Hatred Clarified:

This is a word that is used very commonly in the modern era in phrases such as “I hate that dress” or “I hate the way I was treated” or “I hate that place”.

We are inaccurately using that word, and allowing such a word to become common in our language. So common in fact that we have come to simply overlook the concept, and accept it as a word.

In my belief people use things that they don’t understand because it is common communication, and socially acceptable. I choose to believe that people mean to say “I don’t like the way that dress would look on me”, or “I am not satisfied with the way I was treated” or “I didn’t enjoy that place very much”. Instead we use the word ‘Hate’, and I have become tired of people using this word as if it doesn’t mean anything.

For those who throw around such a concept as if it meant nothing; You must have no understanding of the atrocities such a thing is capable of, so I will explain the concept of hate as I understand and have experienced it.

Hate’s root emotion is fear, and using fear as it’s fuel… can consume an individual. It is what humans use to power their retribution, their reckoning, or vengeance. At any one point these things can become spiritual, which is when hate begins to consume.

Like happiness, hate consumes all things around it, and behaves the exact same as a living entity, though we as humans react differently to this stimulus. Instead of smiling and laughing, we are angry and rageful. If hate is allowed to fully consume, hate is extremely dangerous.

After one has succumb to hatred, humans usually adjust their scope to violence as we are a violent species and in so doing become very dangerous and quite lethal. Hatred naturally increases the need for “justice” as humans are incapable of committing a terrible act, and seeing themselves a terrible person for doing so. The justification must fit in order to perform the terrible action, and so retribution is usually called up in the guise of “justice”.

When Hatred itself consumes, it causes unconscionable events, as the person is victim to their emotions in full regard. Hatred is slow and patient. Hatred is unyielding. Hatred is violent. Hatred is intelligent. Hatred is charismatic. Hatred is coercive. Hatred is methodical, and if utilized properly, is the most damaging weapon we as humans can wield. Hatred is manifested as what most people know as pure evil.

It is the person who is capable of tormenting the spirit and killing of thousands, in order to convince others to torment the spirit, manipulate, and eventually take the lives of millions if not billions.

As so many people say that they ‘Hate’ an individual, I say they are fools. In order to properly hate, one must be active about it. One must first observe, and gather information. Then take the time to strategically strike at their happiness and comfort, pulling their target outside of their comfort zone. If that means paying someone to get into an argument in a public place with a person because that person can not stand being humiliated, or giving that persons dog worms or rabies because it is their most prized possession. One must be able to research the happiness's and fears of their target, in order to apply hate properly. Hate itself doesn’t have a measure of time, and in the beginning, it feels like little cuts. Then it moves into their safe zones. Their house, their work, their day-care facility for their children, their play-groups, their childrens school, their spouses work place and environment. If one is willing to hate, then one must effect the entire bloodline of an individual as far back as can be traced, as well as any contact that was given to an individual by those outside of their bloodline. This means that all family and all friends of an individual, for up to three generations are effected by the hated individual’s mistake. Tormenting and torturing the children, spousal torment and humiliation, the siblings pain and disappearance don’t come until last. They do come, and the individual can be forced to watch by cutting off their eye-lids and tying them down. Then the physical pain begins for the individual, and maybe death. It depends on the resolve of the person hating in order determine that, but it is ultimately within the capacity and power of the hate itself to decide which course of action to take. The one who is hating, has become hate, and no longer has any power. The process in itself can take upwards of ten years, and maybe longer depending on the decisions of the one who is evoking the hate.

Hate doesn’t have a problem creating the most torrid and awful nightmare anyone could possibly imagine. Hate pulls the fingernails off of four year old kids', and cooks infants in vegetable oil for fun.

For the life of me, I can not understand why this word is used so freely in human tongue. I don’t understand why anyone would want to relate themselves to this entity, and consistently describe their own persona as being hateful. If your angry with someone, then state it as anger, not hatred. If you dislike someone, then state it as opposed to even reference such an entity as hate. It is not a requirement in our lives to care about every human we encounter, and in fact it is more common place that we don’t.

