Casper-
You are asking so many great questions. Really making me consider where my hope comes from. I have a story for you.
I have a dear friend, more like a brother, whom I go to for advice, help, and grounding. I have tendencies to get really down about everything going on in the world. It becomes overwhelming and I begin to lose faith in anything and everything. I was talking to my friend about the NWO and other such related topics, as well as the prophecies of Grandfather Stalking Wolf (an Apache medicine man). I told him I didn't know what to do... go into the woods? Move somewhere remote? And that I was ultimately fearful of a young death undeserved death.
His response (paraphrased) was that his faith was based on knowing that he had a good heart, and good intentions, and even if he stumbles and falls, he can reside in the fact that he knows his heart is in the right place.
This has stuck with me some time now, and I find myself thinking about it sometimes. I cannot believe that the world is meant to be like this. I have heard too many stories, and read too many books to believe that we are meant to live in fear of the unknown and the what ifs. I have found that coming to terms with my own death is what I have to do. By accepting my own death, however or whenever it is to happen, I am free. I worry not about what will happen, could have happened, did happen. I live for the present- not the past or future. Enjoying the time that I have now.
Gratitude for what I have- and giving it consciously with every meal- is the greatest gift I have ever given myself. Gratitude allows me to hope, for I know my heart is in the right place, and I am doing what I can.
You are asking so many great questions. Really making me consider where my hope comes from. I have a story for you.
I have a dear friend, more like a brother, whom I go to for advice, help, and grounding. I have tendencies to get really down about everything going on in the world. It becomes overwhelming and I begin to lose faith in anything and everything. I was talking to my friend about the NWO and other such related topics, as well as the prophecies of Grandfather Stalking Wolf (an Apache medicine man). I told him I didn't know what to do... go into the woods? Move somewhere remote? And that I was ultimately fearful of a young death undeserved death.
His response (paraphrased) was that his faith was based on knowing that he had a good heart, and good intentions, and even if he stumbles and falls, he can reside in the fact that he knows his heart is in the right place.
This has stuck with me some time now, and I find myself thinking about it sometimes. I cannot believe that the world is meant to be like this. I have heard too many stories, and read too many books to believe that we are meant to live in fear of the unknown and the what ifs. I have found that coming to terms with my own death is what I have to do. By accepting my own death, however or whenever it is to happen, I am free. I worry not about what will happen, could have happened, did happen. I live for the present- not the past or future. Enjoying the time that I have now.
Gratitude for what I have- and giving it consciously with every meal- is the greatest gift I have ever given myself. Gratitude allows me to hope, for I know my heart is in the right place, and I am doing what I can.