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A Way Back

I hope one day we can be the people we really are. No more hiding from each other no matter from where we come or even how far. A human being is a human no matter where you look. A human being is real and can't be gotten in the pages of a book. When you were in your mother's womb, there was a voice in there too, giving instructions and telling your body what to hear and do. If not, we could come out with feet as a head, or eyes as a toes in a shoe. We could have become different colors, like green purple or blue. As soon as we come out of our mother's wombs, they slap us on our ass. That's when our voice disappears and hides and becomes the past. That's the time when mommy's and daddy's voices come in. At first, it sounds happy, like your old friend. But they really become your dictators who bring that brings your voice to an end. They teach you their religion and your culture too. They have schools where other people tell you what to do. Sometimes, the voice inside you starts chatting, but the message from the world is voices no longer matter. Finally, the programing of your mind is complete. You learned how to do what you are told, get a job, make money and eat. You have become another piece of human meat. But wait! That voice you heard in your mother's womb will always be there from birth to the tomb. When you close your eyes and listen well, you can hear that voice say 'help' from that darkest Hell. There is a way to get it back, make it louder, make it a fact. Get a chair and sit and wait; it will come back if you learn to meditate. It opens your mind, to the voice of the divine. Edited by rams devi

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