Okay, people! I just read the two post entries in a forum thread about hoaxes and how some new agers are apparently not genuine. I don’t know if they are genuine or not. And I don’t care if they come across as fluff or frauds.
I like fluff with all the colors of the rainbow. Anyone who has the creative potential to stand up in front of complete strangers and make a fool of him/her/itself is worthy of my attention. I, of course, know full well how capable the damn frauds take advantage of the innocent — none of which are worthy of my sympathy.
The logic is that one fools and the other is fooled.
When I happen to come across freaks of nature, homeless deadbeats or just the plain buck ugly, I truly step back (and feel sorry, really), access the situation (or person) at hand, use whatever slow discernment I may employ from my gray matter and decide on their fates with some decent common sense.
Mostly I show mercy without thinking. Unfortunately, this is due to curiosity: It continues to kill me — many times over. However, I still live with hope that some bitter resentments for believing the weird ones: — neurotics, psychotics or other abnormalities that one would unfairly label another sentient being — will fade away with time and from my memory cells.
I figured if the ‘agency’ had anything to do with their unfortunate state of affairs (either by their own doing or not), then it is our moral responsibility to take action (or intervene). Prayers only work for the telepaths. Heartfelt ones are known by me but not by whom those ‘warm hugs’ originated. The rest is fair game.
And games are supposed to be fun along with some humor, right? Yet some get hurt and injured: I know for I am one of ‘them’! Death is another rare thing in games as in the reality of life on this planet. And I’ve learned sacrifices mean going all the way by taking up the cross and bleeding to death.
But out of the ashes, comes new life — y’all learned that stuff in biology class! Anyway, classes are full of students and at least one teacher on hand. But I see teachers in all of us, even during the presidential race.
In summary, I learned to hate you all, bottom-line. I learned that loving self, anything and anyone sucks. My purpose is to put the pieces of the puzzles together and make sense of your words. There are too many words — its noise to my big brain.
So that’s the answer: You will do whatever you want with your lives. If it means doing nothing, so be it. Amen and good morning. Nah!
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