I am floundering in a world that’s diverse
But the diversity is a mess
People hate each other even at their best
No one realises that they are the same
No one sees the similarities
It hurts my brain
I know religions and I study them all well
I follow none, on me; they do not cast their spell
But many are enchanted by their promises and their hopes
But I do not follow them; I see it worse than dope
And many do attack me, for my flimsy and secular ways
They think I don’t believe in god and that he creates
But I do, but I won’t name god and I won’t give him a sex
I do not know if they are male or female and I don’t know if our behaviour they even check
Do they care about our ways, whether we are good or if we’re bad?
Do they think there’s a code to life we must follow to be glad?
I don’t know and neither do you, so why do you follow texts?
Texts that are written by other men to control their nations via pretext
Oh I see the spell that you are under
I see it all too clear
But to tell you all, you won’t have it
At me you will snipe and jeer
Yet you will kill for your god and your ways
Though your texts they tell you don’t
You do so anyway because…?
You know not do you? You don’t!
So tell me why you’re so enchanted, when religion causes war?
When your own texts tell you not to and you do so because the law…
Why do you stand for murder when your beliefs are threatened so?
Why do you argue with your brother because he is different? Lo…
Can’t you see the mess you’re in? Can’t you see the spell?
Can’t you see it’s not just you, but other beliefs as well?
It is better not to label oneself, for the good of all mankind
It is better to live together in peace, be good and happy and kind
Keep away from the toxic faiths that turn you from other men
Turn away from those paths and then…
You will see such happy times, of peace and love and compassion
You will know then what heaven is, if you forget your violent passions
You cannot be a good spirit, if your heart is full of hate
You need to think another way, do not be afraid to cross that gate
I think you will see it is a blessed life, when you turn your hate into love
I think this is what you need to do to follow the path of the dove
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I am floundering in a world that’s diverse
You were scared to release me into the world
You said that the world would have to watch out
Watch out for what? I am not a monster
You said you were doing me and the world a favour
What, keeping me from it?
I could never understand
I still don’t
You said I am too old to learn to like new flavours
But I am not
I still taste new things
I still yearn for more
Life is better in variety
Not shutting away from it and hiding behind the door
I like things that are new
I am not afraid of differences
I embrace them every day
In each and every way
Not like you
You tried to make me – like you
But I am not a fool
Not like you said I was
I am not a fool
But you are
You have lost almost everyone who wants you
You turn them away
Because they are not perfect in your narrow minded way
You can’t stand insubordination
But you don’t understand the extent of your domination
And you never will
You sit back and cry to others, blame me for making you ill
Yet it’s you
You’ve done this to you
With your mean, critical and bullying ways
You, who never tries to mend their ways
You even said
Why should I?
If I die alone, that’s how I die
With an attitude like that, no one can do anything but sigh
That’s why I left your life
You can be nice sometimes
But you are never tolerable unless someone is perfect
Stop trying to make people perfect
You’ll lose them that way
I’ve told you
But you don’t listen
You just get in a mood
So that’s why people have chosen, to forget you
When madness steps into your life, there is no escape for you
Life becomes a parody of which you are in full in tune
Nobody can understand the way you talk and move
Nobody is sure of your behaviour of which they disapprove
Complacently you play along to their supposed normalities
But whatever you do for others, it still leaves them ill at ease
To which there is no point you see, to become like them at all
For nobody in reality is very sane at all
Nation against nation a war has begun, people prepare with their bullets and guns.
Soldiers are ready at the foot of the brawl, women weep as their children fall.
Many are mane and many die many scream and many cry all live in hope for the war to end
please not let a war come again.
It is not unknown that I have a lot of health problems, in fact more often than not my ailments these days make me bed-bound with bacterial and viral infections and my left eardrum is collapsing, which could leave me totally deaf if it weren’t for the technology of hearing aids.
However, I had decided last week to restart doing my blog regularly and concentrating hard on writing, art and photography in general because I am tired of being dependent upon an insecure government; I am also bored of not being able to work away from home or volunteer anymore, but I can’t help that as I have auto-immune-inner-ear-disease aka AIIED, which means I get about a 2 to 5 days of normal health a month, not conducive to the workplace.
I will have several new sections coming up soon on this blog about Cosmic Ordering, because I am using this to turn my life around; I’ve always been a bit of a Pollyanna which is one of the main reasons I had a lot of problems as a child, so I just need to refocus a bit. I am especially interested in Cosmic Ordering and the methods behind Ho’Oponoopono because I have been told that it is likely I will need more surgery on my ear in the future, my roof is leaking, my health is getting ridiculously bad lately, I’m poor as a church mouse and… well, basically enough is enough and it’s time for a change.
I had another small pause to my blog from my previous post because I went down with a big bang with what my GP described as severe pharyngitis (diagnosed on the 3rd February) and was told that if this didn’t show signs of getting better in 48 hours I could find myself in hospital receiving treatment intravenously; scary, I am still ill as I am typing this – but not as bad as I was and I am thankful things are getting better.
