Let’s lay down the weapons of hate and aggression

IT’S a well-known fact that Mother Earth can do without the “human race”, but that humans, no matter how advanced or brilliant we may think we are, are unable to exist without Mother Earth.

The other thought that continues to gnaw at my soul is how we can never allow our wounds to heal, but there will always be those who thrive in continually picking at the scab meant to help with healing, to reopen that wound and invite new bacteria to creep in, allowing it to fester anew.

For aeons, “mankind” (what a paradox of a word), has sown mayhem, anger, hate, conflict and disruption where once all that was good resided.

Never satisfied, inducing a ganging up of one envious, power-hungry gang of miscreants against another, until tribes of war are formed, which in their quest of envy, take up arms of some kind or another, from rocks to sophisticated weapons, to take by violent means from each other that which is not theirs to take – that which they have not built up, or that which was taken by force from another, from those who often toiled long and hard possibly as a peaceful band, to create.

Only to proclaim victory of bad over evil, disadvantaged against whatever they deemed the opposite of their lot to be. “Good fighting against bad”, which may actually have been bad fighting against good, depending upon whoever managed to live to tell the tale.

The fact remains: after every war, the illness that it often is or becomes must be followed by a period of healing. This is necessary to grow, rebuild and move on to a better space. Without it, the war continues, unabated, the sickness of both mind and body grows and festers, until the resultant insanity overwhelms the chance of renewal, picking the scab of the healing wound, only to re-infect and cause even a bigger problem to develop.

The endless cycle, not of recovery and healing, but of seething and dwelling in the infectious cesspit, becomes the reward and the victor.

Old wounds are scratched open, old graves dug up, old wounds renewed, long dead rotten corpses bandied about to spread a new virus and disease over those who played no part in the original misery, to become the new fodder of those who thrive on sowing misery and hatred, where healing was a seed trying to grow a new breed of hope, resolve and forgiveness.

If that modus operandi is not expediently and properly nipped in the bud, the endless cycle of hatred and retribution will surely overcome any hope of renewal and regeneration. Nothing of any greatness to be celebrated will ensue.

Can we please lay down our weapons of hate, aggression and the unforgiving nature that digs its own grave, and pick up the tools of unity, kindness and renewal, and start building foundations solid enough to ensure a future, not only for the living, but for those not yet born?

Don’t follow the prophets of doom and darkness, for that is the only reward for doing so.

Please leave the dead to find peace in their transition into that realm where forgiveness, healing and rebirth is the reward, and stop plundering their souls with the hatred and retribution that only those who live in darkness use as a hole to hide, from which to plot their next destructive moves.

And remember to think and use your vote wisely. Beware that promises made prior to elections don’t disappear after the results deliver the same victors who spread the same lies as before, or those who adopt the same policies with even more cunning and deceit.