The Owies are NOT always visible
When a child falls, we do not question their pain, their tears. We do not make them prove their pain by displaying torn skin, broken bones, or spewing blood. No, anyone with an ounce of care in their hearts reaches out to comfort them - wipe their tears, let them know they will, in fact, be okay.
Somewhere along those years of growth, we forgot those moments of tender care, as adults, such nurturing is seen as being weak, and for the meek. Eventually, what gets passed down the generations are cycles that grow and deepen with each rotation of dysfunction churning. That child who once would have had adults reaching out, no longer does. It is how poison works, travelling through a system until there is no fight left within. You can trace that bruise on you today back along the generations of fallen dominos and all because we refuse to face the fact, humans are flawed. Using religion and faith as an umbrella does not shelter us from storms within.
We are all living the results of that today - our mere existence has triggered one another for so long we have forgotten how to listen, how to be open to opposing views without judging a person on stereo-type or gossip. I admit it, in the heat of passionate debate or frustrating anger, I've done it. But bloodshed? No. And especially not in the name of a God, no matter whose. We get to those points by watching religions themselves and those who oppose them battle it out - the main cause for most wars, genocides - mutual pain. Those owies are not always visible. And we've lost touch with that once instinctive reaction of care and consideration - that compassionate outstretched hand to save a child and wrap them in unconditional love.
That is happening today, as it did yesterday and all the days prior. The only way we can stop it is by finding strength within to make sure every step forward is one with remembering we all breathe the same air and have been given the gift of life at the same time -don't waste it with greed and fears. Cherish it as much as that child soothed by their mother's embrace. And remember, those deep wounds are the ones that never see the light of day until connections like that are made and given a safe landing.
These words come from some dark winter months of inner struggle and grief. A pull within me from my own family lines and watching family mysteries unravel on the screen before my eyes -seeing the connections, and family trees blending into one another, and taking in the time - the era-when those merges were made.
A post I made on Facebook yesterday will sum it all up on why this is all in my head and heart right now and why I feel the need to risk quite a bit in these times of tension for even broaching the subject. Perhaps it is that pull I've always felt to the The Sacred and The Scarlet, and how to me they, combined, represented, all - the moments or purity -the moments of perceived sin - both women, whether you pray a respect to them or just know their story, dedicated their hearts in the belief of love - a man of empathy who was mocked and betrayed to death. They cared for him side by side, without question -before, during and after. Was it duty? Was it purity? Does it matter as long as man still believes they own his memory to do with as they please.
This is why we need to heal 2000 yr old battles from people who all say they love Him. We need to for Him, and for the Sacred heart of his mother who bleeds still, and yes, for Scarlet, Her heart still entwined with His. It's time to put up or shut up dear religious leaders and those who oppose them and their control.
Is it about collective ego under your umbrellas? Or for the Grace claimed to dwell within us all?
We need you to hear our prayer and truly guide the way, so that we have the strength to clean up the debris at our feet and clear a path to better tomorrows -
I disagree with Rev. Woywod, even if we share the same surname, roots and religion.. When he so passionately advocated and drew a line in the sand on Masonic organizations and other societies he was a wounded man trying to find strength to survive another day while his own family was being slaughtered by the very cycles ripping us all apart. It's time to heal that wound and bring together the sides to work towards peace or at the very least civility towards healing. Or all we are doing is creating future vicims - how much longer must The Sacred and The Scarlet bleed? Until we drown?
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