{{tumel}} posted a picture of what her garden looked like when she was letting it go back to ‘natural’. She inspired me to take a pic to show mine. But we found out our camera battery is dead, so we could only eek out one picture before it quit working completely.

Here it is. “She” comes almost every evening to eat my buttercups. I just happened to have caught her in the act.

of George Carlin…

Shit. Piss. Fuck. Cunt. Cocksucker. Motherfucker. Tits.

And screw *u* if you don’t know how to cope with the words being said.

Offense can only be taken.

I *know* I inspire some of us to feel uncomfortable. And I sincerely thank those of us who have had patience and compassion with me, as I fumble for words and ways to convey meaning for those of us starting to awaken and in various stages of awakening. Unity is not easy to communicate in terms of conflict. Unity embraces conflict but it doesn’t work the other way around. Conflict does not embrace Unity. It can’t. Because it’s conflicted. So you can imagine my dilemma.

I speak of Unconditional Love as a healing Power and cite our beliefs in conditional love, as the cause of all our conflict. It takes drawing a line to separate, in order to originally make parts. Once we have parts, THEN we can set these parts in conflict with one another. And that is what we have all been taught to do. Relate ‘parts’ in a pattern of conflict.

Like the way we ‘see’ oil and water…in conflict with each other. They just don’t mix.

And here I pop up and say, “Oh yes they do mix! Perfectly in fact. They respond to each other exactly as their nature programmed them to do.

Just like the rapist and his partner in victimization.  The rapist is a victim of certain attitudes of judgment and his expression is a result of it.

You see, it’s relating things in a way of cooperation rather then conflict that is the distinguishing characteristic of Unity. And it is also expressing this tone that makes a lot of us feel uncomfortable.

I see the rapist and his “victim” as ends of the same rubber band. And the rubber band’s name is “sex”. The rapists’ actions are born from urges beyond his control. And his “victim” is one of us who has radiated condemnation for almost all sexual activity. Most likely inhibited and judgmental of carnal desires.

Follow it along and we’d find that the rapist has been mentally and emotionally battered and beaten and abused, by the condemnations and judgments of the uptight and sanctimonious and there we have it….the two ends of the same rubber band. One end goes one way from “balanced” and it causes the other end to go in the opposite direction of “balanced”. *walla* The Universe maintains harmony between all ‘parts’, unbalanced or not, all the time.

Unity awareness is also being at Peace with things that cause others of us to wail and moan in horror. Unconditional Love is just the start. Unconditional Acceptance and Unconditional Tolerance are even HARDER to anchor, ground and integrate.

I extend Compassion but not Sympathy and a lot of us have the two confused. Sympathy is what us victims want; but not Compassion. For Compassion is when we claim responsibility for our life while sympathy requires we not.

I extend Understanding but not necessarily agreement. And this is where it gets *sticky*.

I can certainly understand conflict. There is simply no way I can oppose it and maintain any Integrity of being. Sure, I can say I oppose war, yet simply opposing it is the same as taking an attitude of warring upon it. ‘Make war on war’. It’s the same thing as hating haters and being prejudice against prejudice people. These are all idiotic ideas and I *know* because I happen to have been one of the idiots that thought such things once…what seemed like long ago.

I can extend Understanding; I simply cannot agree to conflict just the same and, express Peace with any semblance of Power or Integrity. A Sovereign cannot be partial. Always embraces ALL ways. The good and the beautiful, as well as, the bad and the ugly.

You see, when I was little and used to cry at the drop of a hat because I was so sensitive, I heard a song. I guess I heard it so often I took the words to heart. Little did I know where it would lead me or what it would lead me into doing.

By expressing being AT Peace, no matter what horror, no matter what disaster happens…I make those of us who are conflicted, (and I have certainly been there)…uncomfortable. But I won’t stop.

Because while many of us say we’d like there to be Peace in our World, it never has occurred to us that we’re the ones responsible for putting it there. And therein, is the reason why I respond to life the way I do. I’m working under Universal Law, sowing and reaping in my life. Like the song lyrics said:

Let there be Peace on earth
And let it begin with me.

In the story of the carrot and the donkey, a carrot is tied to the end of a string, which is attached to a stick protruding from the donkey’s harness. No matter how many steps the donkey takes in pursuit of that carrot, he never gets any closer to his goal.

“Is a donkey the same as a jackass?” I asked my husband. He didn’t know for sure, so I looked it up.

Don-key; a domestic ass; equus asinus.

“Ahhh…, ‘domesticated’ I thought…far different then ‘wild’ or ‘bad’, for sure but, most likely quite similar to ‘smart’ and ‘bare’, I guessed. Then I looked up:

“Jack-ass” and it said “a male donkey”.

Then I began to wonder if females were called Jill-asses. I’d never heard of a ‘jill-ass’ but that could be a result of my own ignorance. Aha! females are called Jenny. It didn’t matter anyway, Jack, Jill, Jenny…, same carrot.

In my story, this carrot is a *magic* carrot. Called the Carrot of Perfection. Merely getting a whiff of it, brings promises of becoming a Perfect Ass.

How do I know?

Because I’ve been that donkey, forever it seems, plodding after that Carrot of Perfection.

Then realized one day, like a real dumb-ass, that Perfection was a Quality that belonged to Divinity alone.

And being ‘human’, was about making *mistakes*…thinking outside of the box of Divinity, outside our Ever Loving Mind. The very idea of a “Perfect Human” being a contradiction in itself; an oxymoron. I got the ‘moron’ part but not the ‘oxy’, for I saw no point…

It’s an empty idea, an empty promise. Promising something when nothing is what will be delivered. It is a tease of seduction that sends us down trails in opposite direction of the genuine desires of our Hearts. For it is in connecting with the Divine Donkey within our Heart that we become a …

Wise-ass.

It’s not Perfection that counts, that is of worth and value, Spiritually. It’s our ability and capacity to embrace Imperfection that counts, that is the Standard of Value and Worth.

“Things of Value I carry with me where ever and when ever I go.” No matter what kind of beast of burden I am.