Upon reviewing the post, titled above, insights as hot as popcorn popping kept leaping out of my think tank too fast to put a lid on my need to share each of these missiles with you, so rather than suggesting we thumb back, let’s move forward, together from here with my guarantee that your review of this train of thought will be worthy of time invested in considering why my soapbox slid out from under my desk on its own. So, get ready! Get set! Buckle up for quite a ride! Here we go!
No clue if this is true but just in case—if you see an empty bottle in your yard don’t pick it up as it may be a Drano bomb, which upon being moved explodes.
As if overcoming global crises is not enough, deranged brains purposely persist in criminal activities making trying times worse—Geez!
Thank goodness, most of our brains are connected to each other’s hearts so as to freely extend helpful hands thus expanding compassion’s circle of brotherhood, which, decade by decade, grows less exclusively isolationist, more objectively inclusive on a global scope.
Thank goodness for any degree of attitudinal change, which, proving heartfelt, no longer gives lip service to brotherhood when a miscarriage of justice, crossing your path or mine, requires our taking a united proactive stance.
And now, soap box placed under desk in readiness for next time lid pops off inside my head, releasing repressed voice of frustration secreted from the conscious portion of my mind until a subconscious reaction, having been prodded and poked one time too many, feels so provoked as to feel compelling need to express the depths of my angst clearly to me by stimulating my intuition to pen and publish a post such as this one proves to be.
One last thought for today—beware deranged brains that suggest combatting C-19 by ingesting poisonous substances bound to seriously sicken if not kill its hosts ... GSU from POTUS, who has no mindsets to speak of, because each time his mouth opens, our intelligence is reminded of what mindlessness sounds like!
Okay! Check your seat belt, because here’s where soap box pushes up against my belief that the train of thought, above, was complete.
GHU (God help us) to get out the vote in November so as to paint the electoral system so overwhelmingly blue as to sweep away any worries of red hats re-electing this dooms day machine before our nation reaches the point of no return where sanity, compassion and mindful leadership, having been so thoroughly thrashed, trashed and trumped that we need to create a new exhibit within the hallowed halls of The Smithsonian where a memorial will be erected commemorating times past where deep thinking Americans will go to ruminate over inner need to recapture a time when our founding fathers had wholly concentrated their energy upon creating a document ensuring the on-going well-being of our nation’s Caucasian men—inclusion, concerning rights of minorities, women and children to follow—offering the minds of younger generations something worthwhile to do with OUR minds during OUR lifetimes—geez—that flash of deeper truth blasting out from the intuitive portion of my processor just plopped red hats on the well-meaning heads of our forefathers, who wrote The Constitution of The United States of America to the best of their limited scope more than 245 years ago—give or take a couple of weeks.
Seriously folks—sounds like we’d all be wise to take a deeper look inside our heads to see how much red hattedness may remain repressed behind our defense systems’ self protective walls of denial, kept so well hidden from the conscious portion of our brains as to blind us to how often pots call whistling kettles black as soon as emotional heat, turned up to high, releases pent up anger, concerning Yesteryear’s injustice, which boils over on both burners while innocent little faces of every hue, tugging at our heartstrings, look up and ask—what’s everyone fighting about? Why can’t we all justjust start over and be friends? So, bending on knee, we teach our little ones to ‘like’ Henry Patrick, who’d stated clearly and courageously way back in 1775–whoa! Did I just write ‘way back’ right after our annual Seder was meant to remind me of biblical times when ‘one people’ claiming dominance over another, faced a series of plagues so as to convince the masters to let the people, led by Moses, go free, and in fear for their lives, that’s what the task masters did—until, having changed their minds, the oppressors reacted in such a vile way as to have been swallowed up by the Red Sea. Reminding us that ‘right over might wins out, eventually—which is why patience with leadership rising from ashes, like the The Phoenix, relieves the critical moment of crises within every true story.
How many times does the story of Exodus in search of the promised land (in contemporary times that distinction points directly to the lady in the harbor, whose shining light guides the poor, oppressed and weary to seek asylum in a nation that professes to welcome all who seek any kind of employment that will provide a better life for their children by way of freedom and education) need to be recited aloud before the human spirit’s eternal quest for liberty, equality and fraternity sinks into the brains of families as well as into every governing body on a global scope? Whoops! Did I mention readiness anywhere within today’s tirade?
Each nation is moving forward at its own pace. And yes. That intuitive estimation includes the Middle East. So today’s and tomorrow’s gurus have lots to teach future generations of children how to develop into adults, who, having been raised in families in which the man of the house no longer has need to see himself as master in order to feel virility’s masculinity thriving deeply throughout every intelligent crevice of his mind—though reality suggests that the monumental nature of that global change, concerning millions of years of human development doth not happen, over night, though strides toward equality concerning nationality, gender, religious belief and race have been happening in incremental steps as seen on the historical time line. And since we agree that repetition is not redundant when retention is the goal at hand then ...
It’s time to return to kindergarten. Sit in feeling circles. And start over, holding hands. Because the human spirit’s most basic, instinctual need to feel free to be you and me NEVER ENDS. Why not? Because, folks—simply put, that’s how the human spirit always works. Let freedom ring for one and all is its everlasting ‘thing’.
So when it comes to leadership
Here’s your choice and mine—which (like
taxes and death), never changes:
‘Get with the program that best fits
The human spirit on a timeless, universal basis or
Start another war by blindly and selfishly
Striving toward depriving your sisters and brothers of
Their God given right to freely pursue
Happiness and prosperity based in the acquisition of
Knowledge and hard work to succeed on their own—but
Don’t take my word for today’s post tapping into
A chilling deeper truth—instead, take
One quick glance back, over
The historical time line, thus providing
Your thought processor with unequivocal proof of
My thought processor having hit the bullseye, today
You see, I figure it this way
If deeper truth actually exists within us all then
I’d rather be a deep thinker, who feels compelled to
Write until another truth reveals itself to
My conscientious awareness before
The day dawns when intuition would offer me
Need to sit down to take a chilling look in
The mirror, which would leave my self image
Feeling utterly shocked and deflated to see that
I’d grown to be as brainwashed as is an adult
Wearing a red hat, stuffed with
Subconscious attitudes of fake superiority, which had
Somehow been plopped into my think tank somewhere
Along the long winding path that I’d followed
Eye wide shut—until just now, when
Deeper truth leaped out so clearly as if to say—
Awaken to reality, Rip Van Winkle; open your eyes, drink
Coffee not Kool Aid and get with program that
Makes sound use of heartfelt common sense, at long last!
Form a circle
Hold hands
Release tension
Smile with genuine sense of relief and
Repeat this heartfelt pledge (ala Patrick Henry) after me
Long live the good health of your human spirit and mine!
Vive La liberte!
Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!
Amen!
(No variation of Sieg Heil! to be proclaimed, seen or heard within
Homes occupied by parents and kids throughout the world!)
Too Pollyanna for you? Listen up!
How many times has history demanded that deep thinkers
Stop pointing fingers at one another?
Form a circle
Hold hands
Release tension
Smile with genuine sense of relief and
Repeat this heartfelt pledge (ala Patrick Henry) after me
Long live the good health of your human spirit and mine!
Vive La liberte!
Liberty! Equality! Fraternity! until we’ve successfully
Switched subconscious attitudes from vindicating yesterday’s
Vile transgressions in favor of making sound use of
Intelligence so as to readily seek solutions to TODAY’S problems
Amen!
Whew! Soap box placed under desk.
Brain needs a rest.
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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