At "Cynicism's Cliff": looking down, back and out.

[Just Me]

I stand at the edge of "Cynicism's Cliff". Despite speaking and writing and opposing and working,...

,...I find myself, here, mostly beyond my control, at "Cynicism's Cliff". I thought walking away from a career in the legal profession would, somehow, divert me and my life away from the path towards that cliff,...back when I saw "the rule of law" was manipulated by power, prestige, emotion, money and walked away.

Nevertheless, here I stand on that cliff, heavily planted and looking around me.

I am look down from this edge and see every destruction human beings recently have/are imposing upon themselves. I see all those who most recently deceased in body and sold their souls for centristic power. I see them still screaming, eternally, off that cliff: I see their bellies and the palms of their hands and the bottoms of their feet, soiled, clinging to the mist at the top of the cliff. Weirdly, they're still at the top as they managed on earth,...except screaming endlessly atop the bottom of a cliff. Imagine that. It is what I see, standing on this edge.

I look behind me and see masses with streams running through them,...to this awful cliff's edge,...running right over it. It's rather horrifying, in a way, watching streams of people actually plummeting over "Cynicism's Cliff". I cry for them because, I sincerely believe they would never do such a thing, if they had some inkling of fact or truth. Thankfully, those particular streams are narrowing and I don't see the bellies/palms/souls of their beings exposed much.

Meanwhile, the rest of the masses are scattered with groupings here and there, no real central station for any of them; by choice for many because "trust" is so rare, as well as loyalty. Unfortunately, the absence of trust and/or loyalty tends to trinkle towards the smaller streams that lead to "Cynicism's Cliff". *sigh* Whether by painfully experiencing existential failure, desperation, isolation or exhaustion or resignation, I watch a number of the masses approach and jump off that cliff. My mourning is heavy for them because they lived through their souls only to be beaten on this earth. You know of whom I speak.

Then, there are those who peaked over the edge, looked back and out, had the Grace to pull themselves and humanity towards a vision,...and then, were pulled by those either hanging down at cliff's edge or those, the powerful-mongers, pushing human beings over it. You know of whom I speak. They were the strongest among us and felt secure, even righteous, in saying, "NO. No more!!!" and impacted the whole of humanity,...humanity as a whole,...one race,...the human kind. No worries, though, because they were pulled out of the cliff by their own Grace and I see them laughing, joyful and tugging at our shoulders and chests and hearts begging to accept the Grace always available to each and every one of us. They Love us. That's what I see.

At "Cynicism's Cliff", I look beyond, what is and has been. I look out and see,...someone waiving at me from another cliff. I waive back, smile and indicate my intention to meet.

Now, I task walking, climbing, scaling, learning, and finally meeting and embracing that "someone" on another cliff. I'll see ya' when I get there and hug you like you are the last human being on earth, peace in front of fist, always.

Light & Peace,
--Leslee

(GAWD, I SUCK AT PROOFING MY OWN WRITING,...GRRRRR!)