Our lives begin to end, the moment we become silent about things that matter—-Martin Luther King
Or:
There are two secrets to a successful life.
1. Don’t tell everyone everything that you know.
2.
I deactivated my Facebook accounts on September 30. I have been using Facebook for over eight years. I have always been somewhat hesitant about using this capitalist paradise and glorified chat room. It had become a room of silence for me. Because of my own limitations, and the paucity of interactive friendships, Facebook finally lost whatever allure that it once had.
Facebook continues to reveal its present incapacity for integrating human consciousness and awareness, and bringing people together into healthy community, at least for me and my present understanding of what is the foundation for those two potentially sacred human capacities.
What a lonely world Facebook can be. What a superficial world Facebook can be. What a dangerous world for those seeking healing community and real connection with true friends Facebook can be.
My Facebook experience painfully reminds me how little love there is among casual acquaintances, and some friends, for the message that I am trying to carry to my world. My Facebook world cannot and will not respond to what I have to present to it.
I share a common bond with my deceased father, for sure. We both failed to inspire connections and friendships in our latter years, and I am starting to experience a strong sense of creative isolation. I have found Facebook to be counterproductive to effective communication and connection.
Finding one’s voice, and a life message, just isn’t enough to inspire others’ interest anymore, especially for those who have substituted Facebook connections for real life social awareness and love.
The act of writing five books has kept me somewhat disengaged from others, and the communication of that feat has inspired a few yawns from some people that know me, as well. No one is presently interested in reading them, including those from my book club. I have only been rejected by two publishers, yet I already tire of rejections, and I have no need for money, so I wonder
“What was the point again, Holy Spirit?”
I fatigue of the effort. There appears to be little point in attempting to reach out to others with a message that interests few, if any people.
I always say:
Don’t give up until the Miracle appears!
The “Miracle” may only be to realize that I have nothing worthwhile to say to the world, and for me to not be too disillusioned or depressed about it. Those who never found their own voice continue to drown mine out. Yet my voice now powers me forward into healing, and into my truth.
This blog will be the next to go, at the end of the subscription cycle, unless I recover from my writer’s letdown. It is a little like post-partum depression, me thinks.
Sorry, Marty C.
You told me prior to your death that the best thing that you ever did in your life was to get me writing, and to share the writings with the world. Well, that energy may be about to die, as well.
Or at least, change forms, like you did!
I am writing just for me. I speak just for me now.
I am saving myself from the desire to bring my message to the world.
CAN I HEAR ME NOW?!
There is a story:
Once upon a time an old woman ran through the streets shouting:
“POWER, GREED, CORRUPTION!!!
POWER, GREED, CORRUPTION!!! WE ARE DESTROYING OURSELVES, AND OUR PLANET!!”
For a while, people stopped to hear, to think, and to discuss the problem. As time went by and nothing happened, they finally went back about their business. Finally, one day, a child stepped in front of the prophet to say, as she ran by,
“Old woman, no one is listening to you”
.
So, the woman stopped to say
“Oh, I know that.”
The boy was puzzled.
“Then if you know that you have failed, then why do you go on shouting?”
and the old woman answered
“Oh, child, you do not understand. I do not shout in order to change them. I shout so that they cannot change me”
I will NOT allow my life to end, because others choose to ignore my message.
Wow, maybe I should post this to Facebook!? Maybe one person will finally read my post, and respond to it? . . . Maybe somebody will finally take the time to put a “like” on something I have written . . .?
Some illusions tend to die slowly. I am letting go as best I can.
I can hear me now.
I choose the real world today, filled with facial expressions, real human bodies rather than pictures, and empathetic and compassionate talk.
I choose to be alive, with love, today,.
Please, save yourself, or not.
