Fear

Where does it begin?

Fear of the dark.

Fear of the stranger.

Fear of the parent.

Fear of the barking dog.

Fear of the bright flashing light.

Fear of the bully.

Fear of being embarrassed.

Fear of being caught.

When does fear ripen?

Fear of peers.

Fear of sexual identity.

Fear of society.

Fear of judgment.

Fear of the future.

Fear of the unknown.

We are all at odds with fear our entire life.

We do many things to keep our attention from focusing on our fear.

Drugs, alcohol, sex, career, religion, politics, pets, eating, reading, music, walks, talking…

All human activity is a way of doing something anything that will keep us from thinking about our fear.

Ultimately, what can all these fears be boiled down to?

Death.

As far as we can understand, we are the only life form on the planet that knows it will no longer exist one day.

That’s real.

Everything we ever love will die.

That is why we run.

That is why we run from sunrise to sunrise.

We run to keep ahead of the fear.

We create a whole pantheon of stories we tell about the past, the present, and the future.

These stories we tell ourselves keep us from accepting the reality of death.

This is the evil at the heart of humanity.

This fear.

This fear of death keeps us from doing what is right.

This fear of death keeps us from doing what is just.

This fear of death keeps us from loving each other.

Understanding that death is the final act of living tells us about the importance of life.

Every life, every life is essential.

Every life, including yours and mine, has meaning.

You will not pass through this universe in its current form ever again.

Understanding how precious life is, the life of the individual, means; what it really means requires us to do more.

We can not let people die and let God sort them out.

That’s absurd logic.

This life is all we are guaranteed.

This is why we stand; we speak up, and we fight for what is right.

For justice.

For freedom.

For our human rights.

Fear is the slayer of truth.

Love gives birth to the truth.

I love you all; this is why I’m telling you the truth.

Drop hate be hope.

Peace.

DFrey

Blame

Who is to blame?

Short answer…

We all are.

The act of blame serves three purposes.

One; is to target a thing, a person, with responsibility negatively.

Two, to generate guilt in a thing, a person.

Three, to deflect responsibility.

The blame game is as old as the human race.

Why are there no crops?

Who vandalized my sundial?

Why is the person I love dead?

Somebody did something; consequently, somebody must be to blame.

Who is to blame?

I can’t be to blame, am I?

When was the last time you heard anyone say they were at fault?

On average, Occam’s Razor says no one that you can personally remember.

It’s easier to blame anything else but yourself.

Bandits, crooks, hucksters, flimflam men, liars, despots, dictators, and the sociopath in your friends and family all use blame to stay in power.

Blame is used by governments, religions, social media, and charities the world over.

Someone is to blame!

Blame them!

You’re innocent.

Give me money, give me power, give me your soul.

Trust me.

Just an aside, if anyone ever says to you, trust me, they are immediately untrustworthy.

Trust is earned, not taken.

And that’s at the core of blame.

Blame says that the other person is responsible.

You ultimately are taken off the hook; if someone else is to blame, you don’t have to do anything.

For that kind of relief, allegiances are formed between those who blame others and those who believe they are not responsible.

I’m here to say we are all responsible.

Hunger, poverty, injustice, and fear we are the weavers of darkness.

There is no outside force, no invisible mythical entity darkening the world.

Its people.

Us.

Our brothers and sisters who live in fear of the truth.

That fear we are all equal.

Everything we love will die someday.

This is why it is so important to love one another while we can the best way that we can.

That is why we must stand for justice the best way that we can.

That is why we must feed the hungry.

Help those that are sick.

Be with those that grieve.

This is why we must drop the blame and take responsibility for our life.

No one is to blame, but our failure to do what is right when it is needed.

Doing nothing is not a virtue.

Doing nothing is the tread that holds together the blindfold of fear.

I’m just one voice in a chorus.

I’m asking…

Drop hate be hope.

Peace

DFrey

Boundaries

How far does your influence extend?

What are the boundaries of your control?

Do you even think about it?

Do you think about it a lot?

Do you road rage?

Do you hit your child?

