The Separation between State and Religion

In time we will realize that Democracy is the entitlement of individuals to every right that was in its times alloted to kings. The right to speak and decide, to be treated with decency, to serve and be served by people in a State of “love” that is, to serve with one’s work for the development of ‘life’. To belong to the Kingdom of Human Beings without racial, national, social or academic separations. To love and be loved. To die at the service of the whole and be honored in one’s death, for one’s life and work was legitimately valued. To be graceful and grateful. To have the pride and the humility of being One with the Universe, One with every realm of Existence, One with every living and deceased soul. To treat with dignity and be treated with dignity for One is dignified together with All others and Life itself. To walk the path of compassion, not in the sorrow of guilt but in the pride of being. To take responsability for one’s mistakes and sufferings and stand up again and again like a hero and a heroine and face the struggle that is put at one’s feet and in one’s hands. Millions of people, millions and millions of people might take many generations to realize the consciousness of our humaneness but there is no other dignified path for the human being.

The “work” as I conceive it is psychological and political. Psychology is the connection between the different dimensions within one’s self and Politics is the actualization of that consciousness in our practical lives. Religion is the ceremony that binds the connectedness between the individual and the Universe. The separation between religion, politics and science, the arts and sports is, in the sphere of the social, the reflection of the schizophrenia within the individual and the masses. The dialogue between individuality and the "human" belongs to consciousness. The tendency to develop cults resides in the shortcomings we’are finding in life as it is structured today. “Life” has become the private property of a few priviledged who cannot profit from it because as soon as it is appropriated it stops to be “life” or “life-giving”.

We are all the victims of our own invention and each one is called upon to find solutions. The only problem is believing our selves incapable of finding them. We are now free to use all Systems of knowledge objectively, sharing them without imposing our will on each other. To become objective about our lives means to understand that the institutions that govern its experience are critically important. That we are one with the governments, one with the religious activities that mark its pace, that the arena’s in which we move our bodies and the laboratories in which we explore our possibilities are ALL part and parcel of our own personal responsibility. That WE ARE ONE WITH EACH OTHER AND EVERYTHING AROUND US and acknowledge for ourselves a bond of love in conscious responsibility. That we human beings know ourselves part of each other and are willing and able to act on our behalf for the benefit of each and every individual. That we no longer allow governments, industries, universities or any other institution to run along unchecked by the objective principles of humaneness. That we do not allow gurus to abuse their power or governors to steal the taxes and use them to their personal advantage in detriment of the whole. That we do not allow abuse from anyone anywhere because life is too beautiful to do so and that we are willing to stop the rampant crime with the necessary compassion Conscious knowledge is every individual's right. Conscious action is every individual's duty.

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Sunday 29 November 2009

poem-Love



168. Elena - November 2, 2009 [Edit]



You’d like me to write a book
But what book could I write
Without the fire of your breath
behind the screen?
Where could I find Inspiration
As rich as in the Public Square
Where you
And all
In you
Exist?
I here kneel at the feet of these letters
And vow at the face of this screen and
Honour language and speech
That brought you to the door
Of this soul
And led me to the window
Of your Spirit
I do not write stories.
We are the story that the words
Are writing
Ours is an open book
A book in process
A shared life
Written with electronic light
Directly on the sunlight
Of your eyes
It is with the fingertips of my hands that
I stretch out and touch your soul and
With the wholeness of my heart that
I Receive yours
It is my blood what I’ve spilt
In these electronic bits of
Cybernetic messages
My red thick blood
Spilled over these broken words that
reach out to all
In you
Humanizing Us
With deep and infinite
Joy.
Love was not bound to the books.
It lives in the blood of each man and woman
In each old man and woman
child and youth
It lives in the Public Square
Of every city
Throbs in the heart
Of each soul
Runs in the veins of each word
With which my soul is in harmony
With yours
Love lives in the freedom of the Public Square
In the child that runs
For the balloon,
In the dog without a leash
In the bicycle that turns the man
around our Earth
It lives in the tenderness
With which every mother
holds her child at least once
And each lover speaks
To his charm
Love lives in every hand
And all the feet
In the groin of men and women
In the throat of every speech
It lives in you and me.
And in the tree
And in the shade of the tree
And in the bench under the tree
Where you sit
Love lives in eternity
Or should I say
Eternity lives in thee
And thee in me
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