(Do not raise your weapons of fear upon anything but your needs.) If my want pulls the trigger, God help me... Why not just leave our flags at half-mast and someday soon, maybe there’ll be no need for flags to tell us where Home is… A flag of the eartH is redundant… A flag of country should only be one of pure Love or render it obsolete all together… Unite with common purpose and Love will smile upon humankind and erase all of their fears. All of their wars and murder and rape and anguish personified to match the grimacing pace found in our imagination… Cleanse the eartH and you cleanse the spirit, foul the eartH and the one Exactness comes knocking. If you answer the knock, prepare to be tested like you’ve never imagined before… (Knock knock…) Who’s there? (Curmudgeon.) Curmudgeon who? (Why do you ask questions within yourself about your truth, yet your original spirit, nor the eartH, recognize your question’s need? They are obvious answers that you’ve missed, r...
(The Weaver's Song)