Our Individual Power Struggles

Today the world was a beautiful place and the new age of feeling was in the very air she breathed.  As the sun glowed on her face she felt it’s warmth tingle her entire body.  Her inner child had been left at the school today and her Self was allowing her to be beautiful.  The mindlessness of her meditation session had left her feeling connected with the world today, with a particular power to persevere with protest.  The gateway was begining to unlock and she could sense the hardwork of minority groups paying off.  The power struggle would pay off and become egalitarian, individuals needed to keep pushing, fighting for what is right, it was only a matter of time. 

 

The first five years of a child’s life are the most important, her first ever memory taking tea in a lady like way, with a cup and saucer, bone china of course, in the depths of South East London.  She was a South East London Princess who had been lucky enough to grow with parents who had a social and moral conscious, both members of the Labour Party.  It made her sad to know that her father who was a union man and local councellor had lost faith in British Politics, his interest now lay with muslim fundamentalism.  He had been an affluent man with several properties in South East London, and one abroad.  He now had little to show for his hard working life and she wondered who had stolen all his money.  He had spent a life time working hard, paying his taxes and she doubted the support he would get from the state should he need it.  He never listened so she would not advise, just continue to love her self and her family for the beautiful life she had been given.  We are a long time dead, life is just too short.

~ by girligorgeous on June 12, 2009.