I was looking into a recent controversy the other day and reached a point where I had to let it go because I simply grew weary of the type of argumentation that predominantly lightworkers were using.
I’d expect the type of argumentation I was encountering from neoconservatives but not from lightworkers.
People were making extreme statements, taking up mere innuendoes and treating them as truths, slandering others, reading things into actions which seem harmless but can always be misrepresented. Slander, innuendo, snearing, smearing, exaggeration … it all began to sound pompous and valueless after a while.
And I found myself becoming sickened by the low standard of commentary that seems so common on the Net today. I can recall some statements of my own that have fallen into that camp, so I don’t exclude myself from it either.
On other occasions I’ve called this the behavior of “lightworker lemmings.” We seem to develop such a herd mentality that we stoop to selling mere allegations to others as truth and fall behind the loudest voice.
What was it Emerson said? “Don’t say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.”
No wonder I had vertigo and nausea the other day. I think I’m truly sick of it.
I think I’m ready to declare that I don’t care where I find inadequate, insubstantial argumentation. I hereby refuse to buy it no matter the subject, the speaker, or the occasion.
I mean no affront to anyone, but I think we’re all in need of a good brain scrub. Not a wash. A scrub.
For me, I think, the need of the moment has become a return to balance, the center, moderation, reflection, harmlessness, reasonable and fair grounds.
It isn’t satisfying to me any more to think of “winning” a discussion or swinging opinion around to my side unless I can assure myself that I did it fairly and harmlessly. I’m left to wonder, once again, how one can comment on things while still resisting those who wish us harm, such as the Illuminati who actually did wish to depopulate the globe (1) and really did stand for evil, while avoiding low forms of argumentation or winning by strategem and subterfuge.
Even against the Illuminati. I’m not sure that “winning” by resorting to low means will satisfy me any more. Somehow the way I get to the truth has to matter as much as the truth itself.
This is becoming more and more important to me as time goes by, undoubtedly because of the impact of the light energies hitting us all. Although I’ve always felt this way, I feel even more determined not to latch onto the criticism of the moment now, the rant de jour, the activist flavor of the month.
I don’t think one needs to hang up one’s pen when one reaches this point. But I don’t think one needs to hang up one’s brain either. I do think one needs to watch the color of the ink one uses. No red ink for me any more, I’m afraid; I can’t stand it. No yellow sheets will satisfy either. I pray this isn’t just getting on in years, but getting on in maturity. But it doesn’t seem to matter. I’d lay down my pen if I felt that I had to be a lightworker lemming to survive.
Footnotes
(1) “There is truth in the claims that the dark Ones have always planned to drastically reduce the population numbers, but they have been severely set back through our actions.” (SaLuSa, Sept. 11, 2009.)
“Depopulation by any means is an Illuminati goal.” (Matthew’s Message, Sept. 24, 2008.)