Beloved Broken Babies

All of us should have the spark of True God in us before conception;
Our lack of this Divinity is in our ancestors' rejection
Of the things that protect themselves and their seeds from hell.
This is something on which I wish all potential parents would dwell.

The great prophets have come from generations of preparation,
So that they would be ready to righteously lead new nations.
Babies born to dead spirits are hardly prepared to thrive,
Even if we manage to keep their tiny bodies alive.

Is it any wonder that those who have put their souls to sleep
Are not able to, any morality principles, keep?
And why do we marvel that those conceived in violence
Have, in their souls and spirits, felt violent ever since?

I still hope those who had their Divinity taken away
Can one day shed the demons that, on their souls, prey.
Meantime, I'm not sure that it's not preferable
To return them to The Divinity in which they should be full.

Perhaps if we prevent their births with souls that are destroyed,
The positive energy of The Spirit will be, by them, enjoyed.
And perhaps their wonderful sparks of The Spirit will grow,
And to those who will nurture their Divinity, they will eventually go.


I say spay and neuter every animal that is able to mate
If all they want is to fill their own needs and wants when they procreate.
Let them have their empty pleasures without creating lost souls;
If your Spirit is dead, your baby can't be born whole.

Males, Mothers, and Mentors

"Everyone who seeks the Truth needs a guide or a mentor." - OneBirdWatching.blogspot.com

Yesterday was Fathers' Day. My son called me. He is not my father, but he is the father/mentor of two of my beloved grandchildren. Should I have called him? Perhaps, but I choose to wait for him to seek me.

I'm not sure when humankind realized that birth was not simply the magic of a mother, but a conjoining of the energy of mother and father.  I do know that it has been long enough that it should be accepted by all thinking beings. Unfortunately, there are still those who are so primitive that they believe that God plants babies in the wombs of mothers, and that this endows mothers with special powers and privileges.

Mothers don't make babies without men, and fathers can't make babies without women. People decide to make babies with each other, with or without consulting a Divine Spirit.  I shudder at the thought that one day cloning of humans may become possible, and babies will be made by replicating their mothers. Men will then be nonexistent. I fear that this is where we are headed with artificial means of impregnating women.

How did we get to a society where men sell their seed and women their ova?

Men, for many millenia, have been treated as superfluous, except as progenitors and providers. They have willingly gone off to war to protect their women's progeny. It is time that women allow them the space in their own homes where they, too, can celebrate and be celebrated.

Women, for many millenia, have been forced by their vulnerability while pregnant or mothering, to accept the ascendency, even by abuse, of the men in their area. Rape, incest, and other abuse have long been ways to create dependence and vulnerability in the ascendent females.


We are finally coming to acceptance of parental partnering. Men have never been the only ones capable of mentory; neither have women. We are all both male and female in our genetic makeup. Those who have both knowledge and wisdom in certain areas are those who should be honored, in their areas, with mentoring our young.

Let us stop caring who has the most sense of style, who has the most compassionate heart, and who has the most physical strength. We are all cut from the same cloth. If Jesus was truly a man while he walked the earth, even he had X and Y chromosomes.


I am grateful every day that I was born in the United States of America, where we, at least in principle, uphold the rights of every human being to be treated as a being born in "the image and likeness of God." Unfortunately, we continue to fight over the true face of our god. My god is neither male nor female, but is a Divine energy or Holy Spirit that powers all creation, male and female. Many have sacrificed to come to this point on the path in understanding Divinity. I will not go back.

Grateful for Grandchildren

My grandchildren have returned to their homes.
Thankfully, I have only seven days to mourn.
They will return in about a week,
Bringing the joy that I so longingly seek.

I absolutely love watching the young
Becoming the humans they will become.
I must be reminded by them of the stages
That are appropriate for different ages.

I know little of child development;
By seven, my innocence had been spent.
Is it possible that even at eighteen
They aren't ready to be kings and queens?

How blessed are the children who are closely held
By parents who don't, on their weaknesses, dwell.
The parents who support them as they learn
To wisely use their passions that burn.

