The Sanctity of Life

The abortion issue would make more sense if it was about the sanctity of life. But it is obviously not. If those who cared so much about the life of a fetus only cared so much about the quality of life for others in their circumstances then their hardcore stance would be more understandable.
But the sanctity of life for a potential baby is not more valid than the lives of people displaced from everything they hold dear only to be treated like prisoners in holding camps as they migrate to freedom.
The sanctity of life for a fetus is not more precious than those who are terrified of being deported because they don’t have the right documentation to prove they belong in one swatch of land over another.
The sanctity of life for a baby is not more precious than the millions of people living in poverty, hunger, or squalor without a means to pull themselves out of the conditions that they have been born to.
God does not love white babies born of lucrative status more than he loves babies of color, or of those born in various means of disadvantage.
The sanctity of life for an unborn fetus does not carry more credo with God than the millions of people who are thrown into the hellish situation of prison, only to be forgotten about as they are intermingled with true deviants of society.
The sanctity of Life for an unborn fetus is not more precious than the sanctity of life for the increasing number of gun violence victims. Also, for good measure, the sanctity of life for a proud gun owner is also not more valid than the victims of gun violence; that this relaxed privilege produces as a by-product.
The sanctity of life for a Christian is not more precious to God than the sanctity of life for the Muslim or even the Atheist.
God does not quantify people by the church they attend. Man does that.
God does not put more value on a male life than a female life. This is what MEN do.
In fact, the male dominance and ego-driven displays of power are the reason for most injustices in the world. That is not the work of GOD that is the work of man. If the issue was truly about the sanctity of life, then those who vehemently oppose it, would also have compassion for those knocking at their borders, those being destroyed by systemic violence and poverty, those who are rotting away in prisons or those who are devalued and persecuted because of their sexual orientation.
Those of us who are capable to discern, are nauseated by the hypocrisy of focusing all one’s concern on one demographic and dismissing the rest. The incongruency in the levels of concern would be laughable if it wasn’t so insulting to so many in society. It wouldn’t matter so much if it wasn’t harboring such a level of inconsistency in the value that we put on human life.
I do not think in terms as a liberal or a conservative. That is a label that factions put on others to negate their point of view. That is a tactic that power uses to control the temperature of a society. Once you label someone something that you find distasteful, then their point of view is rendered invalid. It doesn’t matter if the label is liberal, gay, criminal, “nuts’, illegal alien, minority, deviant, Muslim or radical. Radical is a great word to use these days to dismiss the views of others. But to do so, dilutes its effectiveness in conveying the severity of what true radicals are.
These are all ploys of those who want to corral the masses for easy control. They will pump billions of dollars into political races and pump billions of dollars into an issue to flood the airwaves with their position. Hire pretty shiny people who look like the voice of authority to spout the indignation about a cause until the issue is so blurred and those who in all sincerity can’t discern their own truth, believe it. That is what those who wish to control the masses do.
The truth is, many, many more of us are able to come to truth in our own hearts. We no longer are capable of being force-fed the lies of those in power anymore. We are so saturated with the injustices that have kept the ruling class in power all through history that we are awakening in this lifetime to finally find our voice and say, “ENOUGH! Everyone matters. Not just the Lords of the castle, but Everyone!” That is the stance that many have taken and for that we are minimized by being labeled a liberal or a tree hugger or a hippie. These are all different ways to say, that, your views as an individual, don’t matter!
Ever since I was a child, I have seen scenarios of my past lives. I was sitting in seventh-grade social studies class when a lifetime of living in an overcrowded ditch in India flooded through to me. I was there yet I was in my class at school. I smelled the smells, heard the sounds and felt the hunger of that suffering self. I was there as well as here. It was not an opinion or drug-induced delusion. It was a memory relived in clarity.
When I was seventeen I awoke from the trauma of being murdered by my husband of the time out of the blue. He came home angry while I was washing dishes. I tried to run away into the barn but he grabbed the ax from the stump outside the house and I felt the blow take me down from behind and I fell. Next thing I knew I was floating over a peaceful river and was out of that scenario. I witnessed my own crossing.
When I was in utero, I have the conscious memory of focusing all my energy on creating my new body. But I was also processing my mothers dread and disdain for being pregnant for the tenth time. There was no love for me. All the time I was trying to gestate, she was working her mind in how to miscarriage, to destroy me. She repeatedly cursed me the night of my birth telling everyone in a drunk stupor that she hated me while refusing to go to the hospital by hanging onto the door frame to prevent them from taking her.
To this day, I have a flat shelf on the back of the head where I laid up against the headboard of the crib for so long, untouched and un-held that my head grew flat in that position.
I wished I could have been not born to these parents or given to a family that could have loved me. To end a life of suffering before it began would have been the humane thing to do for me. But my father would run to confession every time he pulled out because to waste your seed was a sin in those days. I never had a chance of getting out. Not even with my mother’s strong desire to be rid of me did I have a chance. That was always between us. When she was diagnosed with her final illness many years later, she made peace with me. She took the time as part of her resolve to try and convince me that she did love me. She told me it was not possible to not love your child. So she loved me by default. The words hit a numb wall. They were unfathomable. I only wish that I didn’t need so much convincing. To this day, I don’t believe they stuck.
The craving for love has been so deep and so relentless that it has carved me into the person I am. Some may argue that that is a good thing. But it has also given me the unique vantage point of being a voice for the baby that is forced to be born to a family that hates her and has contempt for her very existence. To this day, no matter what I do, that reality has forged me and perhaps distorted my ability to adapt. It is a devastating reality to force onto the multitudes simply to satiate the morality of those with a louder voice.
The abortion issue is not about morality or even compassion. It is bred out of the controlling factions wanting to keep the numbers high, of people who look, think and worship the way that they prefer. They scare uninformed demographics that their way of life will be destroyed. Since that is a primal fear, it is relatively easy to do. It is a hand played all too often. Those in fear are less apt to think and more apt to react and that is just how those in power want it to be. That is why they buy up airtime to promote their issues in the guise of viable news.
It is very subtle. It is so subtle that those who don’t split apart words so acutely will miss it. I hear a reporter administer her story on a network nightly news show and call the president Mister Obama. It was a very subtle insult to him not to call him by his earned title of respect; President Obama. She did this repeatedly, almost as if she was directed to do so.
Another splitting of hairs that is done is in verbiage to hide an issue in plain sight. They repeatedly spout the many studies that say that inoculations don’t cause autism. I have listened to them say this over and over when families have evidence of the opposite. But people aren’t listening intently enough. It is TRUE that the inoculations of themselves do not cause autism. It is the base serum that they are administered in, that does. Never once have I heard in the news the findings that the base serum doesn’t contain the ingredients to activate autism in a child.
These are the things we have to discern for ourselves. There is no one to trust to deliver a higher truth to us. We have to discern for ourselves by tapping into our higher sense of reason. We will not find it on the news or totally coming out of the mouth of a politician. You won’t even hear pure unadulterated truth coming out of the mouth of many people of God.
But there are only two opposing forces in the world these days; those who want to control man, and those who want to free soul. Before you vest all your heart and soul in a stance, just think about the consequences if you are possibly wrong. Make certain you are using your energies in the way that you intend. It comes down to one question; which do you choose; power or Love.
Once you choose love beyond all the need to control others, then you free up your essence to BE love. You will truly understand the plight of all souls and will no longer desire to infringe upon their sanctity of life, regardless of their outer circumstances.

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