February 14th, 2017 In rEVOLution I open my heART wide... and know! I accept what I cannot change. I take action where I can make change happen. A revolution can cause an evolutionary SHIFT. REVOLUTION (as it happens to have the word LOVE built in) is what happens when LOVE is lacking in the spirit of humanity. We the People cannot live without LOVE. We the people will rise up whenever the spirit of the times fails to serve us the promise of LOVE. We are United in LOVE. It is an impossibility for us to be divided in LOVE. I resolve myself to share, speak, teach, think, act, embody and presence LOVE as a mother, who holds the darkness of her womb as a most sacred space to nurture and grow. To all who need to be held in this space and to be WHOLE at this time, I am holding you now in the sacred space. And to Mr President, to you my child, if I must carry you in the promise of the womb, kicking and screaming against the walls of the birthing place that holds you despite your angst and the anxiety you thrust out in search of unleashing your own fears; amidst your fear of LOVE, let me be the one who bears the pain of your feet pushing against the walls of my womb that heals. Because. . . I HAVE THE TENACITY. I HAVE THE COURAGE. I HAVE THE STRENGTH . . . of the GREAT MOTHER... and the many, many, many mothers . . . who will hold you in the walls of darkness, until there is no more room for you in the crowded space you take up... until you have finally grown too big for the womb, until your knees are tucked tightly up into your chest and you have no more room to move about, until in the darkness you are CLEAR you will no longer survive unless you transform and go the way of the light. . . and then shall I gather my tribe and show you the face of true LOVE. And let this story be your guide... The following story; some dispute truth in practice or tribe. HOWEVER, the lesson is LASER CLEAR. In the BaBemba tribe of Luapula, Zambia, when a person acts irresponsibly or unjustly he is placed in the center of the village, alone and unfettered. All work ceases, and every man, woman and child in the village gathers in a large circle around the accused individual. Then each person in the tribe, regardless of age, begins to talk out loud to the accused, one at a time, about all the good things the person in the center of the circle has done in his lifetime. Every incident, every experience that can be recalled with any detail and accuracy is recounted. All his positive attributes, good deeds, strengths and kindnesses are recited carefully and at length. No one is permitted to fabricate, exaggerate or be facetious about his accomplishments or the positive aspects of his personality. The tribal ceremony often lasts several days and does not cease until everyone is drained of every positive comment he can muster about the person in question. At the end the tribal circle is broken, a joyous celebration takes place, and the person symbolically and literally is welcome back into the tribe. I am convinced the only punishment that will ever work is love.
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