It often takes a whole village of wisdom
To hold on while the children fully become
The men and women they were meant to be;
Only then do these families set their young free.

I'm so grateful that my own children
Have become a responsible woman and man.
They love their children and guide them,
So I can enjoy my children again.

It is often a struggle for them to understand
The boundaries behind which I firmly stand,
But my children trust me to honor their values,
And to protect their children from abuse.

Sacrifice and Sanctity

I have a dear Catholic friend who is filled with joy in The Holy Spirit, and is helpless to keep from sharing this joy. She sings it in her home, in her garden, in the classrooms in which she teaches. I can't be in her presence without being inspired.

Yet many times, when I hear her speak or read her spiritual insights, I am greatly saddened. She speaks of people who came into her life with a new path to The Spirit and she speaks of people who have been recognized by clerics and others of her society as holy, but she doesn't sing of The Spirits of the people who have loved her most dearly for the longest time, her own family and friends. Is this because they do not share her prayer groups or religious beliefs?

I think it is because so many believe that we are not to honor our own friends and families simply for the love and devotion with which they share their Spirits with us. Is this because it may lead to pridefulness, and all Bible readers know that "Pride commeth before the fall?" They seem to believe that sharing our essences is simply what is expected of family and true friends; to acknowledge it somehow takes away the sacrificial nature of their gifts. Or is it that we are afraid that to speak of our own families with such admiration will seem prideful? Or do we fear that, by speaking of our families with such graitude, we will fill others with covetous thoughts?

A woman I knew, who was in a group of wives to discuss what was wrong with their marriages, reported that the group leader said to the group, "If you women found the perfect man, you probably wouldn't know what to do with him." If we see our salvation in terms of sacrifice, it is unlikely that we will be comfortable when we feel absolute joy on a human level. In fact, we will continue to seek pain to sanctify ourselves.

We also seem reluctant to admit to others the unabashed joy that the sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste of our spouses and children bring us. Aren't these the greatest gifts that we are given on this earth, experiencing our own Divine natures through the physical presence (and presents) of those who are part of us?

I believe that this is the essence of what is wrong with so much of our organized religion, the focus on sacrifice instead of gratitude, celebration, and graceful acceptance.

Shame, Constantine, and Charlemagne

My mother's religion sent so many to hell,
Even though they now say they did not do well:
Her beloved uncle who committed suicide
And her last baby that, before birth, died.

And my grandmother, they named a whore
Because her husband, Catholicism, forswore.
My mother spent her life feeling, by this sin, tainted,
Though her mother, for her faith, should be sainted.

Her daughters and sons, when molested,
Her Church, my mother's claims, protested,
Had they not sworn to teach and protect
Even those whom our society rejects?

She could not leave because only they held
The key to the gates of eternal hell.
She continued to kneel for the blessings of men
Who had infected her children with their sin.

She could never accept that one can be saved
Without a clerical blessing at one's grave.
We are The Church Militant, we were told.
This designation has made me bold.

I refuse to believe that one with a black soul
Has the power to make anyone whole.
Strong drink and drugs may deaden their shame
But it doesn't take away The Church's blame.

Where are the souls that my mother mourned,
And we were taught we were to scorn?
If Hell is eternal, how can they now say,
The same people are those to whom we may pray?

When will we realize that the Christian well
Was poisoned when, into politics, it fell?
The false faith of Constantine and Charlemagne
Created a church focused on earthly gain.

Men of power were treated as gods
As they destroyed the path that the prophets trod.
It is time that all children of Abraham
Stop acting as sheep to power-hungry man.

The Spirit of Divinity is not taught in school;
It is simply the spark in which all nature is full.
Those who use charisma to lead children to sin
Aren't even worth treating as fully human.

A millstone should they tie about their own necks
And throw themselves into the sea.
Only by them following this biblical teaching
Will The Almighty's people ever be free.

If All Children Were Cherished

If all children were cherished, would we still have war?

