Dear tau,
...and while reading yours, came the idea...'and a million animals should die that the 'whole nation' (control) should perish not. (PERISH THE THOUGHT!) Today is TODAY. NOW is the POINT OF OUR POWER. In this MOMENT, I can continue to blame the past thus GIVING IT MORE ENERGY to exist in my NOW which will keep me enslaved (How clever of 'them' to give us the holocaust revisited a thousand times...knowing the hatred that it brings to those whose throats it is forced down thus making victims a thousand times of the ones you and others on this forum would prefer to blame.) OR, I can stop the infernal bleating they are stealing from the mouths of the dying sheep by withdrawing my participation...my addiction...to the idea that they will kill me too, if I do not stay vigilant of FEAR. As long as I am vigilant of FEAR, I am hypnotized/frozen, incapable of CREATING in the moment.

The moment I withdraw my fear, I withdraw my support...of THEM, who are even now attempting to feed upon it. I am their breakfast, lunch and dinner no less than the ground up cow is fed to the herd. My own precious energy becomes Soylent Green the moment I ignore my NOW ability and go off to live in their definition of Time...Gregorian Calendar chanted to the tune of 12...while the beat of my heart pulses to the Moon's 13...and the howl of the wolf bemoans the split in my soul.

How do I withdraw then? It is so easy. It was there all along: I STOP finishing the sentence: I am...
And everytime I find myself finishing it, I ask myself the simple question 'Why?' and if there is any response, I ask again, 'Why?' until the noise stops. Ahhh, yes, 'you must become as little children if you are to enter the kingdom of heaven.' And what does the 2-year old do that drives the parent crazy? He asks incessantly: WHY?! So I become the little child...and I enter...gingerly at first...the Kingdom of Heaven that is meant to be Earth.

Buckminster Fuller had it right after all... We are addicted to finishing the sentence. We cannot help ourselves. ...Thus we must go 'cold turkey'!
WHY?: The Perfect Rhetorical Question...
Esclarmonde