It’s Truly Never Personal

A man, who happened to be Native American was sitting at a meeting. During the meeting a man across from him began saying horrific things about Native Americans as he peered directly at the Native American man. The Native American man just smiled and sipped his coffee.

A woman sitting next to the Native American man leaned over and whispered, “Aren’t you Native American?”

“We are older than that term and the other terms that have been imposed upon us, but generally speaking, yes.”

“Doesn’t it bother you what that man is saying about Native Americans?”

The Native American man leaned towards the woman and chuckled, “Ma’am, that man hasn’t said one word about Native Americans. However, that man is speaking volumes about himself.”

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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.

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?

You Already Are. You Always Were.

Our youth dont have to grow up and become somebody or something. They’re so much more than some body or some thing. They’re wakanyeja (sacred beings) with a sacred vision, mission, purpose, and message.

We are all born as wakanyeja (sacred beings), and we remember and grow deeper within this truth by reminding others of this truth. What we teach is what we are choosing to learn.

You don’t have to become anything. You need but simply remember, in this holy instant, that you already are and always were a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. 

Dear Friend,

Dear Friend,

Recently I’ve encountered many people who are and have been doing incredible healing work in their communities. And because of all that’s going on in the world, they’re now questioning if they’ve made or are making any positive difference at all. In my travels and conversations with family and friends, doubt and cynicism seem to be on the rise. This concerns me. God placed this letter on my heart to share love and encouragement with you.

In the past twenty-six years in my calling in youth development I have attended many funerals for young people. I have experienced many grieving parent’s tears shed upon my shoulders as they screamed in agony from losing their child. I’ve been in courtrooms many times as a young person I knew and worked with was given a life sentence. I’ve been in abandoned buildings where children have not had any solid foods for over a week. I’ve been in drug houses and assisted law enforcement in rescuing youth who were being bought and sold for sex. I could go on and on with examples about the evil that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

We can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been wounded and compare tragedies, or we can count our scars as the number of times we’ve been healed and share miracles. It’s not about what you walk into, it’s about what you walk in with. You, my dear friend, walk into the darkest moments of people’s lives delivering light. Can we change what’s already happened in our lives or the lives of others? No. Can we influence what happens next? Absolutely! And sometimes we forget that influencing what happens next is more powerful than what happened before. Inter-generational healing is more powerful than inter-generational trauma. And what an honor it is to be part of a cycle of healing. Thank you for choosing with the Creator of your understanding to be the healing force you’re created to be. I could go on and on with stories of overcoming all odds, fortitude, resilience, healing and miracles that is encountered in my work, our society, and around the world, and I am sure you can too.

A dear friend of mine, who has selflessly served his community for many decades recently described his decades of countless contributions as, “It’s like trying to punch a hole in water. It doesn’t do any good. It’s just a nice illusion.” I reminded him that feeling as if what we’re doing is not making a positive difference is the illusion, not the truth. We all feel like that from time to time, especially after experiencing tragedy. But what is it that we guide our young people to do when they’ve experienced pain, loss and tragedy? We guide them in honoring their feelings. We guide them in expressing their feelings in a manner that is not destructive. We guide them in channeling their pain, loss, and tragedy into healing medicines for themselves, their family, and our communities. We guide them in how to use every stone that life hits them with as a stepping stone to create a better path for themselves and others, instead of using those stones to build a wall around their hearts and give up.  And isn’t that exactly what guided you to the path of service you’re on right now? Now isn’t the time to give up. Now is the time to remember why you started and why you’ve held on so long.

Any reason why we want to give up on our vision, mission, and purpose is also the same place where our vision, mission, and purpose can become even more clear, refueled and restored. The work you do is so important and I thank you for doing it. I honor you for doing it.

Sincerely,

Anthony Goulet

Waking Up or Getting Up?

Don’t just get up, wake up to the truth that you are a sacred blessing, miracle and gift. Vision begins within. The true vision of love extends outward in healing. The distorted vision of fear projects outward in destruction. 

Until someone can see you as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, they cannot see you.
Until you can see yourself as a sacred blessing, miracle and gift, you cannot see you.