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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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