Day 82 - Love And Tuning Forks

Musings From The Heart

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 82 March 22, 2012

Love And Tuning Forks

Did you ever know that you were a tuning fork? I am a tuning fork, and you are a tuning fork. That guy over there, and the lady sitting right here, are tuning forks. As sentient and psychic creatures, we all have a vibration, just like tuning forks. With a tuning fork you simply bong it on something, or take a rubber mallet to it, and it resonates with a frequency that is audible. If I bong you on something, or take a rubber mallet to your head, you too will resonate with a frequency that is audible, and even palpable. “Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you!” Or, “Ouch, that hurts!”, and then I get bonged back right on the head, are audible and palpable resonances. But that is not exactly what I mean.

Each psycho-emotional human comprises an unconscious-conscious vibrating self that is perceivable by all other psycho-emotional, conscious-unconscious humans with vibrating selves. We all broadcast on the same radio station called the Homo Sapien Sapien Earth Broadcast System, but we all have different frequency-spectrums. Our genetic makeup and our astrological personality are our “nature”, and exactly how that plays out for us environmentally and experientially is our “nurture”. Nature plus nurture, divided by a million variables, times hundreds of potentialities, in action, equals you or me, incredibly unique and individual human resonant-spectrums. Despite being clones of everyone else, a snow flake is a snow flake, we are in fact the only one in the world, no two snowflakes are alike.

To bong you on something, I don’t have to pick you up and whack you on something, all I have to do is interact with you. “Hey gorgeous, are you waiting for your prince?”, and you are vibrating baby in one way or another. I don’t have to hit you on the head with a rubber mallet to get you to vibrate, all I have to do is interact with you. “Hey fat ass, that is my chair!”, and you are vibrating superman in one way or another. You are already vibrating as your unique self before I arrive, and I am already vibrating as my unique self before I arrive, but when we begin to interact together, we really begin to vibrate, or resonate with each other. The product of “US” becomes a whole new vibration.

If you pick up a small tuning fork and bong it on something, it makes its own distinct sound based on its own unique frequency hertz. When you pick up a much bigger tuning fork and bong it on something, it also makes its own distinct sound based on its own unique frequency hertz. The miracle of co-vibration or resonance is that when these two unique sounds are heard together, they together make a whole new sound. The little guy fork does not disappear physically, and the big girl fork does not disappear physically, but they can no longer be heard as independent forks. How interesting that an hor d’oevres fork plus a salad fork make and invisible spoon.

When we are newborns and babies, Mommy and Daddy were tuning forks, and we were a tuning fork. How we resonated with Mommy is now laid down in our brains as first line and first imprint and first encoding experience. What Mommy did perfectly that aligns with our Love Heart inheritance we put in one box in our brain, and what Mommy did wrong and how she traumatized us and deprived us, we put in another box in our brain. In one box we have “happy”, and in the other box we have “unhappy”. We also imprinted and encoded our resonance with Daddy the same way, and especially Mommy’s resonance with Daddy in the same way. We especially imprinted and encoded as first line experience and imprint how our existence in between Mommy and Daddy altered their original resonance together.

We therefore have two Mommy boxes in our hearts and brains, one good and one bad, and we have two Daddy boxes in our hearts and brains, one good and one bad, and we have two Mommy-Daddy boxes in our hearts and brains, one good and one bad. We ourselves become the tuning fork of who we are and were meant to be in instinctual self-personality, plus the 6 boxes of the good and bad of me-mommy and me-daddy and mommy-daddy. Most importantly, how we as brand new tuning forks altered our Mommy’s and Daddy’s Love resonance ads a whole new dimension to us and our Mommy and Daddy. All Daddy’s are unhealthy to one degree or another, depending on his 6 unconscious happy-unhappy boxes, and when his little Princess arrives, everything changes with Mommy and Daddy. All Mommy’s are unhealthy to one degree or another, depending on her 6 unconscious happy-unhappy boxes, and when her little Prince arrives, everything changes between Mommy and Daddy

In our hearts, our happy boxes are largely conscious and idealized. Right is right and happy is happy, and we can handle that. But in our hearts and psyches, what Mommy and Daddy bungled up badly, how they hurt us and each other, and how they let us and each other down, the 3 and many more boxes of trauma and deprivation, are so painful and so threatening, that we maintain these boxes in an unconscious place in our hearts and minds. Despite not remembering these tragic boxes, they are our issues and problems, and our needs to amend and repair and heal and overcome. The unconscious drive of these baddy, ouchy, vibrating boxes are very powerful, and we never stop trying to heal them and rid ourselves of them, just the same as we never stop trying to heal the cut on our finger.

