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

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One Important Question 

I spend a lot of time teaching youth peaceful ways to resolve conflicts. Violence isn’t just hitting, stabbing, or shooting someone. Peace isn’t just refraining from hitting, stabbing or shooting someone. Violence and peace are mindsets. Peace and violence are choices. In making the choice of violence, there are many ways to carry it out. In making the choice of peace, there are many ways to carry it out. Once any decision is made, the path becomes clear. Once a commitment is made, the path is walked, and becomes something you know, not just know about.

There are far too many youth who know the path of violence at an early age. And there are too few adults who teach the path of peace by example in thought, speech and action. Peace is not passive, or cowardice. Peace is active and courageous.

There is an old samurai proverb that says, “A warrior can choose to be a pacifist, everyone else is condemned to it.” After being proven in battle in the ring, dojo, and on the streets many times over, I chose peace and then committed myself to its grace. And when I made that commitment, there were few men who supported me in that. But the men who did support me in my commitment to peace were men who’ve experienced the extremes of violence and war, so they understood, better than most, the importance of peace. After enough experience you learn that all violence is senseless.

When I was struggling to commit myself to a path of peace by taking my first steps upon it, the Creator posed a question to me deep within my heart, “Do you think I created you to be a healing force or a destructive force?”

It’s easy to say something negative and mean. It’s easy to throw a punch. It’s easy to use a weapon. In a world that glorifies violence and even rewards it, it takes strength, courage, and trust in the Creator to bless those who curses you, and walk away from those who want to fight you.

My uncle taught me a long time ago that the war is always behind the other person’s eyes – the war is within them, their own mind – their own choice. And so it is with peace. Peace is always behind the other person’s eyes – the peace is within them, their own mind – their own choice. Peace can be behind our own eyes, and in our own mind at any moment we choose.

What’s the reward? Often times I’ve found the reward for choosing peace is simply peace itself. And I have found few, if any rewards greater than peace.

The question the Creator posed to me years ago is a question I’ve asked many youth over the years. Although for most people the answer is obvious, the commitment to being a healing force needs to be obvious now more than ever before. Do you think you’ve been created to be a healing force or a destructive force?

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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Bandwagons Again 

Bandwagons passing by again

Playing a tune again

Wanting us to jump on again

To be taken away again

Listening beyond the beats again 

To the lyrics again

The same song of fear again

Captivating the masses again

Songs of division & separation again 

I pull back the curtain again

And see the conductor of fear again 

Encouraging us to join in again 

‘No thanks,’ I say again

I’ll wait again 

For the bandwagon of truth again,

and again, and again,

with Love as the conductor again

To join Love’s bandwagon again

That carries us back to our hearts again

The place where we remember again

That we are each other again 

The Divine Dinner Table

Barely being able to see
Over the table
I peeked my head up
And saw I was at a dinner table

There, before me,
are all my favorite foods
drenched in love –
seasoned with compassion,
joy and acceptance
The juice in my cup
Is of the finest nectar
Made from the most
beautiful and nutritious fruits –
sprinkled with lights
from the stars of Heaven
Mixed together by Angels
Who sing as they prepare
Our meal

One of the other children
At the Divine Dinner Table
Began to say a prayer
When a loving, confident,
gentle voice interrupted,
“Everything is already blessed
because you are here.”

I peeked my head up again
To see who said those words
And saw that it’s God
Sitting with all of us – the world
at the Divine Dinner Table

God is as close or as far away
as you want Him to be
Every person, animal,
plant, stone – all of creation
from the past, present, and future
Has a seat
at the Divine Dinner Table

We are all just little children
laughing while eating
delicious food, and knowing
We’re loved, safe,
protected and important
Oh, the Angels sing
When we come together like this!

The only cranky children
Are those who refuse
To take their rightful place
At the Divine Dinner Table
They each have their own reasons
For not sitting in their blessed chair,
but none of their reasons
ever makes them happy

The Divine Dinner Table

Beauty for Ashes

Beauty for Ashes

Today is the 9 month anniversary of our 23 year old daughter, Kelin, passing from the physical realm. Some moments are more difficult than others, but each moment is filled with a gift.

A few months ago, Kelin’s son, Andy, our grandson who is 2 and a half years old, woke up and said, “My mom came to me in a dream last night, hugged me, told me I am handsome and that she’s going to bring me chocolates.”

