Blog Post Title One

You can hate them for all of it. They deserve it. They earned it. It’s rightfully theirs. It will poison you. That’s what hatred is: a poison. Poison has a purpose. It is a great transformer. It ends things. It takes you on a journey you couldn’t have made without it. It kills the beast. The beast in them and the God in you. The God in them, the beast in you.

Don’t forget to hate yourself for being so helpless. You didn’t stop them. You couldn’t stop them. You tried and failed or didn’t know where to start, and so you didn’t try at all. Their hatred infected you. It made you sick. It stole from you your purpose and from the earth her children. And so to not lose but also not to win because there is no winning on the battlefield of hate, you can drink the poison and let it steal some more… the breath you have left, the light you still carry, the love you still hold.

Hatred the endless fuel of colonization, genocide, slavery, oppression, and war. The poison of our souls and the soul of this construct we call the world. It burns in all of us now, even those who deny it. It’s a part of our very essence. To hate not just them but our very selves for all of it but, most of all, for being so small. Too small to stop it. Too small to change it. Too small, too weak, too lacking.

Unpopular, but true… there is another place for hate. It is a forgotten truth. A part of what holds the very matrix together. The world as it is, or better said as, what it was meant to be. The cardinal direction of the south. The fires burning bright. The way of deep heart and meaning. The way of the healer, of what holds deep heart and meaning. Our passion. The life dream. The God Fire. The never-ending flame that should it ever burn out we would simply cease to exist. The fire that forges us into who it’s it that Great Spirit needs us to be, calls us to be, made us to be. This is a fire that lives in the heart of every man, for life does not exist without its flame. The medicine of fire IS its destruction. Its job, its purpose is to strip away what no longer serves. What is overgrown. It is through being burned down into ash that new life can spring.

There is always hope. Even after dying. Even after death. Even with the poison still in you. The wise ones told us if bitten by a rattlesnake to ride the high. Find the lesson. Get the teaching. Meet your death.

And so I pray for you, I even beg. Bundle your hatred. Offer it at the southern temple doors. Feed it to the fires burning brightly. Call upon their powers of transformation and transmutation. Stand in the center and scream while the flames forge you and twist you into a servant of their light. Call for the great winds of the four ways to rise and fan the flames. Let it burn. Let this die. Let us be furtle

ash from which a new way can be born. And may we all scream into the  darkness “Free Palestine! Free Palestine! Free Palestine!” Until it is so.