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Write for Freedom. Write for Love. Write for Peace. Write for Liberty. Write for Nature. Write for God. Speak for Truth. Speak for Love. Speak for Peace. Speak for Liberty. Speak for Nature. Speak for God. Do in Righteousness. Do in Love. Do in Peace. Do in Liberty. Do in Nature. Do in God. You are Divinity. You are Love. You are Peace. You are Liberty. You are Nature. You are God’s Love. Be Creation. Be Love. Be Peace. Be Liberty. Be Nature. Be God’s Love. This site requires JavaScript to run correctly.

Politics are not a problem. Politics are a symptom. Politics will change when we heal our relationship with money, more specifically, with scarcity. Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade. At the moment, politics are captured by global special interests, i.e., international banks and corporations, i.e., globalism. And globalism is primarily fueled by a mindset of scarcity.

Oh Holy One, We seek to be with you. In this life, In this body, And beyond. Oh Holy One, Transform the insecurity and suffering, Within ourselves, Our families, And communities. Oh Holy One, Right the wrongs on this earth, Turn dark into light, Hatred into Love. And bring peace. Oh Holy One, We are grateful for the Nature, You have provided, And the many blessings, To come. Oh Holy One, Your presence is Divinity, That heals our hearts, And quiets our minds, Spreading joy.

There is a place for the wild, in the lion, in the lamb, in the owl, in the bee. A place for the wild, in the apple, in the plum, in the olive, in the peach. A place for the wild, in the moon, in the mineral, in the soil, in the seed. A place for the wild, in the river, in the meadow, in the flower, in the tree. A place for the wild, in the wind, in the Spirit, in the Nature, in the sea. There is a place for the wild, in the Love, in the touch, in the heart, in the beat.

Without privacy, we have no liberty. At a time when corporate media propagate seeds of divisibility, a new paradigm of discrimination is masquerading among us. The precipice of tyranny we face extends far beyond the hypocrisy of hate speech, military aggression, and global corporation collusion with seemingly all world governments. Today, the biggest threat to human Liberty may be corporate access to personal data combined with a unique digital identifier for every citizen.

I have an idea that can change the world. It's called Potluck Gardening. Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade. The tattered global food supply may be the biggest threat to human life on earth. At a time when globalists advertise diets of crickets, lab-grown eggs, and artificial meat metastasized from cancer cells, Toxic chemical spills affect watersheds that flow through America's richest farmland.

What a beautiful day, Haze shrouding among the gnarling hardwood of the oak trunks, Rising up and over to catch the sun, A bold statement of truth; of Nature. What a joyful moment, As I catch myself in judgement and say aloud, I Love myself. And I want the best for everyone. And when I recognize shame, let it go with an exhale. What a delightful opportunity, To spill the milk and laugh out loud. To fail and remember it is learning. To know empathy in times of war. What a peaceful experience.

The world increasingly appears as a series of unnatural events, Which leaves the human mind in search of a scapegoat. Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade. Is Capitalism to blame, For the woes of humanity? Is a corporation a person? Do businesses have authority, To violate our constitutional rights? What will be the consequence of profit, Determining and enforcing social decorum, And the values of culture as religion?

What is enough? Enough pain? Enough pleasure, and wakeful unconsciousness? Enough to fill an ocean. Of insecurity and fear. Of disconnection, and confusion. Have we enough spiritual nourishment? Have we enough Love? Have we enough solitude, and silence? Have we forgotten? Have we known? Have we repented, for sins of old? What would be enough? What would be fulfilled? What would be satisfaction, and whole? Through time we illusion. In vain, blood flows unrestricted; Condolences of the heart.

We have a journey ahead, one likely to be filled with surprises, with joy, with suffering, and grief. It is equally vital that we properly frame our challenges, as it is to mentally prepare for inevitable winters. Outside of spiritual virtue, nothing on our journey will be of greater value than the breath. We are energy, and we regulate our energy with breath and movement.