It's almost 4 am

[joegoda]

I did not write tonight. I treated myself to a movie. V for Vendetta. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible poetry. There, in some parts of the movie, incredible truth. It was a movie that made me wish I had written it, because the complex simplicity of the story touched a part of me that I cannot express here. There are no words.

It is not for every one. There is emotive violence in some that will make some weep. There is, in the last 20 minutes, but lasting for a very short time, true violence that, while not gory, as in the ever popular and moronic slasher type, or pornographic in the sense of the Hellraiser type, may cause some to avert their eyes.

But the story is simple, and though this is not the premise of the story, it prompted this from me. No matter how much we may want the world to be a nice place, full of wonderfully understanding and loving people that live together in harmony, people that "Just get along", there are snakes.

Snakes that come in pretty packages and tell us that they are doing what they are doing for their or our own protection or good. Snakes that hide behind the screen of sanctity and claim piety while working toward their own gains without regard for the lives they may be harming through their own actions.

I applaud those that work toward the goal of understanding and love and harmony. It is they that keep me filled with hope that someday their dream of this world will become the true one; I see it happening, but slowly. They know who they are, and they know that I love and appreciate them, delicate and gentle flowers that they are.

I despise those that work toward their own goals of self-serving and self-protection, stepping on and standing upon the bodies of those that called them friend and lover. I have no time for these people. They darken and shrivel the very lives of those that come to see them as they are, and they suck the life from those that do not yet know them behind their masks.

I have known both. I have been in the company of both. I had, at one point in my life, been given the choice to go either way. The path I chose is either obvious or not. I know which one I chose, as do my closest friends.

Those that I love, know that I love them with all the depth of my being. Those that I despise... well, the Universe has a way about it. Balance will always be done.

To find the mask, and to see the face behind the mask, look for fear. Fear is the common trait to all two legged snakes. Fear of discovery, and the forked tongue will always protest too much. Let those who have ears hear it.

The FrankenClock just chimed 4 am. The wind is blowing, and a new day, my friends, is coming.

Comments

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I firmly believe growing up in farm country creates a certain ethical and nature based respect for the world in general. Not that it didn't create it's own monsters, just that they were nothing compared to the monsters we now have.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yep, I agree with that about growing up in the country and I'd biasedly (is that a word) extend that to most of Iowa. I grew up in a small college and farming town in southern Iowa; best possible climate for me to learn conscience and principles and community and independence of thought. They're a different sort of breed there which I redescovered when I went and did the Iowa State Fair. But that's getting so off the point.

I need to go see this movie. I need read the rest of this story. *sigh* But right now I gotta get this sewing done and stick to business. I'll make up for it later in fun when the sewing is done!

*hugs*

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Hugs back to you, M'lady. Know that I respect you as I respect few other women. Much as I love and appreciate you, I sometimes feel your kindness and generosity of spirit may on occasion lead you to dance with snakes. Please be careful and please weigh all sides of any questionable story, as not all signs of defense are defensible, and not all that appears cute and innocent is.

I do apologize, but I did accept the new position, which does include a raise. I asked about the weekends, and though I may be able to vacation ONE of the days, Saturday had only a four hour window that is available to access through vacation. I do not believe I could do justice as a Part Time Dr. Dee. I could be wrong, though.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

I understand, dear, even though it does make me sad. It's ok...there'll be other years for this. If you wanna come visit that would be very cool indeed. I'm happy for your new position and raise, and I understand; sometimes you just gotta do what is right for the realities of life.

And as for the snakes, I'm not afraid of them; they really can't harm me. Sometimes I do plunge in where I should perhaps not go but I'd far rather take the high road, hold up the light and believe the good about people rather than be skeptical. I have found many, many times that by expecting people to act in their higher good and believing they will, that they do. That is my purpose as light-bearer.

Yes, it is a conscious choice and yes, my eyes are wide open. It's ok....I'd do it again. Those particular vipers can't hurt me one bit. Truly.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

You are, without a doubt, a Queen in every sense of the word. You remain untouched by the drama because you are the Queen, and untouchable you are. Even the snakes tread politely around you.

I, on the other hand, am whatever I may be. I've been told I have a heightened sense of justice. I've also been told I'm not too nice a guy.

I'm hoping to at least come up there to see the place. I think I've been lost in that area, and it's quite lovely. There are other years, tis true. Give me one more and I'll be published and I can travel as I wish, just me and my writing stuff.

You are, as always, my Queen. There is little I would not do for you, if you simply command me. You are correct though. The realities of life sometime hamper my desire to please. I am grateful that you are understanding and loving.

Give my Best to the Bruce. I will miss the two of you.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

There are times, my very dear, that "not too nice" is precisely what is called for, and as always justice must be tembered with mercy. I'm certainly not goodness personified (gods, how boring that would be!) but once it finally dawned on me (get the pun?) that being a light-bearer was my job, it certainly clarified some things for me (oh, I'm SO punny today!)

It's all good, dear....and yes, I really think that the three of you should wander up in that direction. It is really lovely and a good place to get lost! There's no hurry, I have the feeling this faire and this place will be growing for a long time to come.

*hugs*