Is forgiveness really possible?

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Forgiveness is one of the world’s greatest mysteries, one that seems to always come with a short answer “just accept and move on”. Hah! Yeah right… seriously? Just accept it and move on? You have to be kidding people!

After hearing that one liner so many times I stopped asking others how they came to forgive another. I started to realize that each of us have our own journeys to live with roads that may intersect at times but overall are lived only by us. No one can tell you how to come to a place where forgiving someone for something they did to you is accomplished.

imageThat said, I have also come to realize that in order for any one of us to reach a place where we genuinely forgive another we have to face the past and the transgression head on. We can skim over it and act like we have forgiven someone but all it does is delay the pain.

I call forgiveness a devil ghost with a multitude of horns for it haunts us, sits on both our shoulders and whispers negativity, it reminds us of the hurt and encourages us to distrust constantly. Forgiveness is a ghost that can haunt our lives right up till the time we join it in a ghostly fashion. No, you can’t just forget nor can you just accept and move on.  If that were the case there would be no vengeful acts or murders, suicides or even estranged relatives.

So how can you come to accept and to forgive?

The long and short of it is that it is ultimately up to you. From my experience it is a lifelong process with many different stages and in turn these stages can often take the form of Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance.  Much like how they work in the 5 Stages of Grief, these 5 amigos swing between each other.

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It’s easy to deny that we are hurt, more often than not it is easier to pretend we weren’t hurt in the first place as a “pay back” against the person who hurt us… I think that deep down we truly want to believe that we weren’t hurt by their actions, that we aren’t that weak.

Anger… well that is a totally different matter, one we all know too well (well I do anyways).

imageBargaining – Perhaps it was actually me, perhaps they didn’t really mean to hurt me so badly, maybe I instigated it!

Depression, now this one sneaks up on you, it slips in undetected and normally this only comes in when the hurt is so profound that it changes how we “operate” or our belief structures.

Acceptance?

From my experience:

· Acceptance feels like knowing that what happened to you can never be undone.

· Knowing that the lessons in what happened, how you reacted and how the other person acted, help you be a better person and guide you towards the person you want to be.

· Knowing that you yourself are capable of doing what was done to you (it’s the scary truth).image

Forgiveness?

It comes in many different shapes and forms and it can take a life time to attain, your friends and/or loved ones may not understand how you could ever reach it and that it is ok… and the cherry on the cake is that more often than not you reach it without even realizing. One day you suddenly realize that you are not carrying the extra weight on your shoulders anymore and you smile.

I’ve mourned my childhood and I have mourned the ideals I had set for certain figures in my life, I have heard the request for forgiveness from another and understood that those that hurt us don’t always realize they hurt us unless we let them know.

I’m no guru nor do I proclaim anything but I do speak from my own personal journey in hope that perhaps it helps you.

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One day at a time, focus on today and the rest will follow

“Dad, I’m Gay”

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Those are the words two separate families heard at separate times, two different reactions, two different boys building up the courage to finally utter the words “I have a boyfriend”.  These two boys know not of each other nor have they ever met. 

One, we shall call Adam, he has a single mom and is all of 16 years of age.  The other boy, or rather man, we will call Luke, he’s 21 with a stay at home mom and a father that works for a good company.  None of the fluff matters, who their parents are, what they do for a living or whether they are single or married, it does not matter. 

I happened to be sitting between Adam’s mother and Luke’s father at the end of a table which seated 12 people one night. We were all enjoying drinks, laughing, joking around and having a good time, it was a get together of like minds and a few of us had just met for the first time.  As you do, you start to talk to the respective’s and it turned out that Luke’s father came from Cape Town. This naturally got us talking the lingo and about the life down here versus life in London. 

The conversation at the table eventually turned to finding me a husband, my visa had been rejected for the last time and now they were all trying to come up with back up plans.  Luke’s dad piped up “I would offer you my son, perhaps he will be game though I don’t know what my son-in-law-to-be will think”.  I cracked up immediately, he and I come from similar stock, I understood exactly what he meant, this was just a comment and at the same time for him it was normal like saying “daughter-in-law-to-be”. 

