When Harry Met Meghan

In response to the headline in the New York times “Black Britons Knows Why Meghan Markle wants out,” posted on my Facebook page a couple of days ago:

I’ve kept away from all commentaries leading up to and after this couple got married. My two pencies worth here now is, Harry (psychologically) opted out of the royal family when they took his mother out (in more ways than one) – and him and his brother was made to walk publicly behind her coffin. How thoughtless- and re-traumatising. When he became a man it was just circumstances he was waiting for to make that physical move. Then Harry met Sally (aka Meghan ๐Ÿ˜Š) and Bob was your uncle ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Also, to quote Harriet Lerner:
“In relationships between dominant and subordinate groups, the subordinate group members always possess a far greater understanding of the dominant members and their culture than vice versa.”

Absolutely racism…
And for Harry the above reasons and the love for his woman & child, and intolerance of isms, kisms & ignorance. He’s his mother’s child, not the monarchy’s…

They both want out. All Power to them!

P.s. World, Know Thyself, and stop expecting the “in the line of fire” scapegoated group to educate you…to educate that which is so full of stuff and aren’t truly willing and ready to hear let alone learn. Go empty out first. As a Buddhist teaching says, “When the student is ready, the teacher appears. ”

Nuff said…

#zerotolerenceofismsandkisms….and all the time in the world for souls open to love and all love calls us to be and do in her benevolence…

Peace & Love,

Light ๐Ÿ’›

The Sankofar Bird: looking back to move forward, and on…

Visually and symbolically, โ€œSankofaโ€ is expressed as a mythicย birdย that flies forward while looking backward with an egg (symbolizing the future) in its mouth. This ties with our motto: โ€œIn order to understand our present and ensure our future, we must know our past.โ€

 

Oftentimes old adverse wounds keep us stuck in emotional pain/numbness that keeps our dreams and the things and people we love out of reach and at a distance. As long as there is breath, It is never too late to heal and regain opportunities once lost- opportunities to love, to repair, to re-nurture, to break the pain of generations…Looking back to move forward & on ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ™