as one

It is hard to ca­pac­i­tate our be­ings as one. It is also hard to un­der­stand the right di­rec­tion to heal the sick. For hun­dreds of years we have been study­ing the an­i­mals of earth and our­selves to gain knowl­edge of how to heal. Some meth­ods have been mad. Mad, like the in­san­i­ty that’s rein­ing our coun­tries around the world. We’ve sought to kill, to treat sick­ness­es by means of ther­a­pies rang­ing a board range, to giv­ing pills, and oth­er wild means to end a sick­ness.

Our world is sick. So many times we have been taught the func­tion­ing of cells. The bi­ol­o­gy of you, me, and all plants and an­i­mals around us. In every liv­ing thing’s fight of evo­lu­tion we see how there is a sought de­struc­tion and abol­ish­ment of life.

But our world is large­ly this way for the fears we in­hib­it, for the poi­sons we take in, for our own self-de­struc­t­ing be­hav­ior, for our lash­es of anger – hate – pure neg­a­tive en­er­gy, and we see it. You can­not see the en­er­gy, it’s like air, but you see it in the way we de­stroy our­selves, oth­ers, and the oth­er forms of life around us.

These at­tacks, from our own hu­man hands or the weath­er, is the wind blow­ing through the trees.

Wake up.

Feel the air upon your skin.

Feel move­ment in the par­ti­cles around you. Feel the de­spair, feel the hate, feel the hope­less­ness, you will feel. Our souls are in a lost dis­con­nect, dis­tract­ed and lash­ing.

The beau­ty in these mo­ments is real in the world. The fright­en­ing dark­ness brings light if we choose to shed it. But we must ask our­selves in how to func­tion as one, how to be or­gan­ic to the world. We can­not stop the dis­ease, for it is in all of us. You can­not kill what you did not cre­ate. Our at­tempts to say good­bye to the volatile has failed much in the preser­va­tion in hin­der­ing mem­o­ries our earth has not emo­tion­al­ly for­got­ten.

Be­gin to ques­tion – be­gin to think – every prob­lem is one thought away, just one thought away from be­ing solved. Can we be­gin to cre­ate? And as to what will we cre­ate?

—al­ley schef­f­ki

Flom­mist Al­ley Schef­f­ki is 21 years young, ‘I am the blue rose. Dies ist ein wun­sch für frei­heit.’ Copy­right © 2016 Al­ley Schef­f­ki.

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