The Heart Of The Human Problem

Yesterday I was so incredibly incensed by the story and report of a 15 year old school girl in Hackney who was sexually abused and totally humiliated by 2 female police officers, and a school standing by very much implicit in the crime. This crime was committed in 2020 during the heat of the trauma that was Covid-19 and the murder- one amongst many- of George Floyd.

I was ranting about it to my therapist this morning and we concluded that to have made that decision to strip search her in that objectified & humiliating fashion, the officers had to have already reduced her to a NO THING in their minds -aka adultification, a tenet in racism and hate..

As I was talking, I realised more deeply, and expressed that, people who treat other fellow human beings like this- especially a human child- acts from a corrupted, inhuman, frozen over soul. Loving caring humane human beings cannot behave like this… so, who is animal, if any one/race has to be…

My therapist reminded me that even animals feel. Apologies animals. Perhaps I should call these kinds of humans, uncivilised.

My therapist also said- words to the effects- that this inhumanity that they can dish out, so easily, without second thought, is what Desmond Tutu spoke at lengths about, especially about the apartheid that was and still is South Africa. I will check his thoughts out.

The subject was all very triggering for me being a survivor of sexual abuse, being black and a woman, being a mother, aunt, etc- being human. So I just had to write out this Matter of Heart. Someone once said, “The heart of the human problem, is the problem of the human heart.” I believe this to be true. Some folks are in serious need of Heart Transplants, also known psychologically as, Self – Transformation.

Time for change folks. We can’t be sitting on the fence like the old days, especially Post Covid. Go heal your heart if it is hardened & hard. We made for greater things! Rise Up! Our Potential for Miraculousness has already been demonstrated by other humans, so, is therefore, Possible. Come from behind the bushel, especially the fence-dwellers. Come out, Stand Up, and be counted…into the Good Fight! It’s Now 0 Clock.

Peace & Love,

Light..

Broken history

Broken history, whether that’s our story, personal and collective..

Once there has been a life shaping interruption that caused us to come off-course, for mere survival, at some point, for mere survival again, we going to need to get back on track and proceed in our stories, nevertheless..

Making them pleasing, healing and restorative. And we don’t give others the pen, as they don’t know our stories, and record them, like we do.

I look forward to the day where in the collective, young minds will be told stories, through the subject of History, that is not broken and loaded with untruths, so they may truly know themselves, in the personal & collective,

and LIVE-

Live their Best Life Experience Possible…and not be twice defeated, in someone else’s personal unhealed collective discriminative narrative.

Peace & Love,

Light..