Freedom to Speak

Will I vote, why bother, it’s the same result, the election is rigged. The feelings in the hearts of those, who lived among dictatorships for a long while, mainly in the African continent. Solomon spoke to the young man, he was trying to find the election station, Solomon was. It was just one of those moments, you take a wrong turn, and you end up learning something new, or maybe it’s called an affirmation.

The young member of the Islam faith, spoke of the difficulty of democracy in some countries. The local dictator was in power, the money was stolen and placed off shore annually, the rights of the population ignored; the young man sighed, they are Just Muslims in name, Solomon sighed, it’s not any different from those claiming the Christian faith; they issue the words but they rarely follow the faith. however as they parted, they both agreed, that it was easy for all faiths to live side by side, when the pride is removed, and the power is shared. It was an important point for election day. Many chose their party, their friends, their interests, rarely considering the overall well being. Jesus being a central character in all the Faiths, wasn’t it easy to see where the bridges of understanding had to be built; projecting the old wisdom, not the propaganda, that money was constantly buying.

A lot can happen on the way to the poling station.

One Point Three Million….

That’s a lot of kidneys, eyes, livers, stomachs, thigh bones, where did they put it all, and what religion did they follow anyway!. Well, we are all influenced as they say. The pastor leading the group of children through the tour of the Death Camp, hesitated, he didn’t have an answer to the young girls question. Could he say for sure, they were ours, or was it their’s. Solomon was reflecting on the power of forgiveness, and wondered if any lessons had been learned. There were still those within the church, trying to stifle argument and learning, their ways embedded in the past. He imagined the thoughts in all the young heads, wondering if they joined the dots; What they were looking at was, the remains of extremism mixed with religious fundamentalism gone awry, aided by the growth of new technology.

Maybe if there had been more women in the upper hierarchy of the church, more compassion would exist, something the victims would never be able to find out. Solomon saw efforts to direct his thoughts, that were man made. Regardless, what had to be said, would be said, amen. In the papers, the media was hawking stories of those with influence, who had gone astray. If you were poor they didn’t intervene, unless you did something so gross, that it would be of interest to a large audience. Six million in the furnaces, 50 million overall, trying to hang individuals, seemed out of sync, amen.

 

When you encounter the Holy Spirit, there is no hiding place. Solomon sighed, time to admit the mistakes and hopefully learn.

Khensur Rinpoche: The Meaning of Life… and our “Buddha” mind — Excellence Reporter… re blog, Wisdom to start the week with…..

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Excellence Reporter: Rinpoche, what is the meaning of life? Or the purpose of life if you will? Khensur Rinpoche: Most all of us fall into the trap of believing, at one point or another, that amassing wealth, fame, power, friendships, and even happiness itself is the purpose of life. Of course, these things can, and […]

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