The first experience of Mommy-Me and Daddy-Me and Mommy-Daddy and Mommy-Me-Daddy, is our imprint of Love. Home for us is our feeling of ourselves as vibratory tuning forks, vis-à-vis our Mommy and Daddy, and Mommy vis Me vis Daddy. When we grow up and begin to date, and have sex, and marry, we are absolutely vibrating from our potential genetic self through our 6 psycho-emotional imprint boxes of Mommy and Daddy. This means that falling in Love is absolutely falling in Love with our birth, and falling in Love with our babyhood, and falling in Love with our toddlerhood, and falling in Love with our 6 boxes, 3 of them good and nostalgic reconnections with happiness, and 3 of them bad and fearful but desiring to heal reconnections with unhappiness.

Every time we fall in Love and marry, we fall in Love with our Mommy and Daddy. We Love and accept the 3 boxes of good happiness that we imprinted on as our nostalgic Love from Mommy and Daddy, and those are the exact qualities and the exact resonance that we find so perfect in our new mates. We actually don’t like the 3 boxes of bad, unhappy nostalgia Love from Mommy and Daddy, and those are the exact qualities and the exact resonance that we find so perfect in our mates. We most often love the parts we hate about our new mates, and through them be begin to unconsciously try and change them and make them all better, so that we can finally get rid of the 3 bad unhappy boxes in our heart-psyches.

We all love the idea of carrying the bride across the threshold of our new ideal house on our wedding day. But let us not forget the moving truck with 12 primal imprint boxes of happy and unhappy Mommy and Daddy love that come through the door with you and your Prince and Princess, half yours and half your mates. You will be living with and sleeping with her and her Mommy and Daddy for the rest of your life, and your mate will be living with you and sleeping with you and your Mommy and Daddy for the rest of their lives. Once you settle in and the cutesy, lovey-dovey, sexy period wears off, through each other you will now begin to try and replay the 6 boxes each, and this time try and get it right, but since He is not Daddy, you will always fail. Once your babies are born and your cutesy, lovey-dovey, sexy period alters forever with the arrival of Prince and Princess, you will try and replay the 6 boxes each, and this time try and get it right, but since she is not Mommy, you will always fail.

To truly love someone else as their own self, and to truly love as our own self, we have to follow our 6 primal happy-unhappy imprint boxes back in time in our hearts and minds to face the truth of Mommy-Me and Daddy-Me and Mommy-Me-Daddy, and we have to face our trauma and deprivations, and unfulfilled needs. Once we heal our own pain that is unconscious of our Mommy-Daddy vibrations and resonances, we arrive as our own persons without expectations or alterations placed upon the one that we love. In this way we get our bad parents out of our loves and marriages and beds, and we get our bad parents out of our children’s lives so we don’t repeat the whole sad tuning fork song and dance for another generation.

When we are in Love with another we are actually in love with ourselves and our own childhoods, and we are in love with the good and bad resonances of our Mommy’s and Daddy’s, played out through and into another person. This does not diminish the mystery and reality of true Love at all, for this person is in fact the right person with whom we can overcome our tuning fork imprints, and eventually Love deeper and beyond the attraction. In time, if we can heal our own pain and unfulfilled needs, and if our partners can do the same, we end up emerging as selves that can love other selves that can love us, above and beyond simply what happened to us. If we or our spouses are unable to do that, we simply divorce and then find a person where we start the whole process over again, supposedly a better match, but in effect not passing GO and returning to the beginning of the game.

