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I have been giving some serious thought to the myriad different ways we could collectively overcome the authoritarian front that we are facing. My thoughts traveled through my brainwashed conceptions of Abrahamic-evolved ideas of judgment. But God told me She would not be that Judge. She reminded me that I was thinking of my old god. Then my mind traveled back to what I learned with small handful of Conflict Resolution courses I took in undergrad at PSU. I was out in public when I was knee deep in these thoughts and as I turned around a corner someone else was coming from the other side, I instinctively stopped to let him pass and I thought about how I could never hurt another soul or wish a preoccupation of what Abrahamic judgment might be.
I went back to thinking about Conflict Resolution. It is a wide field that unfortunately isn’t available in most universities. It covers everything from international relations, human resources, interpersonal negotiations, building trust, and comprise aimed towards winning the greater good. So I started to wonder, how could we collectively influence and negotiate with the powers that be. However, I realized the best we could hope for is to help them see reason, empathy, compassion, and it has been made clear they have already set out in opposition to what is good. I heard God say now is not the time to make them see reason.
God said now is the time revolution. Specifically, “upheaval.” I was a bit surprised because given my financial, familial, and health, I am not in a position to spring “upheaval” upon this regime. What exactly am I to do? Try to encourage others to put themselves in harm’s way when I am not able to do the same. That is not just. There may be an antidote of righteousness hidden those abilities, but I still fell it is unjust. What is more, let’s say I am right. What if I am really hearing God call for people to stand up and protest with force and lack of control. I would be guilty of inciting a riot. I do not want to be a bystander when the righteous sacrifice their safety and security when I am not able to. What a hypocrite I am.
All of that being said. God believes now is not the time to work towards a immediate culmination in which we attempt to get the right, and all those followers, to see reason and empathy. Now is not the time. This strikes be as particularity curious because if humanity is going to ever move forward we will need unity. We will need each other. This division cannot stand. Utopia can only be founded on mutual compassion. But God said that part will come later. Now is the time to fight with all we have to cause havoc at every opportunity. Please be aware it goes against my nature to say these things. I am not a chaos agent by any measure.
As I listened to God whisper these insights into my ears I was reminded of a poem I recently wrote. It is not really a poem in the traditional sense, and it is not the kind of poem I normally write. It is clearly a statement attempting to imitate the form of a poem
“There can be no spirituality without revolution”
How shall you practice your prayers?
Will you stand on a pillar among the starving and war-ravaged?
You will starve yourself in cooperation with the divine?
Do you not see yourself capable to end the suffering, the hunger, the wars?
Does you interpretation of participatory democracy have its limits?
Then those are not prayers you sing.
They are death marches.