Musings From The Heart
An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 84 March 24, 2012
Hate As Simply Pain
I have been thinking a lot that we need to talk about the feeling of “hate”. When we feel hate we are feeling passionately, so let’s talk passionately about hate. Let’s bring our hate home to us where it belongs, inside ourselves. Hate can be so strong and so painful all around us that it begins to take on an aura all its own. Hate begins to behave like it is a thing all its own, like Love is a thing of its own. That is indeed an ironic idea, since it is us who behave with hate, and hate is in fact no “thing” at all. If hate is a thing, than we are the thing of hate. We are things of Love and can never be things of hate even if we feel or express hate, and hate is merely a passionate feeling of unhappiness.
You might hear or think that hate is the opposite of Love, but that is a mistaken idea since the opposite of Love is Love. Love is still Love no matter what you do since Love is a feeling and an action and a thing, and Love is everything. Hate is a sad little thing felt and expressed by sad people, and hate is merely passionate dislike. Hate is an angry little thing felt and expressed by angry people, and hate is merely extreme aversion. Hate is a hostile little thing felt and expressed by hostile people, and hate is only extreme hostility. Hate is a sad little detest-full feeling felt and expressed by detest-full people, and hate is merely extreme detest. We all feel sorry for hate and hateful people in our hearts, and we feel sorry for ourselves when we hate.
We all use the term to be “in Love”, and in one way or another all of us are in Love. Among the many things that Love is, love is a state of being. When we are no longer in Love, we are still Love and in Love. The lowest common denominator of all life is Love, which also happens to be the highest state and standard of being possible. Love is everything. We don’t really use the term to be “in hate”, yet all of us are in hate in one way or another. Hate is simply a passionate feeling of intense “against”, and we are all passionately against something or someone. That is ironic since even though hate can be a temporary state of being, hate is nothing more than a symptom. Deep in our hearts we all feel a level of dis-ease, and mal-aise, and the symptom on the surface is hate.
Our deep feeling of dis-ease is a sick-ness. Any and all people that feel and express hatred are passionately and extremely sick. We are all psychologically and emotionally sick to one degree or another. The sick-ness that causes the feeling and expression of hate as a symptom is primal trauma and primal deprivation, and the rage of unfulfilled needs. Deep in the heart of all hate and haters and hatred is boiling and festering primal trauma. The feeling and expression of hate is a vulnerability and frailty, an immaturity and a cowardice. Every person has the ability to feel and process and integrate psycho-emotional pain without spewing outwards or onto things or people, but the hater is weak and uses other things and people out of survival of self.
The power of hate is that it self fulfills and clones upon its own sickness and weakness. Hate begets hate that begets more hate that propels more hate upon more hate that festers more hate. Here is a remedy: Hate begets more hate that begets LOVE, that happens to interrupt the poor feeling of hate and then pain surfaces and can be felt and grieved, and then Love returns. Hate is a only temporary state of “very, very, very, very, very mad. And any very, very can be soothed and healed and assuaged to peace, with Love. Hate is such a sad little child that was neglected and bashed in the face, hate is such an angry little child that was denigrated and subjugated and diminished. No child wants to face the agony of their own sick and hateful parents, and instead we fume outwards like seething volcanoes upon innocents, so that we don’t have to face our own misery and suffering in pain.
Hate is like the darkness all around us with no sun and moon. It pervades and prevails, and it creates a paradigm that is so intoxicating for its easiness that we elevate it to the status of Love’s opposite. That is until one miniscule candle of Love is lit, and miraculously the darkness is no more, or ever was. Hate is beautifully and unquestionably curable all the time. Hate is just waiting for the crescendo of the realization of internal strife to reach the heart and tear ducts where tears may fall and sorrow and internal emotional rage may reach our true issues that we harbor within. We are all saying inside, “Until you love me, I am so angry that I must hurt you so that I don’t feel so hurt about how you don’t love me”. It is sad and tragic that we pin this upon innocents so that we don’t have to admit that it was pinned on us.
There is no “other” that we hate. We hate ourselves because our parents hated us. There are no issues of race or sex or class or education that we hate, we only hate ourselves for what our parents hated us for in our race or sex or class or education. We are simply in terrible pain for what happened to us, and it happened to us by our parents. We continue to idealize and worship and “holy grail” our parents out of need for our own survival, while we hate the parents of all others who are the “other”, and are of a different race or sex or class or education than our own. It may not be a very eloquent expression, but “shit does run downhill”. Our hate is simply a result of what happened to us by our parents, or if it was not at the hand of our parents, our parents held the responsibility of our Love in their hands, and they failed us.
No fetus or newborn infant in history has ever hated, or been in sin, or been anything but loving and perfect. Our hatred is a learned response simply passed down from hate-full people, and weak people, and cowardly people who could not take responsibility for their own pain and issues. Is it not time that we reject the whip that whipped us before we whip others, especially our own children? Are we not more than our sad and angry parents and grandparents? Can we not trust ourselves and our own hearts to Love instead of hate? Yes. Yes. Yes, and Yes. Are we not ashamed of having become simply patsy victims of the paradigm of hate of our parents and our societies? Our hearts say yes, and our hearts know what to do. And I trust that we are all doing our best to counter the sad and silly, little angry hate. Let us Love and let us love hate until it comes back home to us.
See you tomorrow.
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