This is for “Pangburn” Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins…..Bless you darlings you are right. But we are not talking about little sisters being used for sex in a household as we are talking about adults killing children today. Please Read “Highly Sensitive People.” It has been out for 40 years at least. I often recommended it to people I knew fit the profile and who needed to know the benefits of being highly sensitive. Children who are used for sex in households, by fathers or mothers, are the puppets and do as they are ordered. Just is.

Changes

The miracle of Change

It does not come Immediately

Its not just a simple overnight adventure

That happens within one’s own identity,

Little things, now that I deeply understand,

From years and years of expansion

Ahh!  The moth does it’s metamorphosis,

More compassion here, and more kindness at hand

An opening of myself to those in need,

Where sensitivities become acute,

The Rewards are the becoming,

A moment when the great mysteries show themselves to be

Not of me but of the Universe, when you do not compete.

Those moments that linger in obedience,

Have come and gone as quickly as arrived,

Unannounced but surely present

My seeds long ago sewn, do survive,

I Flourish as an open flower,

That was diligently sown and lifted up,

My inner being A becoming,

Visions of change need erupt,

With an intensity and clarity,

Awakening to where everything is clear,

My Peace has arrived and I laugh and cry,

All hints, all talks, at last a clarity,

A new conscious comes sparingly to you.

Carolyn d Hogarth Canada October 31st, 2000.

Would you like to go darker. But thanks for the dance.

Have I seen rain? Yes. Have I seen Fire? Yes! Have I seen the beauty that surrounds me? Yes. Have I seen evil? Yes. I also have seen Johnathon who soars. The dove still calls in the morning for Peace. That does not change, as I will no longer be your puppet. Carolyn d Hogarth 2025. But thanks for the dance. You have nothing to say about what I know to be true, what I wrote to be true, and you cannot change me as life did itself. For every petal on a rose, it unfurls to it’s own timing. Not yours. FACT! This is about me, and no one else, and I wish for your metamorphosis too. I love his music and that will not change. CDH Bless the Children. What I deal with today is a constant of dreaming and seeing a picture of people dying outside the hospitals in India, who had no way of breathing without oxygen, without their brain operating their lung muscles. It was the most horrific sight I will ever see about humanity. Do as you wish, for I am leaving, but will not say Goodbye. I will be here forever. Its not drama, just Fact. And I still Love his music. Bless the Children. Just is.

What if I had not spoken? What would have happened to the children? Get over yourselves really….