For me, beauty for ashes doesn’t always mean that the Creator says, “Poof! Here’s peace.” Sometimes beauty for ashes comes from the Creator by us allowing Love, Prayer, Laughter and Tears to take us by the hand, and sing, write, draw, or paint the pain out until the beauty comes forth.

Today was a day to do my best with words and paint to honor Kelin, as well as honor the beautiful reminder from God through a 2 and a half year old child. A reminder that we are all ever-connected by and with Love. There is no death, only transition, and our loved ones who are no longer with us in physical form can certainly give us hugs and chocolates from heaven when our hearts are open to receive them.

~ Walk in Beauty, Walk in Love

Freedom Is Free

Freedom isn’t free? What’s the cost? Bloodshed? How much killing will it take to free you? Are you incapable of being free unless I am killed? A child, mother, boy, father, man, or woman has to die for you to be free? Within the battlefields where you claim freedom is found, what are you free from? What are you free to do after the bloodshed, which you weren’t free to do before the killing?

I know we can all agree that if we placed a five year old representative from every country, nation, and tribe in the same room and left them alone they would not kill one another. They would be in mysterious wonder and awe with one another in hearing different languages, seeing different dress and physical features. They would play. They may become cranky and argue, but they would not innately be inclined to kill each other. Why is that? Because killing and hatred are taught through an indoctrination process that is riddled with sociopathic tendencies contrary to our human nature – our spirit. The root of all violence is fear, and the root of all fearlessness is love. As human beings we all come from the same root – love. We can be transplanted, yet our divine root is the same. Depending upon our environment we may have to dig a little deeper to remember the magnificent root that connects all life, but it can be done; and this is of the utmost importance if we truly desire freedom and the peace that comes with true freedom.

To be indoctrinated by religion, religious institutions, governments, flags, and anthems is considered patriotic, yet in this patriotism when we no longer see another human being as a human being, but rather someone who must die for us to be free, where is the freedom in this patriotic perception that separates us, and reduces fellow human beings to targets with a bounty on their heads for freedom? What is the difference between an American mother, Palestinian mother, Canadian mother, any mother holding her dead child who was killed in war?

All militaries train people to become soldiers. To cultivate a civilian to a soldier, the civilian is taken through extensive training to no longer see a human being in a different uniform as a human being, but a target. This intensive and extensive training is required because instinctually the vast majority of human beings, apart from psychopaths, do not have the innate desire to kill other human beings. Killing is contrary to the being in human being. Human beings are not instinctually inclined to kill one another. Militaries train soldiers to kill, while government and religious institutions train civilian, non-combatants to cheer for the team that bears the same flag and anthem. This process creates sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies throughout all societies in both soldiers and civilians, which diminishes the civilized in the word civilian. At best, sociopathic and psychopathic indoctrination creates apathy, and at worst it creates a pleasure about a human being on the “other team” who had to die, yet great mourning about the human being on “our team” who had to die. Did anyone really have to die? We may say R.I.P (Rest In Peace), however, we as humanity can change R.I.P to P.I.R (Peace Is Rest) and in P.I.R no one has to die for another to be free and at peace. We as humanity can find peace in living, not dying or killing. Besides, if killing for peace and freedom truly worked there would be Heaven on Earth by now.

Before the gradual introduction of borders, boundaries, flags, and anthems which made way to the spiritual bipolar disorder known as separation, which avalanched to full-blown sociopathic and psychopathic societies, freedom was free. We were free to know our true selves through each other and all of creation. Perhaps we are afraid of seeing our sacredness again, and each time we catch a glimpse of the Creator of our understanding through another person, we either run from that sacred reflection or kill it. We as a society are not afraid of our own shadows, we are afraid of our own light, never realizing the simplicity that each human being is a piece that pieces peace together.

Everyone is a door to freedom for others. However, before we can recognize the doorways to freedom in others we must first open this doorway within ourselves. Like children, if adults listened, truly listened to our hearts, we would not hear hatred or violence. No, our hearts sing of love, the remembrance of true freedom, and a longing to be open and share our true voice once again. An open heart is an open door that frees all captives. It’s such a short walk from our head back to our heart, only seventeen inches, and in taking these very few steps within ourselves we remember that freedom is free.