No More Bad News Please

We can be radiators of loving thoughts.
I am not like many people who forget or do not care in the first place. I care and I remember. There is a huge array of horror stories which accumulated in my brain years ago, when I was still watching the news, reading newspapers, watching tragedy movies and reading all sorts of novels. Nowadays I only watch comedies and do not follow the news on TV or in newspapers. I also put down a book, if it frightens or saddens me too much.

The stories from the past are still haunting me. I cannot believe the details I remember from all the stories of child abuse, mafia, incest, sexual slavery, war camps, cannibalism, drug abuse, dying from cancer, homeless people, starvation and so on and on. I simply cannot add any more stories. It hurts too much. The department for horror stories in my brain is full, because almost nothing got deleted over the years. I am aware that bad things are still happening. But the only thing I can do for their prevention is to turn myself into a radiator of loving thoughts through meditation. If everyone did that, there would be no room for abuse.

And yet I feel so powerless sometimes. My meditation and loving communication with people seems like a drop in the ocean. Sometimes I wish I were a policewoman. Maybe I could do more that way. I am too sensitive to be that though. Maybe in my next life.

I wonder why the creator made me so sensitive. It seems as if I am of no use to myself or the planet that way. I often feel I have been born on the wrong planet. Maybe something went wrong with my incarnation. In a world full of lies I worship the truth. In a world full of violence and extortion I worship love and peace. In a world full of cheap popularity I worship true art and beauty. Who am I kidding? The world is a bad place, is it not? Depends on how one looks at it. If one concentrates on the good people on the planet and gives them more weight than the criminals, then the world turns out to be a good place after all. If I forget all the horror stories for a moment and remember all the times people have helped me, the horizon brightens all of a sudden and there is hope shimmering in the distance.

Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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