O que alimenta o ódio, a vingança, a perseguição e o assassino, é o medo.
De que maneira??
Refletindo sobre todas as coisas que ja' fiz num "momento de raiva", de tudo que fiz para evitar "o que não gosto", de todas as batalhas que enfrentei, de todas as causas que defendi, todas as pessoas que desprezei no mundo, cada reação de defesa, todo sentimento de inutilidade, inseguranca, injustiça e aparente falta, qualquer sintoma de doença, relacionamentos de dor, situações de humilhação e tudo de que me vinguei, originou-se no medo.
Eu as disse porque tinha medo que se não as dissesse estaria contribuindo para que "o outro" continuasse a machucar-me com palavras que doiam tanto, e porque eu tinha medo que o outro não soubesse que eu sou tão capaz de maxucar quanto ele/ela. Eu evitei o que não gosto com medo que eu fosse confundida como sendo parte do que não gosto ou que eu acrescentasse ao que não gosto pensando que assim eu minimizaria a sua existência. Eu enfrentei batalhas com medo que "outros" tivessem que enfrentá-las e sofrer com elas. Eu defendi causas em que acreditei como medo que tudo o que eu acredito ser digno deixasse de existir.. Eu desprezei pessoas no mundo com medo que essas me corrompessem, me tentassem, me enfraquecessem, me torturassem e me destruissem... Defendi-me de tudo que me "atacou" com medo de que eu fosse vencida. Eu ignorei, senti-me insegura e senti falta com medo de estar sozinha. Eu fiquei doente porque tinha medo da morte. Eu me humilhei com medo de não saber amar. E me vinguei com medo do mundo que criei...
Com Amor,Dja
What feeds hate, revenge, persecution and murder, is fear.
In what way?
Reflecting on all the things I've said in a "moment of anger", everything I did to avoid "what I do not like", the battles I fought, all causes I defended, all the people I despised in this world, every reaction of defense, every feeling of worthlessness, insecurity, injustice and seeming lack, any symptoms of illness I had, relationships of pain and humiliation, and everything I avenged, originated in fear.
I said the things I said because I was afraid that if I didn't I would be contributing to "others" continuance of using words that hurt me so much, and because I was afraid that those "others" wouldn't know I'm just as capable of causing pain. I avoided what I dislike because I was afraid that if I didn't I would be included as being a part of it or that I would somehow add to it, never minimizing it's existence. I fought battles so afraid that if I didn't "others" would have to face them and suffer with them. I embraced causes fearing that if I didn't all that I believe to be worthy would just cease to exist. I despised people in the world afraid that these people could corrupt me, tempt me, weaken me, torture me and destroy me ... I defended myself from everything that "attacked" me fearing that I could be conquered. I ignored, I was insecure and felt a lack, afraid that I was alone. I got sick because I was afraid of death. I humiliated myself in fear that I wouldn't know how to love. And I was vindictive because I was afraid of the world that I created ...
Love, In what way?
Reflecting on all the things I've said in a "moment of anger", everything I did to avoid "what I do not like", the battles I fought, all causes I defended, all the people I despised in this world, every reaction of defense, every feeling of worthlessness, insecurity, injustice and seeming lack, any symptoms of illness I had, relationships of pain and humiliation, and everything I avenged, originated in fear.
I said the things I said because I was afraid that if I didn't I would be contributing to "others" continuance of using words that hurt me so much, and because I was afraid that those "others" wouldn't know I'm just as capable of causing pain. I avoided what I dislike because I was afraid that if I didn't I would be included as being a part of it or that I would somehow add to it, never minimizing it's existence. I fought battles so afraid that if I didn't "others" would have to face them and suffer with them. I embraced causes fearing that if I didn't all that I believe to be worthy would just cease to exist. I despised people in the world afraid that these people could corrupt me, tempt me, weaken me, torture me and destroy me ... I defended myself from everything that "attacked" me fearing that I could be conquered. I ignored, I was insecure and felt a lack, afraid that I was alone. I got sick because I was afraid of death. I humiliated myself in fear that I wouldn't know how to love. And I was vindictive because I was afraid of the world that I created ...
Dja
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