Adam’s mom took a double take, her jaw just dropped. She then told us about her son and how when he told her that he was gay she had been really upset.  She told us how she was torn in two by it for she loved him but had never planned this for him.  She was still upset by the fact that her son was gay and couldn’t get her head around the fact that here sat a MAN who was ok with his SON’s sexuality.

She sat there for a few moments then turned to Luke’s dad and asked “Why are you ok with your son being gay, does it not upset you?”.  That was when I witnessed one of the most beautiful conversations I have ever heard in my life.  He turned to her with kindness in his eyes and said to her “I have suspected that Luke was not into women for a long time, that he preferred men and because I suspected this I tried to make it easier for him to be open about it.”. 

This stunned Adam’s mother beyond belief and she asked him why he had not told Luke that he knew or broached the subject sooner.  Luke’s father just said “If I had forced the issue and not allowed him to come to me then I would have been seen as judging, which I wasn’t. If I had brought up the question of his sexuality I may have put him in a box which I did not want to do, I did not raise him to think that he WILL be a doctor only that it is one of the many options available to him, same with sexuality.  I wanted to see how he evolved and how he transformed into his true self.  All I could do through it all was just be there, listen and continue to show that I was never judging only loving of who he is and that it made no difference whether he liked boys or girls just not sheep”.

She then asked him if he was disappointed with how his son had turned out and he responded with “Luke is Luke, he is my son and I love him for who he is, he is a part of me, he will only disappoint me when he is not true to himself, only then will I be upset”.  Jaw dropping again, we were stunned and I was once again grinning from ear to ear.

This blew Adams mother away, it blew me away, she couldn’t though understand how he could be like this.  It wasn’t ever in a nasty way, she was grappling with this push and pull in her heart and soul.  We have all felt something of this, none of us are immune.  This woman is truly amazing, seriously, I love her to bits and this was a very profound conversation for her.  Seeing her internal fight, Luke’s father explained to her that her reaction is not wrong, it doesn’t mean she is a bad person it just means that she was brought up with a different set of “rules”.  Our society teaches us wrong and rights and we live by them, the commandments if you will, just because “they” set them out doesn’t mean they are wrong, sin, or anything else.

He then went on to explain that coming from a city like Cape Town where being gay, having gay friends or having a child that is gay is normal. While walking in the streets of Cape Town it is no shock to see two men holding hands or two women for that matter, it is rare that anyone will blink an eye lid at all. Yes there are still people who can’t stand to be around homosexuals or anyone that doesn’t fit into their predefined boxes but the majority don’t care.

Two different parents, two different societies, two different views.  Luke’s father said it was because he came from a place where sexuality didn’t matter, that he would walk his son down the isle.  Is it because he grew up in a more free thinking society or is it because of his security in the knowledge of who he is and what he prefers?

In Cape Town same-sex marriage has been legal since November 2006, the “news” says that one out of four girls has at least kissed the same sex, one in ten boys has done the same. 

I am the same as Luke’s dad, I don’t care what you are, you can be the President or in a same sex marriage, you can be blue, yellow or Martian, I really don’t care.  None of that fluffy stuff matters, we all have the ability to be an asshole, we all have that choice, that’s what matters.

Do you hate what happened in South Africa, all those years of Apartheid and sanctions, then turn on the TV and watch the Olympics in China?

Do you castigate and rip off a homosexual person only to go home and fantasize about a threesome or sleeping with someone of the same sex?

Freedom to vote is great.

Freedom to love who you want to, now that is true human rights.

In my personal opinion a homophobic(ist) is the same as a racist, if not worse. 

You don’t have to be African to fight the Apartheid, you don’t have to be White to fight it either, you just have to be human.

You don’t have to be a lesbian or a gay man to fight this Apartheid, you don’t have to be straight, you just have to be human.

Are you human?

The box of which “sexuality” you are is the new Apartheid of the world, it is an old one but now it has a name. 

Apartheid.

Now fight it

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This post was inspired by Lindsey who’s post’s brought this conversation back to me, the posts are Discovering the Girl God sees: a lesbian’s storyGay Marriage Vs. Polygamy and Bestiality and Does that box come in my size?  Vanessa’s post I am NOT an abomination! is also a must read.

