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Perspective for your consideration …What does it look like when it’s fixed…?

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. When the student is ready, the teachers appear, I am ready…

Actions the universe take are quite often – bold – maybe even in your face. So interesting is it that when in that instant universe knows – ah, ha – that mask you wear is utterly destroyed torn asunder and naked, raw, exposed completely vulnerable you stand. In that same instant universe grants you when the truth from your heart words do flow a level of understanding accessible to all. Some may in fear, turn their head, some may even scoff, but they heard and those words, your words, do resonate reaching that “whisper voice” in them.

On this planet we call home – Earth – ET is truly calling home, to us, to you to me. But most of us are afraid to even pick up the phone. Most of us do not know what honoring is as in our life no one really honored us by asking us … what will it look like when it’s fixed...? The operative words being what will it look like to you, when it’s fixed…? Most of us, don’t even know where to begin. We’ve been accustomed to believing we do not have a voice, or what we say has no value, but that’s simply not true. Often when we rise to speak it’s from an angry place inside contributing to elevating the “rush” some feel when they’ve operating exercising domination and control. We rise often with equal anger, screw you, I’ll show them, they can't push me around. I won’t take it anymore, so there…? We choose in that moment to give credence to the mantra of …fighting fire with fire…need more be said…?

What will it look like when it’s fixed… and “it” can be anything any aspect of your life or mine or theirs or how you and I choose to treat each other or our environment. “It” can be the education we choose to provide and to whom and for how long. “It” can be the health care we choose to extend to the all of mankind, yea, even those we incarcerate, leave homeless on the street, those caught in the aftermath of the wars we perpetuate. “It” can be evaluating the choices we make to incarcerate in the first place, many, most in the USA for doing what, smoking or putting something freely into our body, say what…? Might the question we need ask first, is do we even have the right to control extend dominion over what man and men do with their lives. I did not say I need choose to follow that same path. I asked only what right do we have to exercise dominion or control over anyone, you or me, or them…? Yea, I hear it now, this invitation encourages only chaos, so there, and someone needs to stipulate how we all must act and even think…?

Might it truly be the chaos we actually fear resides and begins in us, you and me…? We don’t even know how or when or to whom we can turn to ask for help. Help, what’s that…? To utter such words is a sign of weakness or disease, so isolated, desolated quickly you become, labeled, branded, a mutant, a scourge on society. And all because we did not know how or when or to whom we can honestly turn to seek help, is that the message we really want to send…?

Experts note an iceberg floating on the sea reveals about 1/6 of its actual size. Beneath the sea 5/6 remains hidden from our sight. How much is actually revealed in the education we choose to provide to our children and the young, not even factoring the adult population…? How truly attentive are we, to honestly making sure that … Johnny can really, read, and subject him not to the travesty of social promotion from grade to grade…? And while we are considering his ability to read, how important have we chosen to make his ability to express, know and learn about all the emotional aspects of which he is comprised…? I believe I can with some degree of authority note, men in America know only to compress. Yea, even the computers we invent have a button suggesting we “compress” this file or that. Yup, we men are damn good at that – compress – constrict, condense, squash, apply pressure and reduce. That’s precisely how most of us have been trained in the John Wayne School of emotional revelation. What the hell is wrong with you, real men don’t cry, they don’t show any emotion, save anger or rage…? A few brave men many rise to ask how and why we got into Vietnam or Iraq, but most rather than risk being emotionally emasculated simply nod their head up and down, we’ve got a job to do, save them from communism or save their oil for us. The reality is that’s all we know … dominate … kick their ass … kill … that’s the extent of our emotional range of social interaction, acceptable or not. So what you most often see revealed is but 1/6 of who we really are and, when, not if, we explode, look out.

Were I asked to deliver this to a live audience, at this point I would be inclined to ask, by a show of hands how many men can identify with Darth Vader… ? I know at one time I really, really could. When Star Wars was first shown at the theater, and Darth Vader made his first appearance I quickly fled. Too revealing it was for me. In that moment I knew I was even more impenetrable than was he. My armor I had perfected over time and from many battles added even more. From behind what I thought was safety, you could not reach me, touch me, I need not listen, or hear anything you say, not even … I love you … it meant nothing only words no meaning did it have. How tragic and how sad the shallowness of the life most men lead.

I want to believe that men are choosing to voluntarily change and from a place of confidence express what they feel, openly and honorably in an atmosphere of mutual respect and even love. Giving into reading the corporate owned newspapers, watching CNN (Constantly Negative News) or Fox TV, what is seen serves only to re-enforce those attributes so long taught in the John Wayne School. It takes real courage on the part of men to tune this “stuff” out replacing it with thoughts and deeds which many of us were taught label us as “sissies” or even worse. Interesting as we all truly are aware that when we really want change, there is a price to pay. We willingly do it for the team, take one for the crew, even in a moment act silly in a play, especially if the reward is extra money, filthy lucre, and $tuff and thing$, making us more important than someone else, mere replications of domination and control.

Men, especially those of us now in our 60’s or a bit more, are extensions of old John Wayne movies, the hero always gets the girl, triumphs over all, settles all debts, and takes no shit from anyone. And one can make the case this is certainly not all wrong or bad. No, it’s not, but if that’s all you know, how then do we treat our wife, our kids, our employees, and those new foreigners who moved in down the street, the gardener who cuts our lawn, the pool boy or the UPS man…? Most likely we don’t even see or acknowledge them, we can not see, we do not hear nor listen. They can not offer to us nor reflect back to us the degree of importance we seek from outside our self. Not seeing nor hearing, they become absolutely meaningless and from a place of need for instant gratification we revert to attributes of our “throw-away” society and quickly discard them too.

So the question remains unanswered, what will it look like for you, when it’s fixed…? The operative word to delineate is what – “IT” – is.