use to easily manipulate masses. And it’s a pretty damn strong tool. It can be bent and stretched in all sort of directions, it can be defined in a way that suits every one and every cause. And it gets people to listen.

It should make us act.

By acting I’m not talking about stepping up and use firearms and bombs. It’s time to stop! Stop the wars, stop the terror. Not with violence. Violence just leads to more violence. We need to change. We need to stop hating. It’s long overdue.

We need to stop hating what we don’t understand. We need to stop following blindly what we are told. We need to start questioning and making up our mind. We need to keep being kind.

While I type the last paragraph there’s so much pain and sorrow and fear inside of me. And I hate how much this got to me. How much it does to me. As there are doubts. Dangerous doubts. What if we can’t keep being kind? What if we are forced to follow? What if will no longer be free to make up our mind, to take decisions and question?

How can we conquer terror without using force?

It makes me sad and angry that we seem to get pushed into this corner where the only chances to get out seems to be shooting ourselves out. It makes me sad that I have doubts that there will be a peaceful way out of this. But deep inside I’m angry. And I want to protect what I have and what I cherish. I want my kids to grow up in a sorrow free world, in a world where they can do what they like to do, talk about what they want to talk about, wear what they want to wear. In a world where they can be free.

I don’t want them to live in fear. I want them to see the beauty of this world. I want them to be happy.

Where are we heading? How can it be that we can no longer feel safe when head out the house although we don’t live in a war zone?

I so want to stay positive. I so want to keep seeing the beauty. I so want to believe that we can change this all. I so want to believe that we can still be kind to each other and that we can still trust our neighbor. I so want to believe that this world is a good world. I do…

When you look at Facebook today, then the French flag is everywhere. There seems to be a huge support for the France, Paris, the victims and their family. It’s a stand against those who initiated it. And although it seems like there’s a massive amount of people standing up against terror in this quiet way, I wonder what it will actually do to the ones that simply don’t care. I’m pretty sure that most of the Facebook users that changed their profile picture in a Paris related way have the same worries and thoughts that I do. And it’s sad to say that the terrorists successfully planted that seed of fear into our society.

I don’t want that fear to grow bigger. I don’t want to allow it to take over like weeds take over in a garden if you let them. Seeing the French colors everywhere is a sign. A sign that we are not willing to give up. That we stand behind the victims. That the western world sticks together. We are not ready to give up the good live we have. We are not ready to give up our freedom. We are not ready to give up love and peace and being kind.

I’m not giving up!

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World Peace~Cascade

World Peace
World Peace

Weapons were silenced

A hush fell over the Earth

World peace was a reality

~

On battlefields every where

Soldiers began to sing

Weapons were silenced

~~

Refusing to fight anymore

For lands that were to be shared

A hush fell over the Earth

~~~

Rushing across the fields

Anxious to know their enemies

World peace was a reality

They studied war no more

~~~~

© Carol Campbell 2015

 

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Whisper to Me

tell me about the quiet people
the good deeds gone unnoticed
I’m drowning in political hubris
smothered in bloodshed
tell me about the do-gooders
the selfless, help me shed
this perpetual bombardment
of negativity and hate
jealousy and rage
tell me about kindness
about gentle spirits
help me dig out from under
this pile of sensationalism
so I can see that beauty survives
tell me about the workers,
creators, inventors
I’m torn down by destruction
worn down by erosion
show me the sun and moon
the stars twinkling hope
whisper to me of love

 

Think about it…

we
have
to
make
room
in
our
hearts
for
everything
that
lives
on
this
planet

 

humans
do
not
own
the
earth

 

the
species
who
SHARE
this
planet
with
us
do
NOT
belong
to
us
they
are
not
ours
to
do
with
as
we
please

 

is
this
what
we
are
or
simply
what
we
have
become

 

is
this
what
we
were
programmed
to
be

 

the
killers
and
destroyers
of
all
life
and
beauty

 

the
wars
never
end

 

wars
against
each
other
against
nature
against
ourselves

 

why

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Blood Red

beauty

they
were
in
love
but
war
called
his
name
she
told
him
that
love
was
life
and
war
was
not
she
asked
him
to
stay

he
said
that
he
had
to
go

they
fell
into
each
others
arms
for
the
last
time

a
bloody
death
on
the
battle field
was
waiting

when
she
went
back
to
the
spot
where
they
had
said
their
final
goodbye
a
rose
of
love
was
blooming

she
reached
out
and
touched
the
soft
petals

her
heart
broken
but
still
committed
to
peace

 

This post is a collaboration:

gorgeous picture by Paul Militaru

and moving  poem by Gigi 

Bean, Pinkie and Andrew take a stand for Peace…

Bean has researched Flower Chicklets from the 60’s and is fashioning herself after them. Pinkie believes that wars should be fought only by those who start them and never include innocent bystanders, or anyone else at all.  Andrew went on his first raid two days ago where he broke down the door of the Factory Farm and brought all of the hens and their chicklets to freedom.  Everyone is very proud of him.   The chicklets stand for love, honor, acceptance, beauty, creativity, freedom and peace.  They live those things every moment of their lives.  They asked me to tell you that Red, the bird, was also for peace and all good things.  So is her flock.

 

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