Today I started my day by reading three different stories where incidents had occurred between a woman and a man. The man was definitely in the wrong in each story, providing that the stories were accurately reported, but what struck me was where each story led. Three different writers all ended up with the same theme, one man did a bad thing and therefore all men are bad and women were cautioned to expect the exact same incident from any and all the men that they know.
This seems to be the norm now – the idea that a man is a rapist/pig/stupid/violent/abusive animal, incapable of participating in the same world that women occupy. The jokes are no longer good-natured and funny. Instead, there is a decided barb to every comment women seem to make about men. Women are even translating that into promoting and celebrating violence against men.
I sometimes wonder if people assume the only reason we should tell the truth is a legal or a religious one. Do we understand the importance of the truth as an energy that flows … or is stopped? Do we understand that the person lies hurt the most is not the intended victim . . . it is always ourselves. Continue reading
Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C. said, “A friend is one to whom you can pour out the contents of your heart, chaff and grain alike. Knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”
There are times when people come to us and tell us a tale of an incident between them and someone else. We listen and become angered for them, shifting our feelings in alignment with their position. Soon we are feeling the exact anger towards the person over something that never happened to us – but in the telling – our emotions have been coaxed, and we stand with our “friend” on the distinct side of a line. Continue reading
I get tired of people blaming things on other people.
My life became so much less complicated when I finally accepted I am totally and completely responsible for me. I may not get to control everything that happens to me and gosh knows there are a lot of horrible people out there volunteering to be nasty and mean, but I sure as heck get to control what I ALLOW to impact me. I wouldn’t allow some stranger walking by to step into my house and tell me how to decorate, why on earth would I allow them to have any influence on who I am as a person? Continue reading
The only thing that can ever die is that which is a lie. Truth stands forever. What is real stands forever.
At the end of this life, we lay our bodies in the ground, because they are not real. They are not us. The real part of who we are continues on, freed from the confines of a physical body.
We talk of valuing life but it is not the shell that is worth fighting for, it is the spirit within that we are honouring. In life, it is the lies that we must conquer. We must see the truth. We must see what is real and we must fight for it, and expose it, and honour it. Continue reading