Do you knock on doors handing out political, religious, and social issue fliers?

Do you yell at your neighbor’s dog?

Do you not leave a penny?

Do you march?

Do you write your congressman?

Do you stay in your own backyard and ignore what’s going on over the fence?

Boundaries.

We all have a potential sphere of influence.

Those people whom we know and don’t know are in their own bubbles also.

Some of us are ballsy enough to romp over to our neighbor's yard and burst their bubble.

However, most of us are complacent and allow our neighbors to drown.

We assume their decline; their failure is all there’s.

We had nothing to do with it.

Boundaries.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.

There are groups of us who believe we can lead other people to the well of our belief and make them drink the water we’re pouring out of our mouths into there’s.

This is and has been a false narrative given to us by those individuals and societies that have subjugated us, the people.

In other words, you can’t force people to believe like you no matter your moral high or low ground now which you stand.

If you do, you are a little dictator.

A nationalist.

A fascist.

A supremacist.

Believing that everyone is within your boundaries of control.

Your subjects to do with as you please because you are the king of the world.

Boundaries.

There are boundaries we break, but there are also boundaries we don’t break.

We allow poverty to murder our neighbor and their spirit.

We allow injustice to steal truth.

We allow racism to beat us down.

We allow those people who do not have boundaries to make us cowards.

It is difficult to have boundaries when passions are inflamed.

However, there is a difference between seeing a person drowning and either ignoring them or throwing them a book on how to swim.

There is a boundary in between.

It’s called love.

Love understands; Iove attempts to tell us that you can’t always get what you want.

Do no harm, love asks of all of us.

Your boundary ends inside of your head; your influence ends there, also.

We come together as a community, share ideas and plot a course together that best fits all of us.

Taking all reasonable ideas and beliefs into account.

In the history of the world, there has never been a single belief, a single person that has had all the correct answers to life’s problems.

History, in fact, is littered with people and beliefs with poor boundary control.

Truth, justice, freedom, and love have always defeated them.

Always.

Peace

DFrey

Heavy Lift

Some of our brothers and sisters believe that the law is up for debate if it is not explicitly written in the U.S. Constitution.

It's even up to debate whether it applies to you and will you obey it.

This is why there is a job ahead of us all.

There is a heavy lift.

The Constitution has to be amended.

What does amended mean?

It means that our society had grown more complex than when the Constitution was originally written.

In 1787 the Constitution was written by and for white Protestant male land owners.

Period.

However, in their wisdom, the founders put in a contractual clause.

This clause said that as the American Society grows, it will be recognized that this document will be inadequate for the needs of future citizens.

The Constitution can have its prose re-written, added to, and struck if a majority of States see the need.

Many of our conservative citizens believe that the Constitution is the same as their Christian Bible.

It is not.

Understand it is a civil document stating the rights and protections of its citizens and how they are to be governed by their elected officials.

It is not a religion.

It is not.

Consequently, the irony is that too many of our conservative brothers and sisters believe that if it ain't written in the Constitution, that right doesn't exist.

They are like the character George Costanza on Seinfeld.

When his boss fires him for having sex with his secretary, George laments, "If I had known, if it had been written down, I would never have done it."

This is the Conservative mindset; you have to have the law explicitly written down in one place and in one place only the Constitution.

Laws created by local governments, States, and at the Federal level are all up for debate.

Again the debate being will I obey that law.

Suppose there is no sentence in the Constitution saying there is a right to privacy between a woman and her doctor. 

In that case, that right doesn't exist in their belief.

No amount of legislation will convince them.

No amount of protest.

It must be explicitly written in the sacred document ordained by Jesus Christ.

Yes, Conservatives believe that the Constitution was dictated by Jesus Christ to Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Constitution…

Yes...

Jefferson "did not write" the Constitution; he wrote the Declaration of Independence.

People with a belief have no room for facts.

Also, Jefferson was not a Christian; he was a Diest.

A Diest is a person who believes in logic over mythology.

Our heavy lift, if we can get the resolve together to do so, is to convince a people who believe in a mythology over reason.