Love is much more than this essay or any essay could ever relate. But we must at least try to remember and face Mommy-Me-Daddy if we ever hope to get there.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 81 - Alco-Pain-Aholics

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 81, March 21, 2012

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I was in a college seminar of 14 students and one professor years ago, and I made a request: Whoever has had at least one parent who was an alcoholic, raise your hand. Everyone in the class including the professor raised their hands. How tragic. When I asked who might have had two parents as alcoholics, 5 of 14 raised their hands including the professor. I raised my hand as a child of two alcoholics, my mother who got within hours of death with her drinking when I was in my teens, and my father, who once I was already an adult, managed to drink half a gallon a day of cheap sangria wine while declaring non alcoholism. I then asked anyone who thought themselves to be an alcoholic to raise their hand, and not one student or the professor raised their hands. Perhaps you the reader can find a scary pattern here. There is a 70% chance that you the reader and me the writer are alcoholics, either by factual diagnosis and practice or recovery, or by denial or deluding ourselves. I am aware that I am an alcoholic, though I am not in practice or recovery at all. I know that I like and depend on drinking way too much, whether it is my beer or three a day, or my weekly or monthly sexy relief parties. I know that it is sneaking up on me, and I know that I am running, and I know that you are too. How are you doing?

To not even pretend to be subtle or literarily appropriate, I want to ask, “what the fuck is going on?” Why is alcoholism a worldwide epidemic? Probably 2/3 of the world is involved in alcoholism directly or indirectly. In truth we are all pain-aholics. We all have, without exception, a method and manner of defending ourselves from our own pain. We have the “baddies”, people who get off on counter culture and rebellion and disapproval. We and they are managing pain. We have the mainstream culture, the “goodies”, those who are getting off on doing right and responsible and goodie Goddie. We and they are managing pain. We have work-aholics and sport-aholics and phone-aholics and eat-aholics and gamble-aholics and porn-aholics, and friend-aholics, and many more. I think you get the idea.

To truly understand which aholic you and I may be, there is an aholic discovery plan, and it works like this: You and I will (separately) and voluntarily move into a comfortable and private hotel room with enough basic food and water for a month. We will then spend a month in isolation, with nothing to do. We will have no contact with anyone, and no access to anything that we do to keep our selves and lives glued together. We choose not to sleep excessively or masturbate excessively, or do anything at all outside of just being with ourselves. There will be no TV or books or computers or video games or any of our habits of any kind. The truth is, within 24 hrs to several days, all of us will have what is described negatively as a nervous breakdown. We in fact will encounter ourselves, and maybe for the first time in our lives we will begin to sob and grieve, and panic with the pain that all of our aholic defensiveness has been keeping at bay.

To really understand which aholic we are and do, we then simply emerge from our time alone, and immediately begin to aholic ourselves into the behavior that stops the pain fastest and easiest and best. Do we long to hit our bottle or drugs? Do we immediately go to be around people to chitty chatty away our self? Do we return to work or sex or smoking or, or, or, or with zest? Whatever we do that glues us back together is our aholicism. Sadly enough, more than half the world’s population immediately returns to alcohol to soothe and salve the beast or access the humane self or brave self or sexy self, and a hundred other selves.

Alcohol is the little baby of the depressants, with heroine on the top of the chart as grand daddy. Alcohol takes away our inhibitions, and in fact helps us to slightly penetrate our unconscious needs and hopes and dreams, and unfulfilled needs, but in a defensive way so as to manage our pain. In time it takes more and more and more to soothe us or release us or give us relief, or allow us to run away or connect. Alcohol is a liquid truth serum that allows our alter egos and demons out, or in others a way to cope with alter egos and demons that are already out. Alcohol works as temporary medicine that works backwards, seemingly an exciter, but in the guise of a depressant.

Many say and believe that alcohol is addictive, and we speak as if alcohol itself is the culprit, or alcohol itself can be blamed. Alcohol like any drug is simply an innocent compound or liquid, and it is us who is addictive, and wants to be addictive, and needs to be addictive, and likes to be addictive. Alcohol hides us from our pain by putting us in touch with our pain, kind of like a shock treatment that we can’t get enough of. We want to fly towards the sun to get hot in perverted ecstasy so that we don’t ever fly into the sun and die melting and find our real pain. Alco-holics are just people in pain, no different than the smoke-aholic or the hate-aholic, or the criminal-aholic except that alcohol lures us further and further away from ourselves by duping us into believing that we are ourselves while intoxicated, or that we can hide from ourselves while intoxicated. Alcohol is not to blame, but instead deep childhood trauma and deprivation and unfulfilled needs in the drinker is the cause of the pain, and these “ailments” always point to a difficult and sad and harmful person who had a difficult and sad and harmful childhood.

