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One of the scariest things I’ve ever done in my life is tearing down the walls I’d been building around me over the years. And now, as from time to time I dare to take a careful look over the edges of my fortress, I’m completely astonished by what I see. I see a world full of beautiful benevolent and loving people, kind and positive towards me and each other. And I often see and feel what I call a sea of love. It seems to be radiating to every corner of the world and it’s warming my body and soul like the sunshine. Don’t look too far, It’s here and now, in this world.
All I needed was to be needed,
so I would awkwardly try to please,
doing helpful tasks to be greeted,
but, my efforts only got me teased.
By all odds, I wished to get on line,
I wanted to laugh, and sing their song,
but my attempts were treated as whines,
I was so not destined to belong.
So I quit trying to please others,
stopped waiting for them to accept me,
began to realize their druthers,
was enlightened it could never be.
Alone, I searched a different way,
a special life sculptured for myself,
it must be honest and laws obeyed,
no common stroke, borrowed off the shelf.
Somehow decided to just be me,
to follow my heart and my feelings,
to live my life and let others be,
there couldn’t be any fake dealings.
Preferred to go where the wind chases,
and high water leaps in briny foam,
I saw weird people in strange places,
learned odd ideas wherever I roamed.
I gathered fast winds in my pocket,
Ocean waves rippled ‘neath my red boots,
I rambled with the ancient prophets,
but, I’ve no longing to plant my roots.
Holding knowledge of eternity,
I sought to put wisdom in my life,
we humans need a fraternity,
founded on sweet harmony, not strife.
I gained knowledge, but savvy, little,
my journey brought questions, few answers,
life is ultra complex, and brittle,
truth be known by fortunate chances.
I now will listen to others views,
consider them as good as my own,
read and analyze the breaking news,
my obsession be the great unknown.
Apprising my needing to belong,
I’m quickly accepted where I roam,
passers wish to acknowledge my song,
many faraway lands I call home.
Emerged satisfied as my own man,
belonging to All-That-Is Oneness,
love “all others” has gained a new fan,
filled with compassionate abundance.
Have you met them? They go to church and want everyone to know. They use every opportunity to show how religious they are, how they do everything for the Lord. They speak of how they give their money and attend every service.
They tend to be critical of people who don’t attend church. Try talking others into being “saved” and going to church with them. Often mention a harsh judgment for not believing.
Among other things, they are against people who are Gay, they are against Doctors who give abortions, they are against people of different race or religion. They are difficult to get along with due to the proselytizing. But please don’t be unkind to them for they are running scared.
They are afraid of death, they are afraid of being judged and not measuring up to what God wants them to be, and therefor left out of the Love God gives to His children.
They don’t know that God is Love. They don’t understand, nor follow, the teachings of Jesus. They live in fear instead of love. They don’t know they are safe and secure in God’s love at all times and through all things.
“I AM METH”
(This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm!)
My Name: “Is Meth”
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your
children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child’s closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you know best,
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you’ll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie,
You do what you have to — just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms,
your lungs your nose.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your
pride, I’ll be with you always — right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind,
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master, you will be my slave,
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to HELL.
If you care enough, please forward this profound poem
and share the deadly outcome of this drug that is
killing our young people and even our old.
