Healing

I post like the previous one as part of a process.

WHY I HATE THE SOUND OF THE BLUES

I swear my soul remembers a time when my dignity was intact and there was no need to sing the blues. I remember when suffering was not so monumental that the blues was necessary. My soul remembers a time when music and art primarily celebrated life. Regardless of what others try to tell me, I do not hear anything celebratory about life in the blues. What I hear is the sound of being stuck, of not having learned anything that would aleviate the need to sing the blues. I hear the sound of being identified in a way I don't relate to. The sound of the blues does not comfort me.

August thoughts

At best, the powers (unknown) that be globally, know that there are no real solutions to the trashing of the planet that continues, so they just lie to everyone knowing there is no intention of healing anything. At worse the powers (unknown) that be are intentionally annihilating humanity and their plan has been in action for so long covertly that they virtually cannot be stopped.