Healing The Downtrodden Children of the World
How to help a hurting, wounded, war torn world.
“For when you give unto the least of these little ones, you shall have given it unto me.”
Her hand was shaking. She stood, cold and nearly motionless in her dirty pink sweatshirt. Her hoody was pulled tight around her face. Her lips were blue with the cold and what little of her skin was showing, was pale as her body shunted her blood supply to her core.
“Can I help you?” The man asked gently. The little girl nodded, her tiny hand shaking uncontrollably. “Are you cold?” Asked the man. Her big brown eyes and chunky little cheeks stood out from her face. Her cheeks, nose, and forehead were mottled with dirt.
She blinked her big beautiful brown eyes, and said with a cold stuttered shiver, “Yes I’m very cold.” She had a big scratch and bruise on her forehead, and another large scratch with dried blood under her right eye. A residue of mucus and blood dripped from her cute little nose from standing for so long in the dry frigid air.
“What can I get for you right now?” The man looked intently into her big beautiful eyes that searched his, for hope.
She was so cold she struggled for a moment to speak, then the words began to flow with some effort causing her head to convulse slightly from the cold. “I would like some wood for a fire, chicken and biscuits to eat, and more clothes.” She said. The flow of words from her mouth ceased, and she looked nearly exhausted from the effort.
The man reached out and gently touched her dirty quivering hand with his large warm gentle masculine touch. Her ruddy black and brown hair jutted messily out from her pink hoody shrouding her cold, dirty scratched face. Her eyes, the windows into her soul, were as cold with emotion, as her body was from the frigid air in which she stood.
“Of course, I’ll get that for you right now.” He said with a gentle smile. He withdrew his warm hand from her tiny cold shivering one, and turned towards his truck filled with supplies. As he stood, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
How many other children have battled the elements alone, nearly naked, hungry and afraid of what may come tomorrow? How many people reach out to them in their time of need — before it’s too late? Ancients texts say that the cries and suffering from the lips of children such as these, fly to the heavens and bring tears to the eyes of the gods. Why don’t they bring more tears to the eyes of men?
Yet men point their hands to the gods who stand by and watch all this suffering and blame them for the pain inflicted on young ones such as this little girl. Man chooses to forget — when it serves him that is — that he has freewill. Man can help his fellow man. Does he choose to? Not always. Sadly, the ancient text still rings true that says that man constantly plunders his fellow man, to increase for himself, not caring for those around him.
Man continues to ravage his own species in a power hungry struggle for survival of the fittest. Where is positive masculinity these days? Negative masculinity creates environments where peaceable people become cannon fodder, and their little ones — like this little girl — are left in the wake of destruction. They are left to struggle for their own survival, with hardly means to make it through a cold night on the streets, their bellies crying out for a small piece of bread to sustain them.
Have we grown so cold, and so emotionless as a culture that all we are concerned about is the next ball game on TV, the restaurant we will eat at over the weekend with our hot date, or the newest smart phone to stick in our pocket to dull our minds continually with when it suits us? We are to blame for some of the pain of this little girl. We have lost our way, trapped in cycles of negative masculinity and femininity that plague us all to an extent. We are all guilty. The gods standby because freewill lends us the ability to change our actions for the better — and we must choose this willingly. We must change our actions toward one another and through these changed actions, circumstances like this poor child succumbed to, will lessen in our world.
The words of Rihanna’s song ‘Lift Me Up’ ring in my mind right now,
Lift me up, Hold me down.
Keep me close, safe and sound.
Drowning in an endless sea,
Take some time and stay with me
Keep me in the strength of your arms.
Keep me safe, safe and sound
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me safe
We need light we need love
We are here as light workers, star seeds, earth angels — or whatever you prefer to be called — because the gods saw that man would continue toward low vibrational frequency, self-deprecating darkness of the mind. The gods have graciously allowed us to infiltrate this world in human form, to raise the frequency of humanity. We must help them become humane, one unto another. We are here for this purpose. To put a stop and an end to this injustice — not with force — with a far sharper tool — love.
Love is like the knife of surgeon, small, sharp, and careful. It does not move quickly and rashly. For the one under the knife would become scarred, or worse bleed out without hope of positive change and newness of life. The great teacher Jesus once said, “…Remove the log from your own eye so that you may clearly see to remove the spec in your brothers eye. For how can you see clearly to remove your brothers spec when there is a log protruding from your own eye?”
Love must be strategic. It must be slow, methodical, calculating, mindful. One must first go within and heal themselves before going without to heal others. For when we are not healed within, and we try to heal others our surgeon scalpel becomes a warrior’s sword, and we hack and slash those around us causing them to lash out and do the same. Those left in the wake, are ones such as this little girl. Can you feel her pain? Her loneliness? Her cold?
Heal yourself and become whole. The age old saying “Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself…” holds true in this universal healing of the world. You would never take a giant sword and hack at the parts of yourself you knew needed change and growth, would you? No. You would take the sharpest, smallest scalpel, set yourself in front of a mirror, bandages in hand, iodine, and whatever else was necessary. You would carefully perform your own surgery, knowing that you would be feeling each cut of the knife you placed on yourself. You would do whatever it took to be as gentle as possible. Why? Because you don’t want to hurt yourself. Because to some extent you love yourself.
Love is the healing frequency of the entire universe. This little girl needs love, and this man gave it to her, and she received it willingly. She could not do for herself what he did for her. She was in a helpless estate. She received a glimmer of hope, a dawning of something better than what is and what was. As light workers we are keenly aware of the helpless estate of all people in the world — and of our own helplessness at times and to varying extents.
The gentleness and love that you show to yourself when you go within, meditate and self heal, the rest of mankind needs to receive as well. Not everyone can heal themselves. Many people are subjected to deep wounds from others that they had no hand in creating. The negative masculinity and negative femininity that has brought us into this estate must be healed. It must be altered. All humanity needs to be lovingly cared for. They need to be cleansed and healed from within so that they may be truly whole. They may lash out and scream from the pain of the wound. We must all be prepared for this. What does a doctor do before surgery? He goes over everything explaining it in detail to the patient to ease their fears, and to open the mind of their understanding. The patient needs this to heal — They need to have removed that which causes them pain, causing them to lash out to others, continuing the cycle.
As light workers our job of raising the consciousness of the world, we do in many ways. This is like a doctor gently explaining what a surgery will entail. It is completely different from the surgery itself and yet so incredibly needed. Our love towards humanity needs to be similar to a doctor’s perspective much higher, deeper understanding, and lovingly gently given so that the real surgery can be completed as needed. We light workers have a duplicit job. To heal ourselves and send that positivity into the world. This healing of ourselves raising the vibrations of the whole world, and slowly over time penetrates the average person just as a doctors words about the surgery to come, slowly penetrates the mind. When each person is ready for the inner healing they will need, they will come willingly.
The more we love, the more other people will begin to heal. The more that we heal, the less they are able to wreak havoc on humanity. When havoc is wreaked it causes everone to look out for only their own interests. We must rise above our own interests, seek to heal ourselves and as we process our own healing, seek to reach out to heal the hearts of ones such as this little girl.
I would like to thank the ministries and organizations that go around bring light and love to the next generation of young souls such as this one who need it so much.
Let your light so shine forth so that when others see it they may be amazed, and through you, experience change — the change we all want to see in the world.
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-J.C. Miller
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