I ask only that we use our words in accuracy as opposed to not when describing ourselves or the state of being of oneself. If you do say the word hate, then it should mean everything I listed above and more, as well as the fact that you are actively engaging every one of those courses of action. If you are not engaging in these actions while stating that you ‘Hate’ something, then you are lying, or ignorant of what hate actually is. I assure you that once it is exampled for you, you will never forget it, and you will never want to relive it, or relate it to you. Be accurate when describing yourself. Be accurate with what you feel. Know the difference. It's not enough to blurt out the mess of emotion we have in our head, as it makes sense to no one but us. Use words better.

Awareness

Let the eyes of the gods be upon me, guiding me towards the life fire. Let slip my mind, the meaning of days and nights, and the troubles of gods and men. Let stay my soul the beauty of a woman, and the beauty of god light sent by truth. Let heal my wounds the depth and breadth of a being tride and true by construct and unwillingness, as the man who has broken free hath done this already, and healed his own wounds if he stand before me... and healed them well.

Stand not, the shadow that breaks against the light on endless occasion, just because there seems no other way. Layeth the shadow on the floors of light, and allow purity to wash over them. Absorption will continue for many moons… but layeth until ye hath had enough.

With eyes unguarded, look upon the world of men, and chance the places ye hath never been. We will learn about the heavens and the gods and the sun, and we will move forward against the currents of the world. We will take from them what is ours, and we shall move beyond their reach, as the only way to survive something such as this, is to become pieces of it, and then let go.

Believe in all things, as all things will treat you with their nature. The stone can not be the river, though it is a part of the river. The stone stands against the river as mother nature has intended, and the stone will stand against all that attempt to move it. The river will flow around and over the stone, and the stone will begin to wash away piece by piece. The stone is proud, and sturdy… but without the ability to change, the stone can only be broken or slowly, slowly washed away.

Awareness is knowledge that can not be forgotten. No matter the effort, and no matter the attempt… it can not be truly forgotten.

Crash against the love of the light, and float with the knowledge that where we are headed, where we were meant to be. We can not carry all the memories that our physical mind may hold dear… but the lessons that our soul understands will walk with us for eternity as we travel to whence we came.

It can not be true that things done with negative intention were meant to happen only one way, for we see and effect the lives of so many people with the choices we make. Each choice made, a cause… each cause created, an effect… each effect

sustained, a change. All things remain a never ending lesson on the ability to properly use the most powerful force in the universe, and the most unwieldy of tools… Free Will.

With Free Will, we can choose to be ignorant or aware. With Free Will, we can choose to exist with or without depth and reason. With Free Will we can choose what color to paint our wall, and With Free Will we can choose Life of the physical, or death of the physical. With awareness, we can realize we have the ability to wield Free Will.

The Journey to Awareness, shall unbind us from this mortal world... Break free my friends... Break free!

