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49 people died in a mosque on March 15, 2019.
49 people peacefully connecting to their sacred selves.
11 people died in a synagogue on October 27, 2018.
11 people peacefully gathering to celebrate the birth of a child.
Countless others have been killed before and since in the name of hatred.
Countless lives have forever been shaken, altered in a state of loss from which one can never fully recover.
Memories are cremated, hopes are buried in the ground, all due to a hammer of hate wielded in a condition from which humans still have not evolved.
We get lost in the mindless act of nonacceptance.
We toil in the throes of our conditioning, lost to the voices of our tribe, our caregivers, and our own sense of worth.
We are often so bent on making others just like us that we kill them in a fit of fear just for being different.
We work so hard to fit in that we hate those who refuse to, or can’t fit into our version of normal.
We are often hypocrites.
We’d ignore a child being beaten and tormented but focus on that child for being different. We ignore a child hungry in his bed but demand his life be spared in the womb.
We are a lost species in a great many ways; a species bent on killing the uniqueness out of us and tampering down the spirit of evolution no matter how willful our souls are to experience it.
But we can also choose to be compassionate humans being.
For each bullet that flies in hate, a person responds in love to provide comfort and aid.
For each nasty word spoken, a human heart beats to embrace our differences.
For each cross burning in the minds of the ignorant, a man stands with a bucket of understanding and love to douse the flames.
We are, for all of our weaknesses and misgivings, a species with profound possibility given to great leaps of potential.
We are both blessed and cursed with great capability of thought—and with the right of both sinner and saint—to create heaven and hell right here on sacred ground.
When the blood spills and runs the ground red, many of us will bless it and others will work to heal it.
When the air is rancid with devastation, some will celebrate and others will respond to ease the suffering.
Who we are as individuals often determines who are in these thought groups, and who we are represents the power of minds to choose. Often, it comes down to a choice to be lost in the mental fixations of fear—or found in the completeness of our heart’s song.
Those voices within us demand our attention—our attention is simply a matter of us exercising our power of choice.
60 people plus have been killed in the last six months for nothing more than a choice.
60 people plus have lost everything for nothing more than a mindless adherence to fear.
60 people plus, stones thrown into the lake of history whose ripples will be felt by some and forgotten by others.
60 people plus who represent the countless others who became victims of the choices humans have made; humans who have forgotten their hearts in the supplication to fear.
The prayer I offer the universe today is not just for those hearts and minds affected by tragedy, but also for those of us who are mindful of our place in the great sea of universal expression—and for those who choose love.
I pray we are strong enough to carry the load that fear places on our shoulders.
I pray that we are blessed with the fortitude necessary to extend the hand of acceptance to those around us.
Perhaps that hand can stop someone from pulling a trigger.
Perhaps that hand can offer a mind blinded by rage a new perspective on their path.
Perhaps we can truly make a difference.
I pray for peace.
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