Unconditional Love and Pure Acceptance

The following story is a true account and you may draw your own conclusions. During March 2017, I was notified through my domestic assistant that in a township there was a white lady that was homeless and an ANC member of Parliament was asking the white community to please give this lady accommodation. Lara moved into our home at the end of March 2017. A frightened bird with damaged wings and a mind too toxic for humanity. The agreement was that R1000.00 South African rands would be exchange for full board, three meals a day, her laundry done and bedding provided. The first two months I received our rent on time. Then came the story that her money had run out. Please keep in mind she had just sold her car for R19 000.00 and there is still an outstanding amount of R3000.00 which the buyer refuses to pay. No money, no home, no family! Lara stayed on and though we had discussed that certain chores would be done and they were for approx. two weeks, then Lara regressed into a pattern of

Now let's just say it went something like this: Adam was the first to be taken, just another ordinary day, we were fishing while the women were swimming. Just another day, one minute Adam stood scratching his head when the next, he was gone. We froze and stood staring at the spot where he once had stood.  Gone. There was nothing but space, empty space, we ran towards each other and as we gathered in the center, terror broke out among us. Where had he gone? I was the next to vanish, as my people will tell me, but for me, there was a moment of awareness which dims and ebbs away as I move through a brief tunnel of darkness, then there is only bright white light, love, and overwhelming peace. I AM One with every sense, feeling, there is a deep sense of agreement, acknowledgement and acceptance. This was surely a place with a name. Paradise, I whispered in amazement and heard for the first time the sound of my voice. Adam and I understood in a most primal way that we belonged togethe

Silent weapons for quiet wars......today in South Africa, President Zuma told Hon. Groenewald in his own words that the farm murders are a military exercise and the Hon. Groenewald could only stand there, he looked astonished and not one South African citizen understood what had taken place between their exchange. The exchange began when the Hon. Petrus Groenewald outlined the horrific circumstances of our farm deaths: *Women being strapped to chairs and having their ankles and knees penetrated by an electric drill  *Hot water *Irons *Genitals of male farmers being cut off, boiled and eaten! and then the country lashes out at farmers for placing suspects in coffins and threatening them? Imagine knowing any one of the above or all could happen at any given time to you or your family and an anger the likes of which we can only guess builds within us. All our farmers are doing is farming! Working their land, building their livestock and fighting incredible odds to keep the lifestyle