I am trying my best to stick to my plans of the Ho’Oponoopono chant and the Cosmic Ordering guides from the Mohrs and various other people – especially my very good friend Richard Gentle who has written lots of material on the subject of Cosmic Ordering, negative miracles and crystal wand healing; in many respects it was he, who gave me the confidence to start doing this and he did this a few years ago, unfortunately my life back then was full of negative people who always undid whatever I tried to do to improve myself, that is no longer the case, in fact, quite the opposite.
One of the biggest steps to changing your life to a more positive stance and being your true self, is to leave the people who do not accept you, whether they are family or not.
So I will finish now with this post, to let you know I intend to get busy and post more often.
Thank you for reading
My plans for after Christmas are to find distance or online courses to learn how to read music and actually start becoming proficient in a musical instrument that’s not piano/keyboard based; this is because my interest in song writing and composing is becoming almost unbearable to ignore, particularly as I don’t have anyone in my life who’ll cause me stress anymore (other than a 3yr old son, but he’s sweet and easily worked around).
I have found a new instrument that takes my interest and I hope I am lucky enough to do a part exchange with my electric guitar to get one, but I’ve heard to find one even in a music shop is rare, the instrument is… a crystallaphone, or as some people will know it as a glass xylophone; however it’s very likely that I’ll end up with a left handed electric guitar as a replacement (as I didn’t take my disability into consideration – my left hand has short tendons).
I am still heavily interested in watercolor painting and sketching, but I have put that on a back burner since I’ve been ill for the last three weeks, also the house needs organizing as I need to prepare a workspace for the art and the music I would like to take up. I am slowly introducing myself to small chunks of work a week, roughly two hours a time, three days a week to settle into it because I am regularly ill, hence the unemployment I am in, I can’t hold a job down, not even a voluntary placement these days. The mind and heart is willing but the body will not comply.
I need to find something that I can do from home but does not require me to use the telephone (not because I am unsocial, but because I have fluctuate hearing and regular ear infections that even an amplified phone is useless with) and despite this being the age of texting, not a lot of professionals or customers like communicating with staff via text only and most forget your hearing problems because when they talk to you face to face and you respond (because you’re an excellent lip reader) they think oh it’s not so bad.
Yes I know it’s strange that a person who has regular hearing problems wants to compose music, but there’s been others out there who have done it proficiently, so why can’t I? I believe I am right in stating that Beethoven was stone deaf wasn’t he? And one of the bee gees, he was like me, partially hearing, wasn’t he? And their music is great, isn’t it?
I don’t want to be a singer, I couldn’t take the commitment there because I never know when I am going to be sick and most of my sickness is based around practically all the aspects of the ear nose and throat, which doesn’t help for a singing life. When I was younger I trained in opera but after the age of 12 I couldn’t sing it regularly enough to be considered talented in it, because I developed regular mastoid infections which needed regular operations etc. and singing became quite painful for me literally.
So with that said, I am trying my best to make myself a creative life and I hope that when things take off I find people who are sympathetic to those who have health problems and will help me work around them in a non-stressful manner.
I question the world and its follies
I see people doing nonsensical things in the name of who they are or in the name of their god
I wonder why they do some things, I find it rather odd
But I don’t judge them for what they do
Unlike they do to me
I sit back and watch the world and I allow them all to be free
Why can’t they with me?
Why can’t they leave me be?
Do I intimidate this world of men?
With my acknowledgements of all my ken?
I don’t know
But I wish they’d see
The way I see life and they’d, then, be free
The cosmic order sounds like a cafe on a galaxy highway
A stop off point between Venus and Mars
Serving alien coffees and chocolate bars
Martians stop there every day, drinking tea and ordering cake
Plutonians stop on their long journeys too, they hope to reach the Earth’s moon by noon
It’s a funny little saying though, when you hear people shout and go “it’s the cosmic order you know”?
I wonder if it’s true, that somewhere up there, that’s what aliens do?
I am dark and I am light, we are all a mixture of these extremes
We are evil and we are good, is it worth denying this?
No one is perfect, how true is that?
One man’s poison is another man’s fat
We can’t all be the same
Trying to be, will drive us insane
What do you deem good and evil?
Does everyone agree?
I think you’ll find if you asked around only a third would see what you see
Maybe more, maybe less, maybe the same
But as I said before, striving for perfection will drive us insane
Do you agree with gay marriage? How about the man down the road?
Do you agree there’s a tortuous hell, burning up bad souls?
Do you agree in polygamy or are you monogamously straying?
Do you beat the bad dog that is always baying?
There are many questions I want to ask, there’s so many different answers
Some of us want to be rich or ballerina dancers
As you can see, not all of us
Yet our perceptions we demand on others
Do we have that right to individually smother another into our way of thinking?
I think to do that would involve a lot of stinking!
Live in peace with your fellow man
Follow your own path
But don’t forget to allow him too, in his joys let him bath
No one knows what perfection is, until they’ve allowed all things, to live in harmony being themselves and without your tongues stings
With this poem I had hoped that it would give out a message to all people to allow individuality in others no matter whether you agree with it or not. No one can understand what is truly good or truly bad, no one can know what perfection is, because we all have our own idea of perfect.
If we don’t like something, or someone, or a situation another person is in, is it really our concern? If they are happy then leave them alone. I know so many people who either bully or attack people they disagree with, you want peace on earth? Be the peace on earth!