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Inhaling The Doctrine Of Society’s Creed

In this dominion we call life, is it our true perspective to assume our peers are well educated to master such a craft of surrendering, sentiments, politics, well versed in his or her creed to adhere to other’s thoughts in any given subject matter, as he or she magnify their experiences one has succumb too, or does it qualify one to withhold warranted credentials, the mind must reevaluate to once again become the student to relegate his mentality to higher standards to continue, to teach, and then to tutor a better understanding of his true destiny when interacting, unbiased submitting when listening, and a sense of reasoning not to fear what he or she still has to comprehend.    
    
How can you reach, teach, or preach what is known from the experience of the mind by trial and error when the receptive intellects totally shuts down, flouting the dynamic phases the cerebral cortex has to process, and then modify in lament terms for us to converse, for others to understand.    
     
In life, we all have a past, yet we stand in the present, blind faith as we walk upon into the future, and for the fortunate ones who may cross that bridge in time, hopefully, complied in wisdom, and knowledge, whereas there will be no tolls or no mental hindrance of its bearer to lend of lessons taught.    
      
We have crossed over into a new year to nurture beautiful and sound excuses to make our minds more productive, make wiser alternatives to govern selective decisions for the greater evident in the various processes where you see the recompences of your labor, detox our neglected thoughts, invest time to invigorate our humbling Chi, and get in tune with the divine side of ourselves.    
   
I do not fathom the perception why anyone, and I say this with much respect, does not prepare the intellect for the entitlement of conversation, or logical reasoning. The exchange of language or dialect is the most beautiful gift any human being can share with another it is the engagement of admiration, love, esteem, and respect that bridge disparities of misunderstandings, miscommunications, or to prepare torn seams in misfortunates.    
   
I stand amazed of reading some of the interactions noted on here between people unseen, and within that singular moment in time. Taking into consideration you are sharing your intellect, your heartfelt emotions, your poetic language, and the mannerism of your spoken word dialect unto another. If society would adopt those same perceptions as we communicate with people without touch, without sight, this world would be an amazing place to inhabit.    
   
It makes me ask the question, have we all become blinded in our own arrogance, complex vanities of being the servitude of our own demise where we lash out with tongues to despise, discourage instead of mouths to embrace or uplift    
     
In the spirituality of loving oneself, it is given, as well as received, gifts of the heart, mind, body, and the deeper revelations of the soul, we tend to lend daily? The naked exposure of its ugliness comes to light, when such God gifted warranties are relied upon for catastrophic destruction.    
     
The doctrine of true Karma of what we sow, in retrospect, we most likely will come to reap, by deed, by action, or by words. Bringing forth the concept, inner love starts within our sacred temple, the radiance of good seeds that have been sown will always prevail from one generation unto the other, however, at times, and I vaguely, state that, the concept, the sins of the father will be visited among the children is real in it biblical sense of the imagination.      
     
The numinous caretaker of the aura, in its purest element form is the Holy Grail of our inner realm; the mouth we speak, the voice of reason, the eyes, we look upon in wonderous or damnation, the ears, such harmonic sounds of adherence to learn, hear, only to discuss the complexities we surrender unto.      
     
It is best to appreciate breaths you breathe as an once ER Trauma/Critical Care Nurse, Level III, in my profession I’ve witnessed my share of the young, elderly, take final breaths of earthly life and I’ve always contemplated was it fate, was it their destiny, which has taken its course, or is it simply God’s plan, and if so, then who was I to question with my whys.    
   
Therefore, learn what your purpose in life is we all are here, and we all have one we are unique in our own individual way… it is up to us to leave humanity better off then how we found it... are you doing your part to make this happen…    
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2022
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Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

George Bernard Shaw
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