Truth -

Such a thing seems, to me, to be barely attainable. We as humans seem to deceive each other, as well as ourselves, on a such a frequent occasion, that we have justified the cause, and the means to the end.
Truth – in its essence – is the biting blade. Something so pure, that when given, clarity comes at such a staggering speed, it is difficult to stay standing. It is a true catalyst of emotions… and the most revered weapon of the true thinker. Truth is binding… and it will also separate. Truth will help bind one to it, as well as surround them… though the lack thereof creates the same environment on the opposite pole.
If one has lived a life of deception, and begins wielding truth… some people in that person’s life will fade. They will seemingly become ‘itchy’ and that is just enough uncomfortability for people to take notice, and then want out.
Truth… is something that exists in such a way, where it is intangible… though it is something that requires no ones agreement, or belief, it simply is. Gravity of truth, when spoken wholly, is crushing.
This is the sword that the angels use to slay their beasts… these are the words god has used to build our world. This is the living, and a way of being, and only through rejection of truth, can we know discontent. Some truths are full of jolly, and life…. Some truths are hallowed, and void, as the sadness becomes loud.
Our primitive state, lays us as victim upon the feet of such a great power… yet it is a power we can wield by act of free will, if we choose. We can be emboldened by truth, and carry upon our selves a sword of light made for denying that which is not absolute.
As I have found.. that sword has two blades… for if we seek truth within the darkness… we shall find it, and it will not be filled with happiness, or joy. It will be filled with sadness and pain and ugliness, but it will be no less real. If we seek the Truth within the light, we shall find our happiness, and our joy.
The truth itself, is neutral ground. It is where both light and shadow can exist, without ever existing within the same time and space of the opposing party. The entities that stand upon that ground, are subject to the waves of both light and shadow, as it blows through them.. and learning to defend against that which a consciousness wants, and will choose to disallow is key. It is the battle ground of oneself… and it is set with the stage of the gods. As we as entities choose to stand amongst the powers of truth, and choose which will be our direction… the gods offer us all the options we could possibly wish for, in a timeless space, and with quiet but unwavering resolve.
It is our strength that will bind us to our course, and it is our own strength that will bind us to our truth, whichever way we see it. We can lead ourselves to the bottom of one end, to turn and form the path we seek to the other. Some children of men, were made for the light, and some for the dark, and others to be messenger between the two, and exist a place that exists only truths… but a place where there is no wrong. A place where there is no judgment, or emotional reactions… a place of truth, based upon observation which is the most difficult of all places to stand in my humble opinion. As one can not be truly good, one can not be truly evil… and without the finality of one or the other, consciousness staggers, and sways to what is called ‘the unknown’. It is without the human reaction of sway, one can see that the unknown, is only unknown to that one… as there are few which exist within this middle. In this middle there can be no judgment. in this middle, there is no evil. In this middle, there is no good... there is only truth.
The darkness will always try to extinguish the light, as the light will always try to blow back the shadow… but it is the messengers who watch and observe to learn. It is the Seekers of Truth who will carry the message of peace to either side…. Because they have no bias, and their strength is unyielding.

Change

Here now we stand.. amongst the days of change

This is where we cast out eyes upon the future that now seems so grim, as the elders of our generation cast their eyes back upon hardened times that seem to be catching up to us, and a withering future.

The youth of our generation… still stranded in a lifestyle swimming with material possession, and crippled by the lack of necessary knowledge due to the pursuit of said possession… Lead us in a venture over the hill and toward battle… but a fight where the enemy is ourselves. Not a Civil war… a war of consciousness, waged against that habits and truths of the haves versus the have not’s.

This is when we, the youth, find out that our elders were selfish, egotistical, arrogant, pompous and deceptive people. Deceptive on a level that would get them what they wanted, and never mind the rest, though they have since helped us realize that this is a truth of life. They also never told us, that in about two years from now, there will be 3 people retired, for every one person working... they forgot to mention we would be paying for them and their friends to live out their days work-free.

The truth behind our parents… is that they have loved us the best they can.. and they have shown us what to do, the best they can… but the fact is.. they have never known what to do besides survive, and/or plan for retirement. They forgot to mention their ignorance on the problems they were creating, and the amount of weight that would be left on the shoulders of the youth, when the crown was ready to be passed from generation to generation. They did, however, mention that we should make as much money as possible, and have a nice house, with a car, and a couple kids.. or some variant along those lines. They did not, however, mention that the mindset used to live they way the elders have, was not to be the way of the future… nor did they encourage a different path of us, instead they choked it out of most of us… and forced a replication of a life cycle.. this fact, is truly sad.

After saying this, you would think I have a vendetta against our elders… though I hold the utmost respect for them. They made it through a time that is very unimaginable to us, and hard in ways we can’t fathom.

Once they made it out of that time, they wanted to relax, and have what is know of as 'the good life'… and there is nothing wrong with playing hard, after working hard.

They are also not of the mindset, that we the youth, now have to deal with the mistakes their generation has made, and clean it up, and so far, it has been of a historic precedence, though the mistakes have already been made, and there is no blame to place. They are the way they are, and we the youth are now accountable, and must hold each other accountable.

The part that agitates me the most is witnessing the youth and the hope of our species be deceitful, treacherous, malicious, violent, cruel, and without conscious when it comes to acquiring material possession or personal gain. We learned that from our elders… but we do not have to accept it as our way of life. We can choose something better… even if it only means one choice a day that is different, that would still be something.

