"Wandering Wonderers" is the name of a short poem I wrote once. I know it's incorrect to say it that way, but I'm asserting poetic license just to get the point across. The point is to state that we should all become "wonderers" looking at the world with wide open, astonished eyes, accepting everything we see with gratitude and joy! Excited at the prospect of what awaits us around the next corner, we should all be children holding hands and sharing the sparkling scent of roses and wildflowers everywhere we go. Yet in our lives in this plane of existence we each experience walls built by others that prevent such simple celebrations of beauty. Our task should become to tear down those walls, open the way between us, clear the channels, and share in the beauty of life. We must become the change we wish to see in the world. I wish for such beautific joy to fill each soul in this world that we will not want to make war against another for any reason. War must be made obsolete.
It actually is already, yet not enough of us 'know' this in our heart of hearts... YET! So in this line of thought and meditation I direct you to a more honest assessment of why nations make war. We do so because corrupt men and women in positions of power and trust direct us to do so.
In our personal relationships we do not make war. We build bridges. We build bridges of understanding, patience, truth, trust, and love. It is only when those attempts to build bridges fail utterly that we resort to violence, which is nothing more than personal "war". We act in violence merely to defend our lives, the lives of our loved ones, our homes, our means of earning a living.
Nations however, choose war quite deliberately. They obfuscate the truth of our shared human experience; our love of family, friends, neighbors, and "tribe". They pit us against each other manipulating our understanding, distorting the truth, and only because to do so gives them more power over us, and others. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Who said that? It was John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton, 1st Baron Acton, KCVO, DL (10 January 1834 – 19 June 1902)—known as Sir John Dalberg-Acton, 8th Baronet from 1837 to 1869 and usually referred to simply as Lord Acton. (from Wickipidea)
Personally, I agree. There is ample evidence throughout human history to support this conclusion. So can we win in this battle? America won. So yes, I believe we can again, yet we must do so with pure hearts.
So how do "Sacred Moments" enter into this? They are what give us vision. Sacred moments are those that touch our very souls. The moment your child first smiles at YOU...: The first kiss you shared with your spouse...; the first time your child says "daddy" or "mommie". Another might be the first time you tell your child that you are proud of them because of a task that they accomplished, or an obstacle overcome without your direct, personal assistance. There are manifold "sacred moments" in our lives, and they live lives of their own within each of us. They spark a thousand memories that play out like days, yet last only fleeting seconds, yet they speak of years of growth.
These golden moments unite each of us in our shared human experience, blessing us with millenias of experience that confirm our understanding. These are our "Sacred Moments".
They can serve to unite us, not divide. They are infinitely powerful, for they contain our hope, promise, glory, and honor. They speak to our hearts in simple, honest, clean unobscured purity.
Therefore I say to celebrate our shared "Sacred Moments". They hold our truest hope. Blessings my friend! Thank you for being my friend! Share your "Sacred Moments".
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