When we marry without self-esteem, we tend to marry one who is like us. In this manner, we justify our own existence, but we also multiply the chances that we will amplify our own weaknesses in the next generation. If we haven't learned to deal with our own weaknesses in ourselves, there is little hope that we will successfully deal with them in our mate or our children.Conversely, shame about who we are can lead us to choose someone quite the opposite of the source of our shame, without thought to what strengths this person brings to the union.

And then there is the pride in one's own ancestry that excludes all that aren't like us. These people are firmly convinced that their superior genetics must be preserved and passed on. Without being aware of the weaknesses in oneself and one's ancestors, the weak genetics will often be magnified in the offspring. How sad it is that we often choose automobiles and houses more thoughtfully than we choose our mates. How horrible it is that we often choose spouses and bear children for much the same reasons as we acquire property, bragging rights. Any weakness is seen as a taint on the "owner's" reputation.

We have entered an era where unwanted marriages and children could be a thing of the past, even in cases of rape and incest.  We can take the time to carefully consider our own suitability to the lifetime commitments of marriage and children, even if we have already succumbed to our animal sexual instincts or been forced into procreation with a sub-human being. There would be no justification for neglect or abuse of spouses or children.

I would like to see less fertility clinics and more open adoptions. I'd like to see a time when those who object to abortion are willing to  make the commitment to give their lifetimes to the unwanted child. I'd like to see more people, who are concerned about their own genetic weaknesses, adopt children from tribes who don't share their genetic traits. I'd like to see people, who have no resources to share with their children, have temporary sterilization forced on them until such time as they are able to provide physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional support.

I'd like for teenage boys and girls to spend time as parents' helpers before they embark on their own procreative adventures. I'd like for us to stop acting as if babies fall from heaven like manna, and own up to the responsibility that comes with creating new life. If we choose to have children and really cherish them, we will have no excuse for abuse. Will the end of all war follow? I don't know, but isn't it worth a try?

Roman Catholic Canon

No two people are born with the same walk of salvation.

Each person will begin where they are on their own path,

But marriage depends on a common final goal.

Each spouse will sometimes follow and sometimes lead,

Each waiting and encouraging as may be necessary.

Only, in this manner, can a family remain whole.

Not only the two must continue focusing on the goal;

Those who came before them must also watch and wait.

How many of us get in a hurry to secure our own place,

And cut loose the others on our life's relay team?

Unless we stop and look back now and then,

We may get their first, but we still lose the race. 


"On completion of the seventh year, 

A minor is presumed to have the use of reason."

This is the teaching of the Roman Catholic canon.

And is the way parents put blame and shame

For their predecessor's and their own errors

Onto their young daughters and their sons.

What foolishness to think that any child

With so little knowledge and experience of life, 

A baby who hasn't even reached puberty,

Is able to take the full credit or blame,

For their own or any other's actions.

They're not ready for such responsibility.

But those who have been shackled

With adult fear and abuse from a young age,

Are always carrying an unfair burden.

They were tasked with undeserved shame

From their ancestors and authorities, too.

The weight becomes too much for them.
 

We were the children caught between

The Vengeful, Jealous God and His Son.

We had no hope of eternal peace or harmony.

The scriptures between which we were sandwiched

Left no room for human argument or error;

There was no path in which our spirits could fly free.

Some of my beloveds have given up,

And they have finally destroyed themselves,

Rather than continue the search for perfection.

Some have taken others to be with them, 

While they rejected all family values,

Rather than to risk their own rejection.


We now seek a scared place somewhere on earth,

Where we can find some place of rest and peace.

There is no further perfection in any part of creation,

Than the place where a group of us is made to be.

We must stop fighting to achieve our best selves alone;

This is not the purpose of any human being's station.


So gather to yourself those who join with joy 
In your walk back to your own innocence.
Allow yourself to be remade in the image of Divinity.
You were born perfect through the blood of your mother.
You deserved to be protected by the those who made you. 
You, and those who nurture you, are your community.