Knotty Musings

Ideas, philosophies, and evil plots to take over the world through love hatched here.


I Am Enough

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,

we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others." ~ Marianne Williamson


Remove the Nots

Remove the Nots
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts

Friday, July 22, 2011

Loving Ourselves and Stopping the Hate

Our society needs a little less hate, and a little more love.

The news needs a little less negativity, and many more smiles.

We should start to slow down, and stop rushing.

We need to remember to take deep breaths, instead of jumping to conclusions.

We need to love ourselves, and stop the hate.

http://indecisivewar.tumblr.com/ :)

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Love

Our society needs a little less hate, and a little more love.

The news needs a little less negativity, and many more smiles.

We should start to slow down, and stop rushing.

We need to remember to take deep breaths, instead of jumping to conclusions.

We need to love ourselves, and stop the hate.

http://indecisivewar.tumblr.com/ :)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Overcoming Haters

Very true words by Maya Angelou:

A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time,
trying to make you look small so they can look tall. They are very negative
people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough!


When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...That's why you have to be
careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some
folk can't handle seeing you blessed...It's dangerous to be like somebody
else...If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you
what He gave them! Right?


You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story... If the grass looks greener on the other side
of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!


We've all got some haters among us!

People envy you because you can have a relationship with God.

Light up a room when you walk in.

Start your own business.

Tell a man / woman to hit the curb (if he / she isn't about the right thing)

Raise your children without both parents being in the home.

Haters can't stand to see you happy; Haters will never want to see you
succeed; Haters never want you to get the victory, most of our haters are
people who are supposed to be on our side?


How do you handle your undercover haters? You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your
true friends are *(VERY IMPORTANT!!)


2. Having a purpose to your life? Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be
unfulfilled. A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to
be. Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.


3. By remembering what you have is by divine prerogative and not human
manipulation. Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when
it's your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, 'I've
lived my life and fulfilled 'my' dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME! When
God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at me...Look at
Who is in charge of me...'

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Will Hate Change Us?


First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out -- because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out -- because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out -- because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me -- and there was no one left to speak for me.

Source: Attributed to Pastor Martin Niemoller, as stated in Franklin H. Littell's forward to Exile in the Fatherland, Martin Niemoller's Letters from Moabit Prison, edited by Hubert G. Locke (Grand Rapids, Michigan: William B. Eerdman's Publishing Company, 1986), p. viii.

As you know, the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC was the site of senseless violence committed by an elderly white supremacist filled with decades of hate. How tragically ironic that an organization with the mission of combating genocide and providing witness to the horrors of what hate can do would be the scene of hatred acted upon. Officer Stephen Tyrone Johns lost his life while protecting others.

My husband and I have been to the Holocaust Museum. It defies description. The evidence of the loss of life and the realities of what hate can do are so palpable. The rail car in which Jews of all ages, backgrounds, and social stature were transported to a final, horrible end physically sickened me; I could go no further. It is such a quiet museum, as though the respect for the dead squelches the desire to speak. The artifacts speak: of dreams ended, lives broken, wealth forever lost, families impacted, good deeds done by those who stood to lose everything for helping the "unclean ones".

When I was young, I read a lot and on those occasions that I ran out of books in my own collection to read, I would raid my grandfather's stash. My grandfather read things like Eric Von Daniken, Louis L'Amour, Zane Grey, and a great deal of history books. In my wanderings, I happened across a book pressed into the deep recesses of the bookcase as though it were trying to find a place to hide. The cover showed large ovens and bodies. Mystified, I sat down and looked through the photos in that book and read the captions trying to grasp what this book was all about.

My grandfather discovered me reading the book and crying onto its pages. I asked him, "What was this?" He explained to me that sometimes in this world people dislike others simply because they're different. In this case a man, Adolf Hitler, decided that the Jewish people were so different that they must be destroyed. Six million had to be destroyed. "Do you know how big six million is?" he asked. I shook my head no. He explained to me that if I were to take 6 million pennies and place them in the room they would overflow and spill out into the hallway.

It was a powerful concept for a 9 year old to grasp. I asked why, if the world knew the killing was occurring, didn't the world stop it sooner. He told me a great number of things that still stick with me today. He told me to never stand by complacently when wrongs are being done, to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, to be a voice, and to be the lone voice if need be.

He also punctuated his points with the quotes found here, for which I have provided sources.


Where books are burned, in the end people will be burned.
Source: Heinrich Heine (1797-1856), German Jewish poet, from Almansor: A Tragedy, [1823].

"All that is required for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing." -
-- Edmund Burke


Love and Hate. Both words have four letters. Both words inspire strong emotional, physical and even physiological responses. Yet the actions based upon such emotion are vastly different. There are those who would argue that hate is born of ignorance. Yet many who perpetrate evil born of hate are highly intelligent, respected in
their fields, and seemingly docile.


The thought that has struck me is that in each generation, the Holocaust will claim yet another soul. Each time a white supremacist takes a life the Holocaust gains another victim. Each time Mahmoud Ahmadinejad vows to wipe Israel off the map, or rape, genocide or genital mutilation occur in any part of the world against a particular race or gender, the precepts of the Holocaust prevail.

How do we as a society combat hate? We pass laws, practice political correctness, run educational programs, use surveillance of our citizens, and a myriad of other means most of us probably are not even aware of. Those measures have had a limited amount of success. What about love? Do we truly love our neighbors as ourselves? Do we make a difference with a kindness performed? Can we change perceptions of a group by doing kindnesses? Will love prevent every nut job from carrying out the evil that lurks in his or her heart? After all, "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. The Shadow knows ... "~Frank Readick Jr.

Maybe. Maybe not. But it sure beats the alternative.