It is not going to be easy.

Nothing good ever is.

Some people have to be dragged into the light for their own good.

I can tell you from personal experience that this is true.

Just like a Lifeguard… 

We who understand and believe in the greater good, for justice for all, are being called to come to the rescue of our brothers and sisters.

Our brothers and sisters are drowning under the weight of myth.

A myth that keeps them spiritually oppressed.

A myth that doesn't recognize their economic and social sacrifice.

A myth that forces them into servitude that cares nothing for their welfare.

A myth that keeps the power in the hands of the few, not the many.

This is the good fight.

This is the good work.

This is why you and I are here and now in this place.

Peace.

DFrey aka Toby

Why Change Can't Happen

Believe me.

That's the central problem in America.

You can believe me or not, but understand that there is a fundamental roadblock at the heart of gun control, abortion, voting rights, civil rights, and human rights.

That roadblock is what you believe.

There has always been an error in interpretation as to what belief means.

Belief has always been a zero-sum game.

You either believe, or you don't.

If you don't believe, you are somehow out of touch, sinful, against God, against me as a person who does believe.

There is no fighting belief.

Once a person has committed themselves to a story, it is impossible for them to entirely let it go.

And what does belief do for us?

It feeds our prejudice.

It feeds a monster called ego which demands that I'm the center of the universe.

Belief tells us it is right for us to be selfish.

Protect our own.

It feeds that inherent genetic childhood psychology, that feeling that I am the center of the world and that I must survive.

My needs before the other.

I am the chosen.

Consequently, in this mix in our nation, there is a group of people who firmly righteously believe they are God's chosen people.

And then some know that this belief exists, and they feed that prejudice for their own profit and power.

They keep the monster called white supremacy alive, feeding it the red meat of death and destruction.

They are the gatekeepers keeping the order in place.

These gatekeepers can be found in houses of legislation.

Sitting in judgment on legal benches.

In pulpits.

In our places of work.

In the home.

The belief that I'm better than everyone else on the planet is not limited by class, race, or income.

Belief is a cancer on the soul of mankind.

Belief served a purpose when humans were alone on a hostile planet of limited resources.

Belief is a sickness that rots society from the inside when you live in a world of abundance.

Belief keeps the individual isolated.

Isolated from reality.

Isolated from asking who is my brother who is my sister?

What does your belief tell you right now?

Can you see people marching for their freedom?

Or do you see thieves reaching for something that doesn't belong to them?

Do you hear people crying?

Or do you see beasts who got what they deserve?

Do you defend the past?

Or do you embrace the future?

Do you hate?

Do you love?

Change can't happen unless we change what we beleive.

What do you believe?

Peace

DFrey

Madness

There are no words that will stop the madness.

Only through our actions will we gain our rightful protection from fear.

What is at the heart of gun rights madness?

What is the pillar, the rock on which some believe we have an inherent right to kill?

This country, in particular, suffers from this madness the most.

The source the origin of this madness is nothing new.

No.

It was brought here with the arrival of Europeans to the shores of the Virginias.

It was in the hearts and minds of the Pilgrims.

It is the belief that God, the one and only, created the white race to dominate the world.

If any other race got in the way of God’s will, then it was the duty of white people to put the other races in their place.

It was their duty to kill in God’s name.

White people are the chosen people by God.

The source of the origin of the gun rights madness is the belief in white supremacy.

I’m too old now to pull my punches.

It’s too late to put a diplomatic spin on madness.

It’s time we took the lies by the neck and kicked it out into the spotlight.

This ugliness, this vile evil fostered by timid sociopaths to keep themselves in power, has gone on too long.

Guns are tools.

Not everyone is qualified to work a jackhammer, are they?

They may think they can.

They may believe they can.

But they would be mad to think they could.

Tools do not have an inherent right.

WE THE PEOPLE and our rights to peace, happiness, and security, our rights supersede the madness that tools are more important than lives.

WE, THE PEOPLE, have to confront our brothers and sisters who believe in the madness of white supremacy.

You can’t tell a rock to fly no matter what you think is best for that rock.