They say that alco-holism is a disease, and hereditary, and this misleads us terribly. The dis-ease is child abuse and deprivation, and the symptom is needing to be altered with inebriation to cope with life when there is far too much pain for the person to handle. And how terrifying that half the world is in too much pain for them to handle, and that as alcoholics they end up causing unimaginable pain to their own children and families, who do the same and who do the same, generation by generation. The first step to any dis-ease is to realize that there is a dis-ease. An alco-holic is a victim of child abuse and child deprivation, and an innocent victim turning to an aholism, just like us, to survive and cope.

Now I know that I am really fucked up, and I know that my parents and early childhood caregivers really fucked me up. I know that I want to get better, and I know that I have to grieve and mourn and experience the pain that was caused me, and once I have faced my demons and suffered my losses, I can be less fucked up. In the meantime I have a problem with my one to three beers a day, and my weekly or monthly sexy drunk parties, and I get off on trying to escape my pain. Like you I am doing my best, and I am in a headlong run to not get caught by what happened to me as a child, and alcohol really helps. I know now that I cannot outrun myself by inebriating myself, and I know that hurting others only makes matters worse, and so I am working on my problem.

In the meantime I have my hand raised high in the air, and I am looking at myself in the mirror. I am an aholic of alcohol and many other defensive behaviors, and I need help. What is your aholicism and how are you doing? What happened to you, and who did it to you? What happened is not your fault or my fault, but if we don’t face our aholicisms right away, the damage we do to ourselves and others will be our fault. It is time we break the chain, and stop the buck right here. Be proud if you are raising your hand, for hope is now on its way.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 80 - A Mind of Our Own

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 80, March 20, 2012

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We would all like to think that we have a mind of our own, and we would all like to believe that we think and act independently. That is an ironic thought since we “subjects” of our society have been completely “subjected” by the authority and indoctrination of our own paradigm. Once I reveal that I am a late 40’s white male, 1^st generation American from two WW2, German immigrant parents, born and raised in multi-racial Long Beach, California USA to uncultured and uneducated middle class parents without religious beliefs, in the 60’s and 70’s, that I am college educated in liberal studies, working in a blue collar job in rural California, etc. and more etc., I have revealed 98% of who I am. If you fill the room with many men with my same stats, you will in fact have my 98% of my clones. My values of gender and race and sex and class and religion and power and politics and economics and psychology and on and on, are cloned in the same room and environment as me and my clones.

So if we think we are so unique and individual and free thinking, and we all do, where did we get all of our ideas and behavior? We do in fact have the same behaviors as all of our clones in our local environment, and yet we feel that we have a mind of our own. White people don’t talk and act like inner city blacks, and rich people don’t have the mentality of the starving. Jews ironically tend to believe that they are Jewish, but if they were born Muslim they would believe themselves to be Muslim. Jews are sure that their religion is right, and not the Muslim religion, and the Muslims think their religion is right, and not the Jewish religion. This is ironic since being born Jewish or Muslim in Jerusalem can geographically be separated by 100 yards. Women tend to resist the authority of men, that is until the man has a stethoscope around his neck or a police badge, then she obeys unconditionally. Men tend to tribe together, that is unless they are racist or snotty, then they tribe with their own kind.

None of us really have much independence or freedom of thought, for we accept the authority that came down from above, since our birth. We live in square houses because everyone lives in square houses, but more importantly we live in square houses because we think we like square houses because we have never seen or lived in a round house. We supposedly believe in monogamy, while we all sleep around, and we marry monogamously, while we mostly cheat on each other, and we are all the same as everyone else that is like us, so sexually unique. It wouldn’t occur to us to have the free sexuality of some indigenous tribal cultures where we have no guilt or shame to sleep with anyone we want, especially en masse, or to be married to all the males in a family as a female and consider it normal.

Why do we stop at stop signs and say “yes officer” to the cops, or pay our taxes, or not sleep on the beach with anyone we want? We have accepted our authority, and we don’t have a choice once we are subjected, or so we think. There are many parts of the world where there are seldom any accidents, and no one stops at stop signs. I have seen many citizens across the world screaming at the cops and kicking dirt on their shoes fearlessly and without repercussion, and I have never seen anyone in the impoverished world paying taxes. Yes, I have slept on the beach with anyone I wanted in many parts of the world. We “think” that “it” is the way it “is”, and we must do what we must do, and we are in fact exactly like the Joneses next door, and we are in actuality not thinking but obeying.

