Quotes On Universal And Diet Nonviolence

First Do No Harm



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Ramses II

Trudging in the mud,

taking the lashings,

a collective effort 

these huge stones,


Sweat pouring 

down our bodies,

we dare not fall

out of line.


To displease the master

is to die, a tight schedule

to finish his palace;

we will work day and night


With little or nothing to bring

home to our families, but the pain

in our eyes; stale bread, we will starve

like rabbits


Waking up again; another long day,

such is the life of a slave,

always fearing what will happen

but never able to conquer them.


Only Pharaoh has

and with that seed of doubt planted,

our faith in god slowly withers away

like our lives.


Cataracts begin to form from constantly looking

up at the sky:

any sign to help our resolve

but not even a mirage.


On earth it is pharaoh who has made himself god,

in his image, our lives have been molded,

to serve at his every bidding and whim,

until the very day we die.


There is no deliverance for the israelites,

as long as we are ok with continuing being slaves,

until then the land of milk and honey

will be so very far away; And god will never answer any of our prayers.










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i thought we had it all


you and me


thought that we could live


on love and a prayer


against all odds


a kind of evolutionary oddity




but love shall not live by


two by two


but by (un)holy trinity


for new blood


ensures genetic




lo, even in Eden


there were birds and there were bees...


for what the father without the hovering spirit


to move across the restless sea


and what old Dionysus


without the graces three...


faith, hope and Charity


spirit, soul and body




there were others then


outside the garden


those with eyes to see


the mark of Cain


the children of Seth's wisdom


and their bane


yea God in His wisdom foreordained


mighty Uriel of the flaming sword


to secure the secret


lest the nephilim partake


of that Other tree




yet even holy Noah's deluge


could not defeat the sacred purpose


for it was foreseen


that man should not live


by bred alone


but by word


turned sacrament


yea by spirit


clad in farse and blood ...




the time has come


to force the gates of Eden


to embrace the greater family tree




the serpent She spoke


hide the flame of


Eden in your hearts


ah my love – tis folly


the final idolatry


did you not know


two must needs give way


to three


yea four-fold vision


ere the sun


melt into the sea




now bare with me


second Eve


thy soft flesh




the primal one


conceive the darkness


from whence


the light doth come


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How to read The Bible

How to read The Bible

By JFarrell


It’s always struck me

No-one reads the Bible properly

Everyone reads

With preconceived ideas


Inspired by god, maybe

But written by men

For the benefit of men

For the control of men and women


And nowhere

Does it say what Jesus said

And nowhere

Does it say what Jesus did


It tells

What others say Jesus said and did

And in any court

That is called “here-say”


So, dear believer

Next time you read the Bible

Please try reading it with an open mind;

Maybe, god will speak back.


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reading is good

"The Lord is Your Shepherd, You Shall Not Want. Stop, Enjoy"

by Jeph Johnson (inspired by an anonymous meme and a line from an even less important book)

You are not yet hungry. You need not want.


Stop, enjoy.


But when we were hungry, you fed us lies and stole away our food benefits.


When we were thirsty, you gave us overflowing founts of poisoned water.


When we were sick, you canceled our health insurance and sequestered the focus of our doctors to vanity.


When we were in prison, you kept us enslaved without hope of rehabilitation, to for-profit corporate greed.


When we were strangers with a different color of skin you laughed at our expense, deported us or simply shot us when we protested your intolerance.


When we were lonely you took away our social programs, furthering your agenda of isolation.


Not all of us want to live in a tower locked away from the rest of the world.


But you...

Stop, enjoy.


From our elders you took away meals, medicine and social security.


From our workers, you took away legal protections, bargaining rights and refused to offer living wages.


When we went forth and multiplied, you took away funding for educating our future.


Stop, enjoy.


When we were bored you entertained us with strategically manipulative propaganda disguised as reality.


We asked for diversity, you promoted intolerance.


We hoped for caring, you encouraged isolationism.


We begged for equity, you squandered our resources on corporate and military excess.


We just wanted to breath, so you removed the filters from the smokestacks and coughed out more smog.


Those of us with physical and developmental challenges you mocked and ridiculed as fat and retarded.


While those of us with mental illness wander the streets cursing the world, building makeshift beds with cardboard boxes, wrapping our fragile bodies in shrouds of bubble wrap in downtown doorways.