You can’t just tell a white racist to grow some compassion because it will never happen.

We have had over 2,000 years of the doctrine of love.

Do unto others as you would have done unto you.

How has that worked out?

100’s of millions of people have been killed around the world.

Murdered by white Christians.

If you don’t see the correlation between white people killing other races by the millions in history from the beginning of the Crusades to today, you got a bag over your head.

Until we confront the foundations of white supremacy that founded this nation and are supported by the Christian Church, we will never end the madness of gun violence.

Every Sunday, partitioners in this nation are told there is only one way to God.

They are told there is only one religion that God likes.

They are told there is only one kind of person God likes.

The white, protestant, Christian male.

All others are second-class passengers and are subject to being killed for disobeying white males.

This is the madness that is taught to our children before they can even speak.

This is what they learn in Sunday school.

They believe this is true because why would an adult lie to them?

Somewhere, somebody, and it might as well be us has to stand up and say no more forever.

Forever!

Drop hate be hope, people…

Peace

DFrey

Brotherhood

Equality.

The word the idea of equality strikes fear in many hearts.

Not just racial equality.

No.

But intellectual, cultural, physical, and gender equality also strikes fear.

How could someone be afraid of being equal?

Being equal means I am not unique.

I am not special.

I am not chosen.

I don't get a break.

I'm not first in line.

I am not the best.

Notice how there is a lot of "I" in these thoughts?

"I" as opposed to "us."

Human beings are unique as far as we can tell that they can hold two opposing thoughts in their minds at the same time and believe both of them are true.

I am special; therefore, mankind should serve me.

The rest of humanity was placed on this earth to maintain my position as leader.

No thought given that if you were so unique, so superior, that as it has been said with great power comes great responsibility, your thought should be just the opposite.

If you are so superior, you should be serving mankind, ensuring its happiness, freedom, and justice.

Equality.

Our journey to brotherhood has only begun.

It got some good press, like an announcement in the news back in the 1950s.

Like a voice in the wilderness that echoes between the trees, I am a man pricked up the ears of those asleep.

Far too many fell asleep after those voices of freedom were taken away from the world's consciousness.

Too many thought the fight was over.

It was only the first round of a fight that has no end.

Fear is a terrible thing.

It will make people do terrible things.

Fear will make people deny the truth.

That's why it's such a potent weapon for those who profit from fear.

Realize those who profit from fear it's their only source of income.

They know not of any other trade than fear.

Let us who know better trade fear in on hope.

Let us trade our fear for compassion.

Let us trade our fear for what love demands of us all.

More.

Love wants us to understand there are no boundaries to its reach.

Love is the future.

Fear no more, my sister, my brother.

We are right by your side together, facing the future together.

Drop hate be hope.

Peace

DFrey

How To Recognize You Are The Problem

Originally titled, "How To Recognize You're The AS*$#@!

As an empath, I see, hear, and feel more than a normal person.

This is not a miracle; it is not a superpower; it is not psychic.

Take a child with a sensitive personality, mix in a mentally and physically abusive parent, and what pops out of the psychological personality Easy-Bake-Oven most of the time is a sociopath.

0.5% of the time, you get an empath.

I see dead people.

I see their lies.

Everyone.

No matter how big or how small, I can tell in an instant you are lying.

What I can't tell is your reason.

You're motivation.

Before I was diagnosed at the age of 55 as being an empath with no boundaries, I believed that I was the cause of the hate in the world.

Everyone hated me so much that they lied to me about everything.

I never asked people why they were lying.

I assumed it was something with me.

I found out it wasn't me.

It is a world ruled by hate and cruelty kept in place by a vast ocean of indifference.

I found out I have the ability to immediately recognize who is the problem.

Not just the apparent tyrant.

But the indifferent, self-righteous, I got mine you go get your's, entitled, unaware, no questions asked, bigot.

Bigot, in this case, means - a person who is obstinately or unreasonably attached to a belief, opinion, or faction, especially one who is prejudiced against or antagonistic toward a person or people based on their membership in a particular group.

