Malcolm Sealy (Australia)
I hope you are well, I have visited your beautiful country and find it truly amazing.
My country-men as a whole will not acknowledge what suffering we have done to the prior inhabitants of that wonderful place. I can feel the country in pain.... literally.
My country-men are lost in the material! ! ! the lack of knowledge is not there fault...
I know that what transpired is due to a more technically materially advanced people coming into contact with an unfortunately lesser materialistic peoples....easy stuff. I realize that this is just part of cycles within cycles within cycles. All cultures are guilty of this in one way of another! All? ? i hope i am wrong! !
the pages of history tell the story of Trimurti in all cultures, and know doubt the future will unfold in the same way.
When do we as a species acknowledge this! When do we acknowledge all the suffering. When do we sit down and acknowledge our weaknesses as a species. When do you acknowledge as a species that we will continue to cause suffering.
Do we use our intelligence to acknowledge that all the vested interest has and will continue to cause misery. Uncontrolled suffering on scales that will continue and continue.
Blindly into the fold we continue..
the same invisible phenomena guiding..
this, our world into the future
Or do we use our intelligence as a species, evolved enough to acknowledge our faults and to use them to climb towards a consciousness that has been dreamed upon by many great beings. Do we celebrate our differences of personality and traits collectively..
Is acknowledging/harnessing these weakness in an intelligent manner one way? Is it wrong to use compassionate tools for the Self Realization of an individual so as to move that individual onto the path sooner. To stand in another s shoes..
A wise parent will heat an oven door just hot enough...knowing the toddler will touch the front...when the child is shocked by the touch, the wise parent smiles inwardly with loving compassion knowing that the seed in this aspect has been sown....and so forth and so forth.. is this playing God?
But why do we have to stop here... Why can't we as a species acknowledge that suffering is inevitable in our current and as seen past epochs... again why can't we as a species accomplish this. We have lived thru times when the pendulum has crashed at both ends of the spectrum. Is the key in what our history shows us...what our great beings have all shown us..history has shown what we human beings can tolerate and endure and still manage to laugh and celebrate.
How far does one go to aid in the transformation of base metals? Is it time for the wise ones to come together? we need help! ! for the masses and humanity. The Silk Road brought cultures together, this epoch, our World wrapped in that substance! where do we go now? What will the invisible phenomena do this time....? Are we to keep the masses in the dark for another epoch.........marching to the cadence of war and peace.
or again, do we use our intelligence to gain peace.
many, many regards Sir,
let us celebrate our journey together
let us acknowledge where we have come from
let us see what truly made us who we are today...this epoch
lets together, look back over our past....
and honestly with objective palms at our hearts,
open our eyes..
let us look from here, to the future...
lets look into the abyss of that plain,
honestly...where do we see ourselves as a species..
do some expect a miracle....
maybe for a start...
lets walk for all of our brethren who have fallen...
fallen because where, who, why and what..
lets walk in acknowledgement of our past...to those same beings...
lets walk for what our species has done to Us,
in the name of Peace, Progress and Commercial gain....
let Us walk together...let us tell them enough...
let Us walk for the future, oracle foretold, by our past..
we understand the lies...the moral influenced filth
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