The rope of oppression binds our hands when we reach for something different.  Its harsh fibers cut our ankles if we step out of line. The rope of oppression keeps us in line, habitually, until it wears thin and rough from constant rubbing against our own unexercised choices.

If we were to tease these fibers apart, we would find ourselves. We are all there; holding and being held, shaping, judging, condemning. This is Oppression.

My life is harmed when yours is oppressed and condemned as unworthy of being alive by beings temporarily more powerful. More powerful because they too were held down and tortured, and their rage has rendered them more potent.  For this moment.

This is hard to feel, hard to allow into the body, heart, and mind.  It smells of childhood terror, fear and powerlessness, and so much unexpressed anger.  There is an end, an antidote to this perversion of humanity. It is there in the Ethers.  Ask those who pray or meditate, those who live in peace because they honor and revere LIFE.

“Put down the sharp things, the tools of separation that keep us from connecting to each other as physical beings. Slow down, slow down, slow down more, and feel what is really here.”

Look in my eyes and I will look in yours.  We will acknowledge the worst and the best in ourselves, and recognize this in those that we have named, “the other.” We can leave this plain of War, not as friends, but not as enemies. Grant each other the freedom to be something different than ourselves.

 War is the most ignorant method of problem solving, it needs to be removed from the human lexicon forever. Stop killing our families, stop killing our children, and leave us unmolested.

As a Woman, a Mother and Grandmother, a life giver and a care taker, I have had enough.