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# *A curse, deeply embedded into the DNA.. this is the inevitable fallout  of the love of man-- "Sins, passed down from fathers to the sons.." even with the best of fathers, and the most tenderest of sons. As in all things inherent within the confines of a fallen world, this universal brokenness too must be worked out, from a deep place within the heart and will of the carrier. Little mini-carriers do not yet understand,  yet as they grow, it is in an even more deeply- embedded trait within us that tells us that we need to rise above           that which now  quenches..                   Our own rightful glory--                the one that is ours to step into                within the process of Becoming.   There is always hope.   In the end,                            death's current rein, loses;                        Hell-bent on doing all it can                        to keep us hidden from love, it stoops so low as to even that of harming a child--           through the dark-blanket-covering of             one's own little spirit..  in to concealment. Always is there a threat, that if gone unchecked over time,         that there would become a searing,             but  also  a threat to one's little spirit, is the risk of annihilation to their own little autonomy-- were they to crawl back into the womb  in deep  need for love and protection from what now attempts        to sear the little-one into complete removal   from  love's  healing light. It is the great oppression of the world,  that its inhabitants have had to so very unfairly learn how to hide from Love-- and yes.. even at such an early age.  The injustice of it all is overcome  when the struggler learns how to rise above--              even that which causes most,                     them to want to (or have to)  hide.        This very struggle, if left unchecked        (or becomes greatly multiplied through the horrors        of childhood trauma)    that sadly,             some little-ones are unjustly  forced  to endure.. these things can become the roots of what would/could  eventually evolve into varying grades of schizophrenia and/or   a whole slew of other mental/emotional disabilities. Thus is the world, in how it becomes pinned down,    and separated from Love.. the sad fallout, towards outcome.. for some.            You (and those you love) will not become one of these unfortunate ones, my sweet friend.             No...  no,  not at all.* #
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Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
O Children..
# *A curse, deeply embedded into the DNA.. this is the inevitable fallout  of the love of man-- "Sins, passed down from fathers to the sons.." even with the best of fathers, and the most tenderest of sons. As in all things inherent within the confines of a fallen world, this universal brokenness too must be worked out, from a deep place within the heart and will of the carrier. Little mini-carriers do not yet understand,  yet as they grow, it is in an even more deeply- embedded trait within us that tells us that we need to rise above           that which now  quenches..                   Our own rightful glory--                the one that is ours to step into                within the process of Becoming.   There is always hope.   In the end,                            death's current rein, loses;                        Hell-bent on doing all it can                        to keep us hidden from love, it stoops so low as to even that of harming a child--           through the dark-blanket-covering of             one's own little spirit..  in to concealment. Always is there a threat, that if gone unchecked over time,         that there would become a searing,             but  also  a threat to one's little spirit, is the risk of annihilation to their own little autonomy-- were they to crawl back into the womb  in deep  need for love and protection from what now attempts        to sear the little-one into complete removal   from  love's  healing light. It is the great oppression of the world,  that its inhabitants have had to so very unfairly learn how to hide from Love-- and yes.. even at such an early age.  The injustice of it all is overcome  when the struggler learns how to rise above--              even that which causes most,                     them to want to (or have to)  hide.        This very struggle, if left unchecked        (or becomes greatly multiplied through the horrors        of childhood trauma)    that sadly,             some little-ones are unjustly  forced  to endure.. these things can become the roots of what would/could  eventually evolve into varying grades of schizophrenia and/or   a whole slew of other mental/emotional disabilities. Thus is the world, in how it becomes pinned down,    and separated from Love.. the sad fallout, towards outcome.. for some.            You (and those you love) will not become one of these unfortunate ones, my sweet friend.             No...  no,  not at all.* #
Pass me that lovely little gun My dear, my darling one The cleaners are coming, one by one You don’t even want to let them start They are knocking now upon your door They measure the room, they know the score They’re mopping up the butcher’s floor Of your broken little hearts O children Forgive us now for what we’ve done It started out as a bit of fun Here, take these before we run away The keys to the gulag O children Lift up your voice, lift up your voice Children Rejoice, rejoice Here comes Frank and poor old Jim They’re gathering round with all my friends We’re older now, the light is dim And you are only just beginning O children We have the answer to all your fears It’s short, it’s simple, it’s crystal clear It’s round about, it’s somewhere here Lost amongst our winnings O children Lift up your voice, lift up your voice Children Rejoice, rejoice The cleaners have done their job on you They’re hip to it, man, they’re in the groove They’ve hosed you down, you’re good as new They’re lining up to inspect you O children Poor old Jim’s white as a ghost He’s found the answer that was lost We’re all weeping now, weeping because There ain’t nothing we can do to protect you O children Lift up your voice, lift up your voice Children Rejoice, rejoice Hey little train We are all jumping on The train that goes to the Kingdom We’re happy, Ma, we’re having fun And the train ain’t even left the station Hey, little train Wait for me I once was blind but now I see Have you left a seat for me? Is that such a stretch of the imagination? Hey little train.. wait for me I was held in chains but now I’m free I’m hanging in there, don’t you see In this process of elimination Hey little train We are all jumping on The train that goes to the Kingdom We’re happy, Ma, we’re having fun It’s beyond my wildest expectation Hey little train We are all jumping on The train that goes to the Kingdom We’re happy, Ma, we’re having fun And the train ain’t even left the station https://youtu.be/igMg5fO7Gqc?si=pim380UShrcz5M_d ❤
#love#pain#childhoodtrauma#falleness#happiness#healing#giftednenness#nickcaveandthebadseedees#beautifuleternities
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Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
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