Tom Petty sings in a song that if he were king, he would make dogs fly. If I were King, I would pass a law that all 18 year olds must spend 10 years traveling around the world, with one month required in each of 120 countries, all financed by my King’s de-cloning fund. I believe that this would end world hunger, and end war, and end religion, and racism, end sexism, end arrogance, end pride, and end the subjugation and indoctrination of children and youths into servitude to patriarchy and patriotism.

When we are conceived and born, we are “nature”, we have personalities and needs and ideas and potentialities, and futures. But the environmental and psychological and emotional effects of our “nurture”, or what happens to us and by whom and when and why, and how, create our cloning, based on what is repeated next door. As unique individuals we are “nature”, but when 10,000 “natures” like us are born and raised as white, Anglo-Saxon, protestant, middle class, pot head, lazy, talented surfer chicks, how could we be surprised when we are just like them. But after 10 years around the world through 120 countries of trials and tribulations and adventures and loves and losses and eye awakenings, there is no way that any chick could come home as a clone. She comes home accepting all races, a hard worker, rebellious against authority, Buddhist, pregnant, vegetarian, independent, wearing odd clothing, talking differently, or perhaps 10,000 other varieties that in fact become her own personal signature, and . . . . no doubt with a mind of her own.

It is in fact a fact that the old world is dying fast, and hooray for that. The time is fading fast for race and sex and class and education wars. Soon we will all be brown and beautiful, and middle class and beautiful, and sexually equal, and so beautiful. As Mr. Smith says in The Matrix, it is unavoidable. The old world of abusing children is fading fast, and hooray for that. This is the most significant change in the history of the world, and we in our time are re writing Life. In America any child can pick up any phone and dial 911 emergency, and denounce their own parents to the police as abusive and ineffectual or inappropriate. In America any child can sue their own parents in a court of law, and win, and in effect remove the power from their own parents forever. This is the birth of free thinking and unique individuality, and this paradigm is coming to your country fast if you are not from the United States. If you are good to your children you will be proud. If you abuse or disrespect or neglect your children you are in trouble.

At this time it is of more importance than any time in history to question who we are and why and how, and determine what we want to be, and make that happen. Soon the planet will be largely a clone of each others exactly like all other each others, and “authority” will reign over those that are sheep as we are today to our acculturation and indoctrination at the hands of our parents and our society. If you were born white, it is crucial right now to go and live with people of color. If you were born rich, it is crucial that you live now for a few years broke and destitute. If you were born Christian, it is crucial that you go and live in Iran or India now for a few years. If you were born female, it is crucial that you spend a year solely in the company of females different than you, and then a year solely in the company of males different from you. If you are a white male it is time for you to live powerlessly in the heart of Africa. And we are a thousand other you’s out there. We must all expose ourselves to the “other”, and in as many ways and as often, and for as long as we can, all the while asking ourselves, “who am I?”, “what do I want?”, and “what do I think and feel?”.

We must all find a mind and self of our own, not the one that our parents and culture and religion and country gave us. We must all buck God and President and Governor and Judge and Jury and Executioner and Policeman and Doctor and The Father, The Son, and all Ghost Hole or not. We must question authority and embrace ambiguity and shift.

We are all going to have a lot of interesting fun together in the next 100 years. Let’s enjoy it as the person that we choose to be, and thereby align our “nature” with our “nurture”, the true meaning of Self, and ultimately of Life.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 79 - The Angry Love of Evil

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 79, March 19, 2012

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We all spend a lot of energy honoring Evil. We speak and act and live as if Evil is a thing, and we hope to avoid the Evil thing or punish the Evil thing, or change the Evil thing. Surely the Evil thing is out there, and of course we are not Evil. We must pit Good against Evil, and of course God couldn’t be Evil, and Evil must be of the Devil. Evil is of course out there, and no one ever wants Evil in here. Evil is always the other, and Evil is never us. Evil is to be avoided, and is bad. Evil, we believe, IS. A noun is a person, place, or thing. We speak and act and live as if Evil is a noun. Evil in fact does not exist as a noun. Evil has never been a person, or place, or a thing, and Evil will never become a person, place or thing. It is time we spend some energy dishonoring Evil as anything but just an action and result.

