Category: Inspiration

They almost have it right. They are just a little bit short of knowing the truth, that you and I are not energy or part of it, we are senior to it. We create energy. We are not everywhere, we are not located in space and time but can consider ourselves located, so we are. We have the potential to know everything, past, present and future. And we can create our future.

https://www.nexusnewsfeed.com/article/science-futures/quantum-oneness-how-physics-proves-you-are-simultaneously-everywhere/

Some would argue that psychiatry is a greater threat as a psychiatrist can be found behind every bad condition on the planet.

Your right to your own opinion and to express it are enshrined in the Universal declaration of human rights.

I hold that when a person dies
His soul returns again to earth;
Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise
Another mother gives him birth.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain
The old soul takes the road again.

Such is my own belief and trust;
This hand, this hand that holds the pen,
Has many a hundred times been dust
And turned, as dust, to dust again;
These eyes of mine have blinked and shown
In Thebes, in Troy, in Babylon.

All that I rightly think or do,
Or make, or spoil, or bless, or blast,
Is curse or blessing justly due
For sloth or effort in the past.
My life’s a statement of the sum
Of vice indulged, or overcome.

I know that in my lives to be
My sorry heart will ache and burn,
And worship, unavailingly,
The woman whom I used to spurn,
And shake to see another have
The love I spurned, the love she gave.

And I shall know, in angry words,
In gibes, and mocks, and many a tear,
A carrion flock of homing-birds,
The gibes and scorns I uttered here.
The brave word that I failed to speak
Will brand me dastard on the cheek.

And as I wander on the roads
I shall be helped and healed and blessed;
Dear words shall cheer and be as goads
To urge to heights before unguessed.
My road shall be the road I made;
All that I gave shall be repaid.

So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.