Free At Last
A great shining Light has left the world. Nelson Mandela crossed over yesterday. Crossed over just when all of us need him for at least another 95 years. I read that Dick Cheney doesn’t regret voting against freeing Nelson Mandela back when. Dick claims Mandela was a terrorist. I regret that someone as dark and depraved as Dick Cheney ever had the right to vote for anything. Ever. Much less against this brilliant son of The Divine. I totally get that Dickie Boy is a son of The Divine as well. I just don’t like the bastard.
Yep, I find Dick Cheney and anyone who looks like him to be repulsive. Now when I say “looks like him” I don’t mean physically I mean energetically.
I am at a time in my life where I have no truck with narcissists. No heart for people who carry around Darkness like a badge of honor. And I never did have patience for stupid. Can’t blame that on old age or the boogie. I’m just an intellectual snob. I own my stuff. Every impatient, unyielding ounce of it.
These days I only appreciate and celebrate people of like mind and spirit.
I could offer more understanding. Sure. I could allow the shallow and trigger happy to ruin my day more often. If I were reactive to the drama that tends to surround these people I could even allow them to change who I am. But the answer is NO! I am no angel but I’m not Darth Vader in drag and I wish the Anti-Humans would just shut the front door and go away.
Ain’t nobody got time for that! ( HA! I love that expression. )
Awhile back I cleaned house of every single vexation to my spirit. It was a wide sweep and I didn’t pay much attention to categories. I don’t answer my phone when they call. I delete their texts, e-mail, and voice mail without a moments hesitation. I no longer respond to their ever lasting nonsense and I have felt lighter and easier ever since. They were forgiven long ago of course. I’m just not interested in what I refer to as The Dark Arts. If someone wants to “mess around with mean” they need to do it far away from Alex.
You have all heard the story about Mandela inviting his most abusive jailers from his 27 years in prison to certain key events. He felt it was something he needed to do in order to be truly free of the power they had over him. It was an act of forgiveness that was beyond the pale.
If Mandela can forgive what those people did to him then there is nothing I cannot forgive.
The thing is… forgiveness is one thing and forgetting is entirely another. I am not now nor will I ever be as wise and magnanimous as Nelson Mandela.
That being said. I forgive Dick Cheney and those like him for being black-hearted and clueless.
I just don’t want to play with them at recess.
Rest In Peace Mandiba.
Mr Cheney and anyone who “looks like you?” Don’t rest until you buy a clue.
We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All.
And so it is!