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Humanity stands at a critical crossroad.
Many of us wonder why we are experiencing unusual weather patterns and why disasters are now happening more frequently. There are theories about "normal earth changes" and "global warming" and "the Earth tilting on its axis" and even "the world coming to an end." There is also scientific proof of the existence and use of weather modification technologies.
I feel that there may be SOME Truth in most theories - that there are multiple reasons for these sudden shifts in our climate. . .although misuse of existing weather modification technologies feels like it deserves some responsibility for the weather changes.
Intentional man made disasters are not
Natural, not normal and NOT “Meant to be.
Natural, not normal and NOT “Meant to be.
But no matter how it's perceived or what it's called, it is obvious that these disasters are reforming our ways of living, thinking and feeling. When I step back and look at the bigger picture - at the destructive levels of greed, selfishness and hate that are growing in humanity, it seems like ALL of humanity needs to wake and find the Heart to re-set its priorities.
Perhaps its time for us to begin learning deeper levels of what really matters most in life. Perhaps its time for us to finish realizing that the highest measure of a being only calculates how much genuine Heart we have. . .and does not even consider how much control we have over others or how much money and property we own.
No matter how difficult life is today
No matter how much is torn away,
Light will shine on all of humanity
As we embrace our Hearts
And set Love free.
No matter how much is torn away,
Light will shine on all of humanity
As we embrace our Hearts
And set Love free.
World I See
What kind of world can my weary eyes See?
What kind of world must grow to be?
A world where Love is valued most,
And compassion is the steady host,
A world where kindness picks up paces
To lift broken people from wounded places.
A world where we all weather the storms
And Love is birthed from all that gets torn,
A world where the void of greed and hate
Is filled with Love by hands of fate,
A world where all is in a state of repair
And none are left in deep despair.
What kind of world can my weary eyes See?
What kind of world must grow to be?
A world where Love is valued most,
And compassion is the steady host,
A world where kindness picks up paces
To lift broken people from wounded places.
A world where we all weather the storms
And Love is birthed from all that gets torn,
A world where the void of greed and hate
Is filled with Love by hands of fate,
A world where all is in a state of repair
And none are left in deep despair.