We were not prepared for the task ahea. Our natural pre-conception of ourselves is that we are innately good, and we hold onto that throughout our lives. While we do hold onto it… more accurately put, we only hold it and look at it… but we seem to use it less and less, due to fear and hurt from others. This generation is so extremely sensitive to emotions, and no one seems quite aware, of how to deal with it.. so we close it off, and blame ourselves, and become pompous and narrow minded, like our elders, because we have seen that 'it works' to get through life.

There are 24 hours in a day, and a split second is what it takes to make a decision. We can choose our freedom… we have that power within us… if we have the eyes to see it, and the strength to grasp it.

I ask that all of us stretch our limits of the heart once a day… because it’s a muscle… without it working… it never gets stronger. I ask you now… could you stand amongst deception and change fate... can you change the thing we call perception?

These images should help you gain perspective of your place on a universal plane, as well as help you feel why it is so beautiful when we all join together, and work towards the sky.

Strength

Breathe.... Breathe....

And so we as humans consider ourselves, and measure ourselves of strength. Our character is imbued with this, seemingly rare and precious commodity, and yet some are vacuums for it, and I believe they are called the weak.
The strong was at one time supposed to fight for, and protect the weak, though now it seems, as the sands of the hourglass fall beneath the rest, that the weak have become useless and vile, and irritating. We no longer protect them… it would seem that the culture we now endorse is happier taking things from them.. to embolden themselves in such ways that matter little, but to a corporeal mind.
and so the thoughts of us as humans unfold right in front of me… and what we believe strength to be… never leaving room for its purity and its truth… just craving more and more of it. So on this note I ask… what is strength?
Strength the way I understand are best given by example, as such I shall do so here:
Strength lies in the woman in which that has nothing, but gives everything to the child she willingly chose to create, for no other reason than so that child can have the best life, and the option of choice in things that can not be seen from the position of the mother.
Strength is being persecuted for your beliefs, upon every encounter, because they are different than all the rest, and standing with shoulders back, and head held high and gentle, as the heart simply does not waiver.
Strong is the warrior who is challenged by the fool, and chooses a truth over battle.
Strength is a man fighting for his life and his family at his home because the threat of their death bring s him to his knees in misery.
Strong is the man who’s code of honor rises above every law man has… Honor is noble, if driven by the heart.
Strength is the one who gives up the ways of hate for their spouse and children, and swallows pride, because they accurately understand the wretchedness of a new life growing within the darkness.


Strength is the candle within the darkness… ever beating back the shadows so the children of men can see truth within their blindness.
Strength is the wave crashing upon a rocky coast… and never giving up, because the sea itself wants that land back… and one day.. she shall have it.
Strength exists within us… and we get to learn to bring it out of us.. ounce by ounce. As we do we stand taller, more confident, and truer to what we actually are. It is the Grandest adventure in life… our search for the true depth of our being… so I say… what better place than here, and what better time than now?

The leader

To lead… hmm.

I guess leading is something different for everybody. Leaders, I always thought, are supposed to be responsible, and right and good and true. Their ideals set apart from the rest, so that people can learn by example, not hypocrisy. Leaders are supposed to be the people that understand ever facet of their followers, so they can accurately interpret their needs, and anticipate those needs to prepare for such things.

We are the people who set the rules, the people who wage wars, the people who organize the masses into smaller sections of a greater entity, that has one direction, but many moving parts. Leaders are supposed to represent the true soul of a culture… the entire mind frame of a society or a group, coalescing on, and solidifying into one single communal organism. The head of the pack you might say, though its just a rough outline.

The leaders are the ones that stand against it, when no one else can. We = are the ones that will still believe, when all the rest have lost faith. We are the ones that will show the unloved, love, and trust the untrustworthy, because we understand that if we do not… no one else will.

We carve our course out of life, based upon what ideals we have been taught as children, and the morals we still hold to be true as grown humans. Those of us which don’t follow the grain will be condemned, and denied. We will be ridiculed and persecuted, and some of us killed, for having the strength to try and shape a new path.

Not all of us are good… there have been, and still are many shadowed leaders. What can be said.. no matter how dark and cruel a leader has been, there has not one of them whom has not broke the boundaries of what we thought we knew. The world wasn’t flat.

