Jew World Order

Television and movies have made us believe in a love we cannot achieve. Because like all television, it is a lie. It is an engineered perception that you are to observe and learn from.

However, there is a base in which our soul connects with this idea. We know that love is the most wonderful of all emotions.

All consuming, head scrambling, I would die for you kind of love, does exist.

Only we have had our heads in the clouds and not at our feet.

Those messy-faced little stroppsters can send upon a roller-coaster all right, and most of us avoid them, by ignoring the ones we have or not having them at all.

One day at the park a lady was happily pushing an empty swing whilst doing something on her phone, so caught up in her own world she had not noticed her child was on the floor, after falling off the swing.

Others choose to not have children at all, and willingly sterilise themselves for ‘the greater good’.

Who would want to add to our overpopulated mass of degenerates and evil people? Who would want to replicate ourselves in this meek shitty world? Why should our children have to deal with the mess that we have made? Children are so needy! Children get in the way of life!

First of all, the overpopulated nonsense is nonsense; we are overpopulated only in these warped living conditions. So get rid of the fricking systems and let us keep reproducing our own people.

I would replicate myself in this shitty world, because my people are smart, kind, loving, funny, beautiful, compassionate, imaginative and creative. They are caretakers of others and their strength is their weakness; they are real.

We did not make this mess, it was created for us. We are not willing participants but blindfolded trustees. However, we are losing trust and removing of our blindfolds, and when our people rise, they WILL rise. We all so often make the mistake of  believing we are here to teach our children, and that it cannot be the other way around. Believing that our children carry our burden is defeatist; it says we have already lost, and that family is not where the magic is. Family is where everything is.

Yes, children are needy. Responsibility brings more growth than anything else; being selfless will bring an abundance of self-knowing. We can all find out we are amazing when the only thing on our ‘to do list’ is chant, hum and breathe deeply, all of which is great for us, sometimes, but alone it will not give us the growth we desire. Having babies screaming at your feet when you want to cook, clean, do laundry or just have a thought pattern uninterrupted for  two seconds, now that shows you who you really are, and sometimes it is not a person you like. So you man up and change. You be better. You do not grow by only appreciating what you are; you grow by being real about who you are, and striving to improve and surpass yourself. Challenges of children are a blessing; we all need to be put in our place and who better to do it than the people you love most in the world?

Children cannot get in the way of life, as they are life, pure and new and excited life.

Television will never show you true love. It won’t present that a paternal bond is the most wondrous bond of all. I do not love anything like I do my children. I will not fight, defend or challenge anyone or thing, like I will for my children. They cannot show us this REAL LOVE because it is a threat to them; you cannot control a people in love.

Children give us a feeling of love that cannot be put into words. We do not have the dictionary available for us to be able to express what parenting feels like. All I can say it comes close to is gratitude, that delicious melting pot of all gratefulness that entirely engulfs us.

It cannot be expressed in words what loving our children gives us, what giving ourselves away to something better than we are does for us.

Oh, how it feels to pick out our past loved ones in their little expressions; how they embody our nan when they are mad, or sing and dance like our mother when they are glad. How they act like their father and their father’s father and mimic their brother.

So many of my friends overpass their partner’s greatness because they are so bound on looking for something else, something the television gives them as a clue that they are loved, and that their partner is worthy of their love. Unfortunately their children are just a burden unless the education system has given them permission to be proud of them and brag, this week at least. Instead of waiting for the approval of others, we have to let ourselves be our own approval.

Real love is at our feet. We do not need to search for the romance that the television falsifies. We need to not resent our partners for not being the lie on the screen. Then breathe our children in, together.

Romance is not as it seems. It is cleaning your children’s mess together whilst rolling your eyes, it is listening to each other talk, it is being on the same page, walking the same path, sharing the same ideas, morals and beliefs, it is being friends, it is forgiving each other for being mouthy and out of turn, it is understanding each other and inspiring each other, and knowing that you are here to help each other be better people, not to compete as to who does more for the other and then victimise ourselves because of it, as the screens would want us to behave. It is about scoring points together, not against each other.

Romance is not one single act of showing the world how much someone means. Talk is cheap. Real love is a daily willing dedication to our families and outer circles. Being elbow deep in baby poop, laundry, dishes and tantrums, trying to live in this manufactured world, knowing you are cheated from a better one, and still looking into each other’s eyes knowing you both love your little people more than anything else in the world, that is falling in love.

I will leave us with this thought, when you feel that we are losing, just remember how dangerous a person in love can be.

A few days after writing this piece, I saw the above picture and words by WrathofGnon, which fit perfectly, and say everything I attempted to say with ease and beauty.