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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by hitandrun1964

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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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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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 

A Fairy Tale

fairy tale |ˈfɛri teɪl|(also fairy story )
noun
a children’s story about magical and imaginary beings and lands.
• [ as modifier ] denoting something regarded as resembling a fairy story in being magical, idealized, or extremely happy: a fairy-tale romance.
• a fabricated story, esp. one intended to deceive.

Once upon a time…all the regular people in the world got together to talk. They laughed, they cried, they ate a LOT of Ben & Jerry ice cream. They danced a bit and they slept on the ground under the stars. Sure, it was a little crowded but they didn’t care. They looked at the sky and shared stories about their lives. Some had lived through war, they had been hungry, sick and afraid, others had surfed the oceans and spread their towels on the warm sand to catch the rays. Every story was different and each person told their story to someone else. They talked about work and shared pictures of their kids, pets and families. The talked about their favorite books and movies. They talked about the past and the future. They talked and they listened.

It wasn’t long before the people of the world realized they all had things in common. It wasn’t long before they realized that their governments had lied to them about the other people of the world. It wasn’t long before the people of the world realized that there were no enemies, just other people like themselves. Sure they believed in different gods, none of whom specifically told them to go out and smite the other people of the world…only men did that, the gods were out play golf and having a good time, they had given up smiting a long time ago. Yes, they dressed differently, and ate different food but those things weren’t an issue. And after a few days they barely noticed the differences in their looks. What was an issue was the enormous amounts of money being spent on war. Money that could be spent on food shelter, clean water, education and the raising up of society in general. Questions about how government officials lived, surrounded by wealth and personal protection, came to the forefront. The people of the world came to the conclusion that officials were living off of their labor, not their own. Governments did not share, they took. They took everything, including the people they loved.

After getting to know each other and after the Ben & Jerry was long gone, some of the people wrote a letter and and sent the pages through the enormous crowd. Everyone was asked to sign her/his name as well as the country s/he represented. A hush fell over the earth as people read the letter, signed it, and passed it on. As you can imagine, the pages quickly began to pile up, so people offered to carry as many pages as they could, so that none of the pages would get lost or be overlooked. The original letter was copied and attached to stacks of signatures, so that every country on earth had an equal share. The people of the earth agreed to place the letter, along with the signatures, at their governments’ seat of power. They also agreed to stand vigil until the proper officials had read the letter and understood its meaning.

The people parted with good wishes and joy and went back to their homes and their lives. Five days later they deposited the letters and signatures as per their agreement. The people of the world stood together, joined by love, hope and the dream of a better future.

The letter read:

To: The Governments of the World

We, THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, will no longer fight among ourselves. We will no longer be part of your war machine. We will not kill for profit or greed. We will not kill for any reason. You have taken enough. The earth runs red with the blood of the people, while you play games with our lives and the lives of those we love. No more. It stops now.

Should you choose to war among yourselves, be advised that we will not stand beside you, we will not assist you in any way. From this day forth, we the people of the earth, stand together as friends with love and peace in our hearts. Our children will have no enemies, only friends. The people of the world have spoken. There will be no more war.

Signed,

The people of the world

So the people of the world stood shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, against war. Many people were killed by their own governments. The people of the world were called enemies of the state, terrorists as well as other names that the governments made up to poison the hearts of the people, but the people of the world knew better. The people said that those names belonged to the those in government, not to the people of the world. And one by one, the governments fell and when they did, the people of the world realized that they had given their power away to those who had used it against them and against all the people of the world.

New heroes were made during those days. Heroes who stood strong and brave for the right of all people to live without war. Women and men held out their hands across oceans and mountains, to grasp the hands of others in peace, so that the people of the world would never again be SENT by governments to fight against each other.

There were enormous problems to be solved once the governments were gone. But the people of the world began to solved their problems together. The people of every country helped the people of every other country and their gifts, knowledge and expertise were shared. Because that’s what the people of the world chose to stand for…peace, community and friendship. They put their differences aside and concentrated on their love for their children, for the earth, for each other and for all living things. Violence among the people themselves came to an end as those who were violent were seen as aberrant in a world of peace and non-violence. And so a new age was born, an age where the people of the world chose to live in harmony. And even thought they didn’t live happily ever after, it was a start.

There are no helpless princesses, princes or white rabbits in this fairy tale. No unicorns or maidens locked in towers waiting to be saved by others. In this fairy tale the people of the world finally stood together and saved themselves.