Evil is in fact a verb, and an action. Evil is a result, and Evil is Live spelled backwards, and the backwards action of Love. We are Love and were born into Love, and we are never Evil, even if we do Evil things. We are nouns, and all people as nouns are beautiful and loving and perfect. As humans we may have Evil actions, and we may produce Evil results, but we can never BE anything but Love, while our actions can be Evil. When you correct Love and heal Love and cleanse Love and forgive Love and Love Love, then Love remains. Love is a person and place and thing, and a noun. Love is an action and a verb, and a result. Love should be and is always honored as Love.

When you correct Evil and heal Evil and cleanse Evil and forgive Evil and love Evil, then Evil disappears. Evil never really existed as a thing, only a temporary result. Evil becomes Love when it disappears, and in fact Evil was and is in fact just the shadow action of Love all the time. Love as Evil should never be avoided, but loved instead, but She understands. Love (Evil) should never be punished, but loved instead, but He will endure. Love (Evil) should be changed, and loved, and is Love no matter what we do. Of course Love (Evil) is out there, and of course we are Love (Evil). If we must pit Love (Evil) against Love (Evil), then Love (Evil) will still be Love. Of course God is Love (Evil), and of course God is Evil (Love). Love turns to the action of Love’s shadow when it is in great pain. Evil is the unhappy expression of Love, and Evil is Love, waiting to come home.

Of course the Devil is Evil (Love), of course the Devil is Love (Evil), and of course God is the Devil, and the Devil is God. We created God (the idea of Love) and the Devil (the idea of Love’s shadow) in our own image. Love (Evil) is out there, and it is US, and of course we want Love (Evil) in here, and it is US. We must love Evil (Love) as the Other, and we are the Other. Evil (Love) is always US. Evil may happen, but Evil is NOT. Not one living creature in the history of the universe has ever been Evil, and not one child in the history of the universe has ever been Evil. Evil is just an idea, and many sad and angry and harmful and regretful ideas have happened as actions in our history, as Love in great pain.

All children in the womb are perfect angels of Love, and are meant to be born as perfect angels of Love, and are meant to live loving lives of Love, and become perfect adult angels of Love. When great trauma and deprivation and sadistic torture of children is perpetrated in wholesale abandon across our Earth, Love becomes traumatized and enraged and cruel as the sad and mean and cruel action of Love, also known commonly as the idea of Evil. Evil is an idea and does not exist, except in the result of our own torture of children. We as parents and the caregivers of children create the action of pain and rage and cruelty in people who do Evil actions. We are all the creators of Evil by perpetrating pain upon our own beautiful angels of Love.

Hitler is everyone’s worst metaphor of Evil, while Hitler was once a beautiful and perfect angel of Love like any other child. As a matter of fact, given the prodigious extreme of perpetrating acts of Love in pain (Evil), Hitler may just have been the most sensitive and loving child in history right next to any prophet of Love including Jesus and Buddha. Hitler had a mother that was sadistically hateful with him (Evil) and a father that was sadistically hateful with him (Evil). Hitler grew up in an Evil culture (Earth) at an Evil time (our time) and acted Evilly in an extreme response to extreme pain (Evil), and virtually every German was his supporter. Japan was no different, and the allies were no different. Hitler was extreme Love, turned extremely hateful, and Hitler was only a figurehead of hate (Evil). Somewhere around 80 million not so innocent people died in WW2, (Evil) at the hand of all people in all countries (Evil), as a result of psychological and emotional trauma and deprivation, or hateful Love (Evil) on a global scale. Only Hitler would have fire bombed entire cities, killing mostly women and children, but he never did. (The United States did that to Germany and Japan), and only Hitler would have dropped two atomic bombs on civilians, mostly elderly and women and children, (only the United States did that), and only Hitler would have killed 20 million of his own citizens and heroes of war, (only Stalin did that).

We are all Hitler and Jesus and Buddha, and just ordinary people trying to Love. We are all perfect angels of Love who have been traumatized and who all hover on the edge of acts of Love and of Evil. Evil can never end when we honor Evil see Evil as a thing. Evil can never end when we ceaselessly traumatize and torture our own children, our perfect angels of Love, and when we blame and punish each other for being victims of acts of Evil ourselves. Only Love can bring Evil (Love) back home to Love, and the only way to do that is to Love. Evil is defenseless to defend itself from Love, and we are all fully capable of Loving Evil back home again. I wish all you perfect angels of Love good fortune in bringing Evil back home to Love.

See you tomorrow.

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