love is the universe, love is God the source

We are the salt, love is the ocean, love is the sky, love is the universe, love is God the source that creates, that sustains this and all universes, every life, your life. Love is in every grain of salt just as much as it is in every universe. See the love, the miracles unfold, through the winds, through the storms, in the sunshine, in worlds being destroyed, in worlds being born, in universes going out, in universes coming in, in man's birth, in man's death, in our present time, in your birth, in your death, in your life, right now.

All that is

Control your thoughts and you control your life, your destiny.  This I strongly disagree with 

I say

 Praying intersects with the source, with the Core of creation, with all that is, with all that sustains creation, and life,  praying works, the more you are true to your core, to love, to life, is the degree to which praying works

Emotionally stunted family

Do family members irritate you, do you feel constantly misunderstood by them and others in your life. Do you work hard to obtain others trust and respect, only to be let down by them. Well you have a self centered emotionally stunted family, and the friends of your family are fakes. You are not going to obtain anything valuable from this invalidating environment that pretends to be caring on the out side while they hate deeply on the inside. Now look as you face this you find real love, real friendship, real life.

They simply cover them up

Control your thoughts and you control your life, your destiny. Many sayings go like this or are a different versions of it. 

Your thoughts are created from your particular brain. Your thoughts do not change the damage that was done to your brain while you where emotionally neglected as a child. They simply cover them up, making you act out indirectly as well as more of a stranger to your issues and your self. But what forces created the brain, your brain and your incarnation. Life is alive. You have to explore the forces that shaped your brain as well as see, to really see what is going on, from here you will be more able to influence your own environment in ways that are in accordance to how you want your brain to develop, that reflect what you desire from life. How you wish to be in the world, influence the world. Do you wish to be a good well adjusted slave, or a person of substance?

I am not going to sacrifice myself on deep levels

I am not going to sacrifice myself on deep levels, simply to be pleasant on superficial levels.  That means not suffering people that refused to face and resolve issues, as well as conflicts or pretend nothing has changed so as to hold onto power, their fragile sense of control, their pseudo self. Maybe on Facebook for a  little while but not in real life.  Some will say what is the difference. There is some still. So soon I will say good to some.

   

Such as Winston Churchill

Such as Winston Churchill's father, my father detested me at times, other times he really loved me.  I did not know how to make sense of this strange rhythm.  The only thing that I could imagine is that if I am great, not only would he love me, but I could save him from his destructiveness, his recklessness that I was so painfully aware of as a child. The older I became the more he detested me for me.  Being dyslexic I did not received any validation from school.  Just more conformation that there was something deeply wronged with me.   In my writings I found refuge, solace, strength, my voice.  In mid to late sixties and early seventies rock music I found parts of my self, all too much of the wild side.  The blatant hypocrisy of the adults turned me off to church. Once I had access to books on tape I was able to see more clearly my reflection in the works of literature. To this day such attitudes that where born of my past still affect me.   Besides being with my children I feel my best while helping others that are going through similar ordeals.

someone who is really there for you,

I know it might seem odd for you to have someone who is really there for you, but let me be there for you, let me help you with the discomfort of feeling valued so highly, of being cherished, loved and supported emotionally. 

life

Life is alive; we all are centers, once you know this there is no going back.  

Love

One moment of real love, of real tenderness for a child, for someone you love has more energy, more information, more meaning, more of everything than infinite universes.   The reality of reality is of the heart. 

Your real feelings, your depths have an intelligence far beyond any cognations

Your real feelings, your depths have an intelligence far beyond any cognations, thoughts, reasoning, intellectual understandings, conceptualizations. They are lakes of wisdom in your soul, for you to life. Liston to their wisdom, the more you do the more your life is yours. Listening to the experts, the powerful of the times, and place, the fake circle, the shallow familiarity is tragedy.

Too my people act as if God is dead.

Too many people act as if God is dead, as if hope is dead.  Just watch the movies, the news, really look at how people treat each other in the office, on the streets. So much pretense, hostility, arrogance, silent killings, so little kindness, patients, appreciation, understanding love and generosity.    

When I was a child a bully would challenge me

When I was a child a bully would challenge me. He was bigger. I would run away. Over and over this went on.  One morning I woke up from a dream in which I seem the bully punch some one I love over a fence.   I was furious that morning.  That morning the bully said something about my sister.  Later that day we met at the park to fight.  It was all set we would fight.  It seemed as if every child from the school was there.  I did not care. All that I seen, felt, all that ran through my mind was him punching my sister over the fence.  The bully looked so surprised when I stepped into him and punched him right in the face. He started crying.  When he got back to his feet the crowd of children were cheering.  One of the older children ran in. He would not let him continue, blood poured from the bully’s face.   The older child might have sensed that I really would have changed the bully's life even more profoundly.