Witnessing abuse of power and the resulting effects it has, tends to get me very angry. My Irish is irked. I recently saw how people who have been coming to a place of worship for years to receive Solace and Peace in years past, are now receiving unending lectures that go on and on regarding a subject that to me is very private and no one’s business. My neighbor is one of these people and she is so upset that “her one and only place, hers only, for Peace and Quiet” has been stolen. This woman is constantly doing for others and she considered this place her refuge.
People have the right to do what they wish with their own private lives and that includes what they believe or what they do not believe. A nightmare has emerged in which these very same people counting on Peace and Solace find only pompous preaching coupled with guilt placed upon their shoulders for the choices they make.
No one has the right, and I don’t care who that person is, to outright say someone is not living right. Before anyone can do that justifiably, first and foremost, that person must walk that person’s shoes in order to understand from that person’s point of view. I am seeing how these precious people are shocked and in disbelief that this place of all places someone is using bullying tactics expounding on the so-called follies of their life. Leadership recently changed. Yep, one of them deals.
This world is so full of crazy. People require a Sanctuary in order to receive sustenance to get help them through life. I am seeing the wrecking ball in action, and it is horrifying. When will it be known the harder people are pushed the more they won’t do the very thing insisted upon they do? We need Peace not war yet it seems even in the one place we think we can find Peace, war instead is being found. It was even inferred that those of us who did not do such and such would go to hell. And that group of people included me. Hell is created by those who do, and I am positive that hell is not what I create!
Desolation takes root.
I turned to this place of worship seeking something I could hang on to after I completely fell apart when my Mom died. Purpose was found for yes I did find that which I sought as I slowly learned how to plant my feet on firm ground once again. Mother Nature is my Connection to Source, not a building. Yet in those days of complete annihilation, I returned to “familiar” to hang on tight to. My Heart goes out to those who look to this organization and what it represents to find their Connection to Source.
As with all in my life, I let this go by forgiving those who do not know what they do, and move on. Just writing this helped immensely, and I thank all of you so much for reading these words. We the people do not deserve to be treated as small children who do not know what we want in our lives. This world desperately needs less chaos not more! Bless you!
*Images taken at Como Lake Park with my Samsung Galaxy Camera 2*
Photography/ “Recipe For Desolation”/ March 2018©AmyRose