The following is a list, not comprehensive, of both significant and supportive problems found in society...

You don't hold the door open for a stranger?

You don't send cards?

You don't come to a complete stop at a traffic sign?

You don't share the sidewalk?

You don't sing?

You laugh at racist jokes?

You steal?

You don't call your loved ones?

You own a gun?

You don't say thank you?

You don't vote?

Everyone agrees with you?

You stop across the crosswalk?

Everyone says you're charming?

You make those around you cry?

You ignore current events?

You hit your child?

You have a vanity plate?

You give the finger?

You don't ask questions?

You belong to a club?

You are physically violent?

You've lied?

Killed?

Worrying about the world is for others, you mind your own business?

You don't know what the problem is?

If you recognize any of these problems as being you, then surprise, you have begun the process of no longer being the problem.

Knowing that a problem exists is the first hurdle to actually taking steps to address the source of the problem.

The best thing is hope.

There is always redemption.

A chance to make what was wrong right.

That is our purpose in a real-life awakened.

Peace

DFrey

Beginnings

Life begins when you realize you are not the only person who needs love.

Children know they are the center of the world.

Nothing can tell them differently.

Their wishes, their demands, their worldview places them at the center.

Nothing exists beyond the realm of the child’s mind.

They do not understand a reasonable bedtime.

They can’t subsist on one cookie.

Every want, every whim must be fulfilled ASAP.

The adult, the caretaker, is there to fulfill their prejudiced view of how the world works.

Only life experience will have a chance to break through this cosmic certainty.

The first time they feel hunger, and there’s no food that night.

The first time they see their caretaker cry.

The first time a wish goes unanswered.

Slowly…

Slowly…

Given enough time, this child will grow up and hear other voices besides their own.

The voice of despair.

The voice of fear.

Even, even the voice of hope.

The voice of love.

Every human who has ever lived or shall live goes through this cycle.

But not all come out the other side genuinely alive.

Childhood is a type of shell.

A shell that keeps the mind safe from reality.

Experience like a hammer raps raps raps on that shell, asking each of us to come out and play.

Not everyone can break the shell of childhood.

Forever caught in their own head, they can’t hear other people cry.

They refuse to hear the call for justice.

For freedom.

For hope.

For equality.

For love which reaches its never-ending arms around all.

Society, like a forest, is filled with life.

Some are sprouting, some are growing, some have lived a lifetime, and winter has come.

While others are still in the ground, in their shell, waiting for that drop of water of reality to break their shell and lift them up.

To begin.

Peace

DFrey

Why Care?

Isn’t it obvious that the majority of the human race rejects the act of caring?

If quite simply the majority agreed then the world would be different from how we currently find it.

There would be no hunger.

There would be no one in the need of a home.

There would be safety.

There would be growth.

There would be peace.

What we have is endless cycles of hunger, poverty, brutality, stagnation, and war.

We do not have a brotherhood.

We do not hear the cry of despair.

We do not feel the time is right for change.

What we have is belief in a cultural myth telling us one race is better than the next.

No matter where we find ourselves on this world everyone everywhere is fed the idea that they are the pinnacle of society.

This giant mass of malignancy corrupts the spirit.

Damns the soul.

It’s purpose?

To feed the wicked who profit off the resulting misery.

Until we find a way to break this hold on the soul of humanity we are doomed to repeat it forever.

One step forward two steps back.

Our fight is with the darkness that whispers… “Might makes right.”

The profit is power.

Profit from holding back food.

Profit from keeping people behind walls.

Profit from fear.

Profit from war.

Profit from ugliness.

There is an idea that has been expressed for the past 2,000 years.

Only love will conquer hate.

Repeat…

Only love will conquer hate.

As the wind of selfishness blows back and forth the voice of love has resisted hate.

It calls for all who are alive to care.

To care for the poor, the weak, the lost, yes even care for those that hate us.

To be alive means to love.

To be alive means to care.

To grow.

To challenge the darkness.

To not let evil blind and deafen compassion.

To stand in the doorway and proclaim freedom and justice for all.

Peace.

DFrey