Petunia
All my life, I have been accompanied by petunias but I have never really paid attention, until now. Today, I feel like a six-year-old again: discovering that flowers exist and that there are mountains capped with snow and that snow leopards are real. The novelty of a first time. Imagine: that this still happens well into adulthood! Come to think of it, is that why we are mostly very tired as grown ups? Is it because, by now, we all know what a snow leopard is, and that mountains are sometimes capped in snow, and we have all seen probably every species of flower that has existed since the time arachnids evolved their many legs (and eyes)? We’ve all heard about the tallest building, the richest man, and the longest river. Even the deepest lake with the meanest loch monster (we secretly all hope and pray it exists, and that, one day it will rear its head, make the news, and ignite all our senses with wonder once again!) But until the loch monster rises to save all our inner children; we remain tired. Don’t we? Because we’ve seen everything, we’ve decided our preferences, we’ve stated our stances and then we just are. We just are. We are just here, like this, and if we’re lucky we get to travel and perhaps see how sweet potatoes are roasted in a lantern-lit town over in Japan, or, taste a type of coffee bean for the first time while perched on an old stone in Montenegro. Fleeting moments of newness; we get to be the child, again.
It dawned on me while I was doing my rounds this morning. I have been walking around this same neighborhood for probably ten years now: nearly every morning and almost every twilight. In the mornings, I stop and stoop at the petunia gardens that so reluctantly grow alongside the buildings where nobody really looks. Or maybe they are not reluctantly growing, at all; I should reword this: they grow unstoppably where they have been reluctantly planted. There, that’s better. As if to intentionally show us all that they couldn’t care less about the reluctance of humans. I always stop to stoop and scoop a petunia between my fingers. I never pick her, I only hold her for a few seconds. I skim the skin of her petals and I say, “You are beautiful.” Then I go on with my day, I continue on my rounds.
Today, as I let the blossom snap back into place amongst her sisters, and the coolness of morning bit my cheek, it dawned on me that I have always been accompanied by petunias for as long as I can remember! They have become so common to my story that I believe I’ve taken them for weeds. I suddenly felt slight shame for my lack of awareness. How could I have allowed something so velvet and violet to blend into the background of my life? Certainly, such opulent hues of purple so velvety to the touch do not belong in anyone’s distant background. But instead of turning away from this shame, I felt that I wished to walk through it, and there, through the sidewalks and corners of my childhood roads and cities: violet petals came into focus! I had just made my turn at the corner of the cathedral where they were holding a church service, and the priest’s voice hummed the same homilies as the week before, when I smiled, beholding the scenes in my mind that were now all erupting with petunias!
@ianmiles@mamboitaliano__ I was under the impression that their mafia lords would take care of messes like this. Am I entirely wrong about that? Whatever happened to them?
World War Three began several years back. But mostly nobody recognized it when it arrived because she carried with her new weapons never seen before: instead of soldiers, guns, missiles, and battlefields; she brought with her— narratives, ideologies, classrooms, professors, useful idiots, and words.
White people have been fighting for black people since slavery, and they gave their lives to end slavery when they didn’t even start it. The least I can do is fight for them too. We have to End Racism Against White People Too.
Love Beyond Color
I am not in favor of the death penalty.
But I am in favor of offering violent criminals to lion and tiger cages. This is called allowing the natural laws to take course. They will naturally become food, over a period of weeks.
I am also in favor of leaving violent criminals alone on a small canoe in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, where nature will take its course. In a few weeks, the sharks will have a feast.
Peaceful nature.
While we are being distracted with “flood control hearings” and “impeachment” hearings; here’s what they’re trying to silently slip inside our doors! They’re trying their agenda on us and want to turn us into the next Londonistan!!! Filipino people wake up! “Asylum seekers” have arrived at our doors!
https://t.co/ufKlgIdAe5
The dopamine hit has weakened entire nations. It’s too easy to film a video, post it, and feel those dopamine hits while the responses and the “likes” come in. This is an illusion and nothing comes of it. Ignore these small dopamine hits; you only win when you’ve won standing there in your own skin and bones. When your country serves you again, when your children are safe again, when the nations your ancestors built are yours again. That’s when you’ve won. Until then, nothing has been accomplished.
And to make that happen, you have to understand, that the power is in your skin, your flesh, your bones. Your power is in your togetherness, in your plans, in your loyalty to one another, to your lineage, to your families, and to your people. You do not need attention. You do not need media coverage. What you need is your nations back in your hands, you need your authority, you need your security, stability, and safety. The people you have lended power to, are not going to provide that for you. They will not. The power you have lended to them comes from you; they are renting it from you, the people of your land!
Your focus must redirect into yourselves. You are the scaffolding, you are the structure, you have got the blueprints and the plans inside of you. Now come together, band together, speak together and plan in the darkness until what’s built in the darkness can emerge in the light (and by then, it will be big enough, smart enough, and able enough that no one can stop it). Build a white dragon. And breathe it to life. And take your nations and your stories back. Your ancestors did this many times before and you can do this now, again. But it will be harder this time, because, you have to refuse the illusions that your ancestors never had to fight off: the illusions of easy reach and instant gratification. Those were intentionally fed to you in order to dismantle your capacities.
I am here to plant the correct seeds at the correct times into the correct hearts. I’ve always done this and I always will. The seeds I plant will take root, and, will soon enough erupt into an unconquerable forest. One seed at a time.
Now take this seed and do with it as you must. 🤲🌱
And I am on your side. 🦴🐉
There should be underground gathering places. Where people get up onto a table and speak their heart. Not all this social media nonsense. Social media is false power. You think it’s powerful as the “likes” add up. In reality, 500 years ago they had power. They gathered beneath the streets, in private homes, they sat with one another, broke bread, cried, screamed, spoke! That’s how you gather numbers, that’s how you reignite the power in your bones.
It will always be easy, to “choose your side”, when your decisions are influenced by the need to be perceived as “a good person” in the current moment, in the present climate. But if this is how you are going to move through this world, then you must be prepared to be complicit in a future that is merely the result of “whatever made you appear as a good person back then”. A future not ripe for your children, rather, a future that acts as a frame for your face on the wall. If you are prepared for that, if that is what you want, then be my guest. But if you want something better for your children and mine, you will have to stop what you’re doing right now and evaluate how you choose to move through this world from this point, onward.