 

 

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Okay so…why we don’t have peace…a theory

In Ireland, a beautiful country with lovely cows, sheep, people, green grass and pubs, or so I’m told, there is a war going on between the Catholics and Protestants, right?  I’ve read stories where a person from each religion fell in love (because our hearts don’t know anything about religion but they do know a lot about chemistry).  The couple was caught, their heads shaved and they were tarred and feathered.   See, hate is okay, love is not.  Years ago, I also heard about, a program that brought kids from Ireland to the US, so that they could live with a family where one parent was Catholic and the other parent was Protestant.  They lived with them for a couple of months because some people wanted to teach the children that people were okay, no matter what religion they followed, and that no one had to die because of what they believed.  I believe the program was a success and that the children were amazed to see that things could be so different.  The kids were changed by their experiences.

We look at that internal war and wonder how people can kill each other over something that.  But the thing is…they look at us and wonder how we can believe and do the things we believe and do.  It’s like this, if  people aren’t taught to hate Catholics or Protestants…they won’t hate them.  Hate is taught.    We don’t go to  war over religion, in the US because no one taught us that we should, it’s that simple.   The people in Ireland, who are fighting the war, were taught different things.  If you had been born in Belfast, a person’s religion may matter to you and you may be wearing a uniform and carrying an automatic weapon, ready to kill because someone doesn’t think/believe the same thing you do.  Wars are usually fought for two reasons, either someone has something someone else wants, or someone believes something  that someone else doesn’t like/believe.

If you had been born in a different country you would believe what people in that country  believe. This shows us that the things we currently believe are relative to where we were born and what we were taught.  We don’t believe things because they are true, we believe things because we are told that they are true by people in a place where those things are believed to be true.

We aren’t born BELIEVING anything.  We are all born free of prejudice, violence and hatred.  We are open books and the people, institutions and society we grow up in,  fill in the blank pages. Wherever a baby is born, America, England, India, Ireland…well, that’s what the kid will turn into.  A child can be born in one country and raised in another and the baby will believe what ever it’s taught by the people who raise him or her, regardless of nationality or place of origin.

Beliefs are FLUID.  They CHANGE ALL THE TIME.  We need to reevaluate what we believe because we can clearly see that we would NOT believe the things we believe if we were raised somewhere else.

Debbie and I are vegetarians. She raised the kids as vegetarians from the start.  The kids think it’s wrong to eat, wear, or abuse animals in any way.  They were taught to protect and love animals, so that’s what they do.  They choose to do it, now that they are older,  because they were taught to do it from birth.  So among the carnivores, the kids remain animal lovers.  When Justin (youngest grandson) had do draw something in art class he drew a two cell cartoon.  In the first cell a rat is huddled in the corner of a lab and a man, in a white coat, holding a giant syringe, is looking at the rat.  In the second cell, their positions are reversed.  We were all very proud of him which, of course, reinforced our belief that it’s wrong to harm animals in any way.   No one told him to draw what he drew, he drew it because of the things he was taught about animal experimentation.  Everything we do and think  started with people telling us what was true and what was not, what was right and what was wrong.

When we move to new places, we learn new things.  We start to believe different things, when we live in different countries.  We change.  We can change our beliefs and the way we look at things anytime we like.  We can do that because nothing is really TRUE, we prove that all the time.  Things that are true one year are not true the next.  And yet, generation after generation we pass down ugly things without even thinking about what we’re doing.  We create our world by the things we make up and choose to believe.  We create our world by the things we teach our innocent children to believe.  It’s always up to us. Always.  Everything that’s happening everywhere is because of what people choose to believe and teach.  The things we believe often make people afraid of each other.  We pass along our fear to each generation, no matter how misguided or unfounded.   If we taught our children about love and peace…well, I can’t imagine what the world would be like.  Not really. I also don’t think we know how to teach peace, because none of us truly knows what it is.  We are way too full of the ideas of others to even think about what we want or what we believe.

Prejudice, hatred, fear are all taught.  We could have peace and an end to violence in one second, if we just thought about each other differently.  We could end violence against women, children and animals, if we just stopped doing it.  Committees and organizations can’t stop prejudice, hatred or violence and fear because they are mindsets that have been   taught to us from birth and reinforced through actions.  As long as we don’t examine our own beliefs and our behavior, as long as we don’t see that each of us is responsible for our own beliefs and behavior, nothing will ever change.  As long as society accepts and fosters prejudice, hatred, fear and violence, that’s the world we will continue to inhabit.  But just know, that we are being fed a diet of lies and negative beliefs by the media and powerful people because there is no money in peace, but there’s plenty of it in war.

I think we might try to be different, to help ourselves.  But some of the hatred goes too deep, for some people.  I don’t see how we can stop the violence or the prejudice.  I just wanted to point out why it exists.   We TEACH it.  We ALLOW it.  We celebrate the ugliness through film, our schools, institutions, lies and our legal system.  This is our fault.  No one can change it but us.

 

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by hitandrun1964