Disconnected Realities 

Disconnected realities

Watching them
Spiritualize war, greed,
separation and fear

Somehow it’s always
God’s will
especially when it’s not

The disconnectors
of reality
Keep ushering in
the crowds
Taking us to
the house of mirrors
to see a distorted image
of who we are
Hoping we hold that image
Because if we do
We’ll ride the rest
of the rides
at a disconnected carnival
with periodic amusement
at parks filled with
not-so-merry go rounds,
bumpercars of ego
always clashing 
never connecting,
cotton candy with
no nutritional value,
overpriced lemonade
made from the lemons
life gave us,
lured into rigged games
by slick-talking carnies
strung out on disconnection
who count on us
to see a distorted image
of ourselves
so they can feed
on insecurities,
and sell us
something else
we don’t need

When all we need is each other 

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Laugh at the Illusions and Stay in Love

When I was leaving a juvenile detention facility after responding to a crisis call, I walked back to my car, got inside my vehicle, and started it to crank the air conditioning up as I wrote down some notes for my report. As I was writing my notes, something happened that made me panic for a few seconds. I thought my vehicle began moving quickly in reverse. I hit my brake as hard as l could, and simultaneously checked to see if my car was in park, which it was, and as I was about to pull my emergency brake, I noticed something that made the few seconds of panic immediately turn to peace and laughter. My car wasn’t moving at all, the car next to me was. The car next to me drove forward, causing the illusion that my car was moving backwards.

Sometimes we are right where God wants us to be, doing exactly what God wants us to be doing, when the words or actions of others (intentionally or unintentionally) cause an illusion that we are off track and there is something wrong with us.

If you know you are where God wants you to be, doing what God wants you to be doing, do not fall into the illusion of fear from what others say or do. Remember, fear always lies in lies and lies always lie in fear. Love is the truth. Stay with God in Love and on purpose in your vision and mission no matter what is happening around you.

Love,

Anthony

Independence is a Lie

Independence is a lie
In an ever-connected
Uni-Verse and Universes
There’s no such thing
As a self-made man 
or self-made woman
Love has no opposite
other than illusions
Just as a seed
Never stops needing
The Earth
We never stop needing
The Creator, Earth, Love,
our hearts and each other

We are completely dependent
Upon the Creator, Earth,
Love, our hearts,
and each other
Independence is a lie
Separation is a hell
Where we cast ourselves
In the illusion of division
Forgetting that
Just
As
A
Seed
Never
Stops
Needing
The
Earth
We
Never
Stop
Needing
The
Creator,
Earth,
Love,
Our
Hearts
And
Each
Other

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Moments of No Words

As a writer, I love words, yet I also love it when words stop – those moments in this life when there are no words. For it is in those moments where we see if the words we’ve written, spoken or quoted ever meant anything.

They talked and talked
Until they couldn’t talk anymore
The last words they wrote
were a question:
If we couldn’t speak
for the rest of our life,
what would the rest
of our life speak about us?

Treatment

If the treatment within treatment
Is the same as the treatment
we experienced before treatment
Then treatment becomes the same treatment
as all the trauma before we arrived in treatment

Can you see beyond the eyes of you
for just a second, please?
I need to be treated with love.
Nothing else will do.
Leave me alone if you must,
but don’t hurt me.
Walk away if you will,
but don’t re-traumatize me.
Can you treat me, doctor?
Will you treat me, therapist?
How?
How will you treat me?
Will I be treated with love?

If the treatment within treatment
Is the same as the treatment
we experienced before treatment
Then treatment becomes the same treatment
as all the trauma before we arrived in treatment

The Mirage of the Ego

The ego can only recognize ego …

The Mirage of the Ego

Two tired, lonely, and thirsty egos
Met at a cool spring
In the middle of the desert
The spring was surrounded
With a thick layer of rose petals
For weary travelers to sleep upon
After they drank
From the pristine water
The two egos departed
From that sacred site together
Yet both remained
Lonely, tired, and thirsty
All they could see
Was each other