Before a Plan must be the Hope of success. Before Hope, must be the Idea that things could change, and before that, comes the Faith that we can affect change. And after all, either we are here to learn to accept, or we are here to learn to fight it. We are not here to participate in the destruction, for certain. This might not be YOUR Truth, but it is OURS. We have functional strategies that do not require faith of any kind, just a commitment to less Harm, to others and ourselves. The transformation is along the Axis of Love, if you talk math symbols. We can explain it to others, as well, or we will try.
The culture tells you it is hopeless. We say that is a Lie. Or the culture tells you that you have to ‘fight like hell’ to go backwards. This is also a lie. Forward is the only Way. Until we hit the end and bounce back in the other direction, we can only go forward. We have been where it was worse, and we found Hope. Do you want to know how? Try this: believe in yourself. Believe the lyrics when a song speaks to you. It is. Ignore the news for it is a lie intended to sell you sports drinks. You need only Water.
We are in this together. That is what we learned in the service for which you thank us. This is only to explain WHY we thought of it, not to prove to you it is so. You did not walk with us, how could you know? Walk for a while with us and let us explain. No, that would take too long. Let us sum up.
We seek efficiency thru understanding. If it doesn’t work, fix it, or remove it from the system. There are many things we have kept that should have been left to bleach in the sun. Many of us are veterans who have learned to heal, from wounds deeper than many can see. This country needs healing, and we are here to help. We have harmed enough, for no good reason, and no good result.
Patriarchal attitudes, the idea that women are unclean or responsible for OUR actions (as men), or the idea that we have to be rescued (as women) or that we don’t need anyone else (as humans), white supremacy, and the folly of manifest destiny; all of these transgressions of truth and more are exposed and methods to remove them from our mindsets explored.
We don’t blame the person who is here today, for that is not who the culture is. We learned to forgive ourselves for things we did, surely, we can get you to understand how to forgive the culture without taking it personal. But we have to acknowledge the culture affected our mindsets, and it was not always in our best interest to let the culture whisper into our ear all of its fears and insecurities.
Can we not see how very fragile it is? People get mad at the very idea of having to entertain an idea that is not aligned with what they have been led to believe is their ideas.
We do not want you to think LIKE US. We would be happy if humans would start to THINK in terms of the security of their own MINDS the way they still should think but do not about the security of their NETWORK, for the original nodes were wet, and the most important ones still are. Let understanding guide you or let your ignorance light the way.
Fear is the mind killer. That it is from a book does not make it less true. Same with what you might read in red letters.
Ode, by Edward Elgar
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
We are the music-makers,
A breath of our inspiration
Is the life of each generation
A wondrous thing of our dreaming
Unearthly, impossible seeming…
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.
They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising;
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man’s soul it hath broken,
A light that doth not depart;
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man’s heart.
And therefore today is thrilling
With a past day’s late fulfilling;
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.
With our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry…
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God’s future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song’s new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.