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Your need for control is the first sign that you are afraid…

Good morning! I am so glad you are back! Today I am feeling really passionate about my concern for the world we are living in…my concern for my safety…for your safety…for the safety of our children and our elders, our Moms and our Dads, our educators and our working class…our brothers and our sisters…

I will not debate gun control with anyone and I will not debate politics or even talk politics or religion with anyone…most of the time…

Today though, I want to point out that guns do not kill people. Period. Guns, lying loaded on a table, untouched by human hands, do not kill anyone. Period.

Just because I love you, here is another fun fact…forks do not make people fat. Did you know that? Some people, many people, do not know that forks do not make people fat.

Do you know hat 500 million straws will fill over 127 school buses each day, or more than 46,400 school buses every year. 500 million straws per day is an average of 1.6 straws per person (in the US) per day.

So, just to be clear, straws destroy the planet and our marine family…but they only kill our family, if we use them. If we stopped using straws, reduced our straw print…we would stop killing our marine family.

We are the ones holding the straws and the guns and the forks, are we not? I have a drawer full of forks and I weigh about 110 pounds.

In my entire lifetime, including my time as an armed messenger guard for Loomis Fargo, I have never shot anyone, not ever once.

I have a reusable straw, which I am well aware I do not use 100% of the time….and there is no try…I need to fucking commit to not ever using another plastic straw again, ever. Fuck…I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Okay, I publicly commit, to never using another plastic straw again…if I don’t have my reusable straw, I will go without a straw, from this moment forward. (Please be gentle with me and with yourself, as your awareness elevates and your awareness opens up…if you see me with a straw, gently remind me that I made a commitment to Mother Earth…and I will develop new practices…and hey, so will you…if we help each other and hold each other accountable, in nothing but love and kindness…).

In my small East Mountain Community, we are being inundated with violence. There are plenty of people, with guns, killing people.

Our gas attendant, Mike, was gunned down at Smith’s gas station in Edgewood, by seven other people. Mike went to work that day, just like every other day, I suppose. Mike never made it back to his car to drive home and his car sat right where he parked it, for days and days, with flowers and candles and love notes piling up. Isn’t it strange how a car no one ever noticed or even gave a shit about, became our common place to offer condolences, share tears and love and memories?

The gun that fired the bullets that eventually killed Mike, had men behind them. The men and women behind the guns, the legislation behind the guns…isn’t this what we should be addressing? Not the fucking gun…No more than the vehicles driven in cases of vehicular manslaughter kill people, do guns, used in violent crimes kill people…Hurt people kill people.

I think it’s fair to say that if you fire a gun at an unarmed and defenseless person, you might be a hurt people…and hurt people hurt people…we live in a world full of hurt people, hurting people.

The concern over taking God out of government and schools…I prefer to look at this a little differently, and the way I see it is this:

( and please remember that I am not writing to debate, I write to heal myself…that’s it…This is not a forum for debate or nasty commentary…thank you in advance for your decorum).

I believe that you have to stand for something or you will fall for anything. (Thank you Aaron Tippin…I listened to this song my whole life growing up). YOU have to know what YOU stand for. Do not allow yourself to be influenced by the opinion of others who have not even begun to awaken yet.

I personally believe in a higher power. I believe that there is something more, something bigger, something greater than myself. I believe that I came from somewhere and that I am journeying somewhere. I believe that God has me, in all things.

I grew up going to church every Sunday until I was eighteen years old. I am so thankful for the spiritual foundation this has given me. I am not religious, not even a little bit and I never was. I am probably one of the most spiritual people you will ever meet and I believe in something more than myself.

We cannot take God out of a school or a government that he was never present in, in the first place. God isn’t out there flying around, fucking with you, God is in you. God is you and you are God.

This is a paraphrase to one of my favorite quotes from Dr. Wayne Dyer, who was quoting someone else, that I cannot recall in this moment:

“I will give you and orange if you can show me where God is and the Avatar replies, I will give you two oranges if you can show me where God is not.”

Unfortunately, religious fanatics and people who are willing to judge and persecute, to misuse and abuse, in Gods very name, have made things confusing for us all.

I grew up believing what I was taught and when I was old enough to vote, I registered republican, because I was supposed to. Don’t we all do that? We mimic the people we look up to, that we love the most…and we take on their beliefs and their views of the world, as though they are our own. I know I did and I know that I appreciate the input…I appreciate more, my own individuality and my own views and my own beliefs. So for me, it’s simple, I am going to go with what I believe…and isn’t that why we are all here in the first place, to figure that out?

I believe most of all, that I am entitled and you are entitled, to our own beliefs, whatever they may be. I also believe that I am in charge of my body and you are in charge of your body. I believe that I am responsible for my actions and you are responsible for your actions. We also, must all realize, that as much as we are able to make our own choices, we are also responsible for the consequences of our actions.

Gun control, fork control, birth control and building a wall to keep people who do not “belong “ out…this is all control and it is a mute fucking point. The need for control, in actuality, is the admission that you have no control at all, and that you are fucking scared.

If you want to look weak and bewildered…ignorant and intolerant…make sure that you are in control, at all costs. Ask me…I have spent the greater part of 44 years, trying to regain control that was ripped from me before I ever even knew what the fuck it was in the first place.

So, I am going to go grab a fork out of my kitchen drawer and eat something for breakfast. I will have my OJ, no straw. I will quietly give thanks in my heart for the abundance and blessings in my life. I will embrace my beautiful girl and head out into the world to spread some love, love, love…

 

1 thought on “Your need for control is the first sign that you are afraid…

  1. Awesome and profound. Something I needed to validate that my mission here on earth has merit. I too believe that the powers to be that need control in their names are the weakest, more fearful individuals I have ever met. I actually find them pathetic and I almost feel sorry that they couldn’t find something else to do in life other than control who lives, who dies and who pays the price for not caving into their controlling ways. Good message. Keep up the good work. Tracie

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