::: I never really decided I was going to become an artist, it just happened to me. Sometimes when I am inspired to compose a poem or to paint it, I have the sad realization of how distant we have become from divine Remembrance and this is one of the most painful feelings I can experience.
In our man-made system, it’s customary to reward the ego and all the evils that derive from it. Yet humans, all divinely created, do not have their origin in this system so why do they reflect its standards all set by some false alien “authority”? Sadly enough, I often feel isolated from many of my own kind, because before they try to help that which is an expression of Love, even when they do admire it they seem to watch it in fear first, curious about how this object of admiration will “make it” amidst a fierce system that punishes the soul.
With fervor, they tend to compliment what they see, yet they have been so trained to be selfish and driven by prose that they will not do anything to help the next person even when they know it’s within their power to do so. Simple gestures can be of big help to our fellow creatures sometimes, it doesn’t require anything on our part but caring.
CARING: this is what’s lacking, this is the major cause of all our plagues (starvation, imperialism, wars, poverty, prejudice, biological and nuclear weapons …etc…). I sometimes wonder about all these evil tactics used to rout those who aspire for complete Independence and Freedom; after all, these ideals are all men’s divine right! Instead, populations are forced to dismiss or prostitute their souls just for the “guarantee” to live with security or to acquire the most basic necessities which all men deserve. But since we live in a world of widespread corruption and deliberate elitism, many end up having no other choice but to surrender to the power-hungry elitists who either open doors or close them to men’s opportunities at will.
The system supporters seem to defy Nature itself while watching if the soul will exist and evolve the way it is, with its integrity and its Love. As the soul refuses to put its spark to their service, they patiently watch its evolution or regression waiting for the opportunity to kneel it down before them, they look out for the soul’s moment of despair and desolation and lo! Like vultures, they ambush it. Verily, populations suffer! It seems there is no more heart after we have been so systematized and made to yield our true innate nature, our humaneness. I’m not proud at all to be part of a world where lowliness and cruelty are the norm. :::