How do you advertise without ego?
How do you teach without ego?
It takes bravery to publish one’s work to the internet.
So many detractors who have no idea of what you are trying to achieve, have no idea of your depth of subject knowledge and much lass conscience, as they remain totally faceless and unaccountable.
If you chose to put yourself out there, this apparently gives the arbiters of nothing, the right to pull you down.
A faceless youth, studying quantum physics, who has never tried Qigong, who has no idea of the five thousand year history that it brings. All he can see is his Christian upbringing, and his science mind.
Aren’t Christians brought up to be kind?
Doesn’t your religious education suggest that we should love one-another?
(Of course no, how silly of me.. The Crusades, The Spanish Inquisition, witch burning.. I forgot.. Love the one’s that are like us, kill the rest..)
The sworn protectors of Science who only see black and white – “Charlatan” they called me.
The science that throws away anything that doesn’t fit the current wave of popularity.
The science that denies anything on the fringe, until the old protectors of the stories die, and then suddenly the fringe breaks through to become the main stream.
How many brilliant people were denied and died, whilst you put your fingers in your ears and shouted Lalalala?
I became upset.
I rushed off a few lines of vitriol.
Who became upset?
Who felt the barbs through his heart?
The teacher who wanted to be validated.
The Healer who wanted to offer healing to the world.
These aspects of Jeremy were triggered.
This wouldn’t be written if it hadn’t been felt.
What a gift!
What superb teachers!
Social Media teachers!
Teachers who can find my society triggers, and give them a good push!
Thank you my teachers.
Everything’s a choice. Publish or stay quiet, stay in your lane..
Publish and be damned I say..
The bravery to face the faceless.
It’s unpleasant thinking that there are people who hate you for no apparent reason.
Then I think “F**k it” – what does any of it mean, or matter anyway?
Then I smile, I note the bruised part of me, and decide to try not to let it be triggered anymore.
My teachers have shown me yet another “social function” that needs weeding out, and weed it out I shall.
Love, love, love
That’s all there is in this world, just Love