Those who trample are responsible for the downtrodden.

Your health and wealth is at our ill expense.


Stop, enjoy.


When we were naked, you raped us, then blamed us because we were provocatively undressed.


Victimized, rather than offering refuge, we became your refuse; no shelter or hope for protection.


"Go back to him,"
you promised,
"He'll change."


After you systematically destroy us individually using each of these calculated methods, no beauty will be left in the world.


Stop, enjoy.


When gluttons engorge on an entire generation without hope of regeneration, those who you consume perish and only excrement remains.


Are you hungry yet?

Stop, enjoy.

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I tried to change

I tried to gain your approval

Tried to bring back the smile you had when we first met

and the fire that kept us alive for hours in dark heavens

I tried to turn back time and find my purity

Bowed down and prayed to the Divine

Burned my Nietzsche books

and turned to your Ignatian rules

Climbed the thousand steps of El Salvador

on my knees

Lit two candles in San Pedro Church

and prayed

Abstained myself from Rand and Marx

Silenced the waves of the seas

inside my soul,

the loud beating of my dying heart,

the whispers of the cold wind

Dressed black on Friday nights

Slapped my cheeks with verses

of my sins

Recited the rites of holiness 

to conjure your love

Dried up my eyes from hellish cries...

I swallowed you

Your blood, flesh, and tears

Like a sacrament, I welcomed it all —

even the dark clouds that moved 

around you

Didn't I hear the heavens and saw

the angels in you?

Still, my demons are here to stay and say,

Why am I still not enough for you?

How can be enough for you?


People call me an atheist.

Even have the audacity to call me a "heathen".

So be it. 


When we love someone

in the midst of being separated from them forever,

for whatever reason---


difference of opinion,

personal preferences,





We feel the impact of love,

on us,

to its most powerful extreme.

It would "seem" natural....


that we would be able to know

from that alone,

that love is the most powerful force

on the face of the Earth

as far as motivating






and trust it....

"go with the flow".


The greater the pain is,

the more intensely we feel the love,




that does not seem to be the case in all instances.


Separation often brings resentment,  


regression into destructive coping mechanisms,


more distance,

and instead of love growing,

it disappears completely,

as people cling to belief systems

that place man made moralistic laws and priorities

before it. 


 In the bible it says,

(for my bible friends)

"thou shalt place no false gods before me".  

Just sayin.

Translate it how it makes sense to you.


There is no superior morality,

and there is no particular type of


or religion






There is just love.


Take it, or leave it. 

It is what it is.


©June 2016

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The holy babble.

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Conscious Mind

Guilty Conscious eating at you? Don't let it. Guilt is a good thing, it was designed so as to make us ever aware of our shortcomings and/or faults. Once you have acknowledged your sin and asked for forgiveness, you are forgiven... so let it go. Some people allow Satan to use that sin against them by turning guilt into condemnation. Do not give Satan the pleasure of torturing you, once again... once you acknowledge that sin that gave you a guilty conscience and ask for forgiveness, you are forgiven... Read this poem!

Conscious Mind

Fear not a conscience that brings forth guilt
For upon that conscience is salvation built
Guilt is merely acknowledgment of a life of sin
Guilt brings out the monster hiding within

Put not this guilt, or its pain aside
Confront and acknowledge those sins that do hide
For guilt brings repentance and a life anew
Confessing those sins will open a door for you

To ignore this guilt would be a mistake
So confront that guilt for heaven's sake
If your pride makes you put it away
It will be back to haunt you another day

All men sin and fall short of the glory of God
But woe unto him that gives guilt not even a nod
Go up to an alter and pour out your heart
Give God that guilt and in heaven take part

By: Wayne Hoss

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St. Jerome

St. Jerome in the Wilderness

Master, Master come to me,

                                                                                            Savior, Savior hear my plea.           


O Lord I understand my punishment.

I will not flee this banishment.

Until a time that you are done,

For you alone art the holy one.


Through temptation I have stayed,

Loyal in your gaze and unafraid.

I bear my cross as you bore yours,

Even with the window outdoors.


I use this quill to help you Lord,

As I hear the echo of a far off chord.

I praise your name to the land,

And rejoice when I hear the voices of the sand.


Amen, Amen I say to thee,


Amen, Amen please set me free.

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