More information comes out all the time about the real crimes being committed in our names as Americans. I know people know, but do we really know? Do we really appreciate the horror of pain and suffering inflicted on innocent people in our names? This morning was one of those mornings when I just can’t take it reading things like this:
“We were walking, I was holding my grandson’s hand, then there was a loud noise and everything went white. When I opened my eyes, everybody was screaming. I was lying metres from where I had been, I was still holding my grandson’s hand but the rest of him was gone. I looked around and saw pieces of bodies everywhere. I couldn’t make out which part was which.”
How can any human being go on? Think about some of the petty things people turn into tragedies in this country, and yet our weapons routinely inflict this unspeakable suffering on innocent people. We’re fighting wars and killing people because of 9/11, a crime premeditated and carried out by the intelligence world. It’s beyond sick what’s going on and how long it has been going on, and how many innocent people have suffered grievously because of it. All this ridiculous nonsense about trials for the “masterminds” and the “terrorists” behind these attacks. Spare us. The intelligence world plans these attacks. They are the masterminds and the terrorists. Everything else is an elaborate show for the benefit of people who refuse to get real.
When it is going to end? I just want to know before I lose my mind.
But then, I refuse to lose my mind. What good would that do? Sanity means devotion to reality at all costs. So I can’t lose my mind. I must preserve it and guard it as I lay my heart on the altar instead. I must suffer the agony of knowing, of understanding, that our country is doing these horrible things to innocent people, and especially to children, as I try to imagine their agony. In a runaway corrupt world, can we make that sacrifice? Can we stop telling ourselves lies that make us feel good? Can we stop offering our minds to evil men who wish to control our thoughts? Can we more jealously guard our minds from liars while sacrificing our hearts freely to God instead?
There is a destiny that makes us brothers: None goes his way alone.
All that we send into the lives of others, comes back into our own. - Edwin Markham

