|Demo "Credit card" painting for Paint A Canvas|
Financial goals reap financial advice--maybe, certainly not for anyone in the third world, and there are plenty of people in this first world living like they are in the third world. I wonder where the second world is? I guess that is all us poor folks trying to get through the day, week, month and years. We rarely, if ever go on vacation we don't buy fancy bags, clothes or shoes. We don't eat out or go to movies for the most part we do not have fancy stuff. We are the underprivileged that almost no one gives a shit about. Life is still pleasant at times, thank goodness. There are riches to be had for us. Life has a way of finding a way to give us things anyway. For instance, I was given cashmere sweaters from someone who did not want them anymore because moths got at them. I patiently darned all the holes and now I have some of the most warm and soft sweaters. Riches are within. No amount of money or work can buy.
The Good Man Surfaced Out of Lake Ontario to Help Acrylic and Oil on Canvas 12 x 16” $199.99make it true, we hold it true and so it appears true. Like when privileged people repeat that stupid annoying line "I worked really hard" when they are sharing about their vacations, perks, pretty things. Poverty stricken people often work just as hard if not harder and rarely, if ever lay down dollar bills in the club, at the store, at the airport to go to a beach in the winter time. People are not meant to work to prove themselves or to obtain things. There are whole sheaves of folks who do not need to work and they live on the fattest cream.
|Gwendolyn chilling on the table|
This is how the world is meant to be and look where we are instead. More loving humans live in starvation and squalor. More humans are slaves to poverty, disease and the creeps that pass themselves off as humans who have been ruining things for us regular folks forever.
Our society drains us encouraging us to constantly look without, reflect light, you know do the things folks do to look good for someone else. Put on a happy face, be positive, be of service, all the verbiage and undercurrent agendas telling us how to behave instead of letting us know we ought to be absorbing light. We ought to be feeling, using our intuition to guide us. We ought to be processing how we really feel and think about things.
If someone thinks they are positive and by that, they mean they are not negative, what are they really doing? They feel bad, so they tell themselves they do not feel bad. They feel hatred and they tell themselves life is too short to feel hatred. They feel tired and tell themselves it is lazy. They feel self hatred and they blame someone else. They feel guilt and think it is God. Are they doing things they want to do or are they doing things they think they should do? They feel scared and they tell themselves there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Such a crock of shit. There is plenty more to fear than fear. Children being abducted to be sold as sex slaves. The shitty things we do to animals, the list is endless creepzoids who hide their money off shore so they do not pay their share of taxes, while us poverty stricken are working at jobs where the crap and ridiculous minimum wage is not enough to live on. Where people look down on us and treat us like their slaves. The people they tell us they worked hard to get where they are, oblivious to the amount of work these people they treat as below them work. Lack of understanding and compassion. These are things to fear. I am not going to get into a big discussion about fear right now but it most certainly is not the enemy. The enemy is the enemy. We thought we had to love everyone. We thought we had to accept everyone and we most certainly thought we had to let other people tell us what to feel, how to behave and how to squash down our true feelings in the favor of others and this demented society we live in.
Abstract demo for Paint A Canvas
The ground was already down when 7 year old Caplan showed up ready to join in and paint. This is his tape design, he painted his color choices and he decided which way it would hang. He did a marvelous job.
I have a mother I do not have to hide things from. I can, and do tell her pretty much anything and everything I have to say, think or feel. My mother does not agree with everything I say and do.
I do have the good fortune to share my real self with her. My mother responds with things I did not think of in a tone of voice that makes sense. My mother calms me down strongly, like these flowers.