A TIME AND PLACE FOR ALL

  So we are told anyway. Be it in the original language, Hebrew, in which it was written, or the numerous other language versions, the message is clear. That message as presented by the Turtles, Turn, Turn, Turn, reminds us that for all beneath the sun there is an appropriate time and place. Merely by seeing through clear eyes and a good heart, we can find those times and places, emphasize the positive and dismiss, quickly, that which is hostile to a better world.

That world can and will emerge from the efforts of humanity. All we need do is turn and turn again, until our turns are synchronized and there is generated a synergy with a power such as we have not seen before. Certainly not on this existence of this planet in this universe. This energy will create a warm and welcoming place for those who understand the necessity for humanity to unite and respect each other. 

To validate the differences along with the similarities and finally internalize the knowledge that G-d created us all, with the same hopes and dreams within, with the same desire for a tranquil and productive life, for a good and safe future for their children. To turn away from the imposition of power and domination of one nation over another.    The amazing power of their minds used to create, not weapons of death, but life enhancing inventions and philosophies. To make irrelevant all thoughts and attempts of repression and suppression. To turn, turn, turn, to the notes of synchronicity and melodic harmony and accept its message and pathway to a world which will reach the highest goals of mankind. Those who try to push forward Evil and Hostility will find no one providing a home for them, no place open for a toxic entity to exist.  

There is indeed a time and place for everything under the sun. There is even a time when unpleasantness arises, when there might be a necessity of war. Yes, but none of the frequency of today and of the past and its gigantic rounds of bloodletting. Will there be illness, death? Yes, but one would hope that we live through the fullness of time and die peacefully, a natural part of life on this side of the universe.  

Is this a pipe dream? Perhaps. Probably. At this point in time, I cannot see humanity dropping their weapons voluntarily and picking up a test tube instead. A time when we actually understand each other, try hard to make that remain true, a fact of life. A time when we know that the people of this earth are different but yet the same. We must build upon both, similarities and differences, to make a better more vibrant world for all. Without disparagement. Without a wild Hate, for there is no justification for hate. It is baseless and conspires to ruin anything at all that it touches.  

Why is it that when we are young, our eyes fresh and clear, our minds uncluttered by the ugliness of that adult world awaiting us, that we can see and think and plan our way through to a world whose air is clear, whose inhabitants are not decimated in frequent bloodlettings or poisoned by the toxins they produce. Mental, emotional and physical strengths are positive and forward thinking. Is it a reality, after we have lived through all of our experiences, positive and negative, when we hit those golden, albeit rusty years, that one can look backwards and forwards at the same time and understand what life has actually taught us. 

There are those among us who remain in that world which has spewed forth the wrong thoughts, the most incredibly wrong philosophies of life, anathema and abominations which should never see the light of say, or rather the darkness of night as it covers the sun. However, there are those among us who can see the sun behind the clouds. How many remain in existence, is anybody out there listening, receptive and continues to hang on to the idealism of youth? I think the audience is sparse and   receptive minds even sparser.  

I myself find that I am ping ponging between a despair of the world ever understanding what it has birthed and a hope that refreshes, that enables one to continue, to persevere and dare to hope that possibly, one day, maybe, we will understand each other and the necessity for cordial relations and proper sharing of this beautiful world and its resources, which up until now we have certainly neither respected nor valued as it should have been, as it can be, if we wake up SOON! Like NOW!

Are there so few people upon this planet who understand what we have done and the immediacy of the application measures which will reverse the deterioration of both the population and the planet itself. One must take care of the other. We must take care of each other We must understand our people- hood together. Give up ancient hatreds which have no basis for existence and embrace the idea, its validation and the applications necessitated if we are to indeed generate, regenerate, a united world living in some form of democracy appropriate for such a time. Strong enough, vigorous enough to repel any invaders and any who dare to try to enter and impose the sickness of their perverted misanthropic thoughts upon us. 

I guess I tend to be more of a bent towards darker thoughts of humanity not doing its best, of people continuing to beat on each other, literally and figuratively.  Still, I do remain with at least   some of my idealism of youth remaining intact within me. Even senior citizens can dare to hope and add their efforts to the campaign for a better humanity.

But I am also a realist The hatred of many against me and my people is so thick in the air, it is as if evil is a solid entity blocking all pathways forward. Can such rabid hate be overcome? One hell of a tough job. At this point in time, I do not have it within me to make that particular effort, at least to a degree where I might make some palpable difference.  Maybe somewhere among the readers of my postings is a one or two who read and take my words to their hearts and souls, put their brains on active,  and perhaps, they might be the ones to spark that infinite turn, turn, turn motion until we reach the synchronicity so desperately needed.

Maybe.

Then at least my yesterdays, and my todays will lead into better tomorrows for all.

One can hope.

One can pray.

One must do one's best.

All of us.