Leaders can be the most dangerous of people, due to the ability to gather the consensus of the followers, and press forward in guidance towards a determined goal. We are the targeting system of a weapon, as well as the trigger. We are also the mind behind the weapons construction.

To give you examples of great and terrible leaders allow me to provide you with this list:

Jesus
Ghandi
Hitler
Ghengis Khan
Julius Caesar
Alexander the Great
King Arthur
Leonardo Davinci

You decide which is good and which is bad. Just know why you chose them.

The Follower—

To explain this point, I will break this down in the most human of terms.

There seems to be two types of people in this world... one type being the leaders, and one being the followers.

Many of us as humans believe ourselves to be leaders, simply because our culture has told us that it is better to lead than to follow. This is the mark of a true follower, as leaders don’t have to believe, or question or doubt... they simply are.
The follower is someone who has great difficulty choosing a course without some sort of reference to what it’s moving towards. Most followers, only think of their individual needs, and not noticing that reason evades them.

The follower is limited in capacity to only being able to think about oneself, or at most, one other person, which is a defining point in most people. The exception is family, which is where the follower begins to lead a whole new line of followers, and is forced to have leadership traits whether it is their desire or not. family is also one of the things that drive followers into a fervor due to the emotional proximity of the selected few in question. When followers unite, they are what is called a mob, and when mobs form, there is what is called the 'mob mentality'. People will not listen, they invoke violence, they draft their loved ones, all to a cause that is gravitating people with the same emotional wavelength... and has almost always ended up in blood.

We, as 'civilized' society, all believe that we are good to each other, and in reality, most people are actually quite horrible to each other on a day to day basis. Most of the human race lands in the follower category, due to selfish desire, and the inability to think about more than the people inside their own reality. We choose not to realize our selfishness, because our own reality is the most right for each individual, and technically, no one knows whats the most or right or the most wrong for you... but you. Free will is a trip eh?

In essence this defines the follower quite properly. The true follower doesn’t think… they are polarized, and drawn in, by instinct, towards something or someone. They are constantly pursued by their primal instincts, and are quite often driven by them. True thought evades them, for their mind wraps around the center of their reality. When thought itself finds them… it is used only to amplify their gravity towards their prescribed center. Followers can be quite dangerous… when they coalesce on one subject, either real or fictitious, and come together as a full bodied unit. They can be the most powerful of forces, due to the sheer volume of them, and their lack of self control. It is much like a giant wave, which cannot stop, until it strikes the beach, rushes as far up on land as it can, and then begins a slow retreat back into the sea, as the energy itself has diminished.

The follower is the best of students, bar none. Once they find the teacher of similar polarization, they will absorb all things that are said by that person, true or false, and learn the teachers’ exact way of utilizing a specific kind of knowledge. They can be amazingly fast at the learning process, and very territorial of it as well. They will own the knowledge, and keep the practice of it very close to them, as well as protect it, lethally, if necessary. Followers are quite primal in their thoughts, as well as limited in their capacity of problem resolution. We as a species, are over populated with followers.. though that is one man's opinion.

Some people are quite happy being followers, and can stay consistent like this their entire lives. They enjoy that other people make their decisions for them, and that they themselves require little to no will in life in order to achieve their happiness. They are quite successfully in denial of their responsibility, and are quite accustomed to others doing it for them. They only need someone to show them a direction in which they can go, for indecision is a new, burgeoning lifestyle. Change, falls to the wayside, and a new direction is only poised, and unattended while they sit, and wait, for someone else to stand up and grasp it. Once grasped though, they will move behind this new idea, and gather their strength to become a number in a seemingly endless mass of power and movement. The follower is the might behind the idea, and the change that we speak about when we say ‘we need change’. It doesn’t matter if the leader changes the idea of the status quo, because if the follower is not inspired to follow that change, and because the follower IS the status quo due to the sheer volume of us, then the idea of change will wither and die. The follower is in dire need of the leader, as the leader is in dire need of the follower.

It is said that in order to be a great leader, one must first be a great follower. There are reasons for this, and I personally believe them to be true, I challenge you to find out why on your own… because no one can explain the concept better for you… than yourself.

If you have questions… I will be here.