*names and some identifying details have changed 

Weekly Fruit Salad – Nummer elva

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Scary photo of the week

Nummer elva yip that is Number eleven in Swedish, pretty close to English in  a way but I bet in their normal script it has cool squiggles on some of the letters with pretty patterns to boot!  Number 11 with 83 posts linked… erm yeah more than last week, blame it on the new sharers!  No Peace for the wicked when you know a South African! (possibly why you should be multilingual)

Please note that some sections of this post are PG18+.  If educational materials are that of course.  Yes, Sex folks, SEX.

Anyway’s now that that is out of the way we move along swiftly…

This morning I woke up with a start, it felt as though a big spider was crawling into my ear, we know, I hate spiders! Then I went “Is OK, dog” That farting furball of a Furkid had stuck his furry gross tongue into my ear.  He Did What???? yes I am NOT lying.  I don’t know if I will ever be able to sleep again.  One thing is for sure I will be Need Protecting, well at least my ears.

Been there, done it, got the T-shirt, thank you! Never again *shivers* it was revolting

Right, I need to get something out of the way before I really get into this.  Yes it is about my world renown skills as a Chef.  I’ll have you know that there are No compromises in my kitchen! My cookies are just Perfect so much so that they almost made the Next Week’s News Today™ III.  Yip, you heard it.  Being a WHOLE all on your own.. means being able to bake those gingerbread men all on your own and all for yourself, it means putting on the Eyes knowing that you’re going to eat them.  Doing it for you because you want to! Hmm perhaps all I need is a The Miracle Pill, perhaps then they will look like cookies and maybe, just maybe, taste like them???

One last matter on this cookie business.  The last time I baked I got a serious System Error and then it was recommended that I look into becoming a Carpenter’s Apprentice instead.  I kind of thought at one stage that the heat coming off my laptop would bake the cookies nice and crispy.  Apparently “Love thy neighbour .. even if he or she is a little different..” doesn’t count when you’ve had the Bomb squad over to sort out a cookie fire.  Hey I was trying out a new form of Street Art *shrug* creative license and all.

As for Views on the Weakly News XVIII… the Sun was spotted over in England, sorry I mean Washington.  Homosexuality and Christianity the big furore. Furkids are visharse and seem to be taking their role in Resident Evil a bit too far (no offence).  Kidney Transplant Slacker Gets Wings in the form of some big hooters (Why are they called that anyway’s, do they hoot when you pinch them???). The Wedding Invitation with shocking ties, shocking! Mexico invades US, yeah I know I missed it as well. The Kid Was Hot Last Night good old Loverboy and doing Mushroom’s all in a weeks work.

Get your mind out of the gutter and Build it (green) and they will buy?

Don’t Just Make Money….Make Memories… ok well if you are betting on who wins the “Phelps, Bolt and AngryAfrican” race then perhaps it is the best of both worlds.  Personally my money is on AngryAfrican!  Don’t say that I never warned you!

Hatred is learned and that is why those who teach the young, those Parents: Heroes at Home, those that teach the right way, one of no hatred, they are the true Heroes in the World.  It takes real guts to admit when you have been wrong and learn from it.  We are taught many things from a young age forgetting that it is we, it is us, you and I that get to choose each action, each word and moment that we have.  If you are a racist, bigot (word for the week) or any other funny word that describes discrimination… that is your choice. 

Do you know who James Hoyt is? I am being dead serious now, do you know of him? Go have a read perhaps it will put more of what I mean to say into words.

For those who face discrimination every day the best statement that you can sometimes make is turning the other cheek.  By not treating those very people that treat you so badly as they have treated you, you show them how to be, how they should be.  Be the example for you only spur their hate on.  That is my personal opinion from my experience.  At the very least they will perhaps feel **** for treating you so badly and hopefully start to brew on their actions and what they do to others making those important changes.  Life is no Vanity Fair at the Scottish National Portrait Gallery but it sure is fun and entertaining.

Now lets talk sex.  Smart Girls do mathematics so do smart boys but sometimes both forget that there There are TWO people in the bedMasturbation? Even that can take two, you and your imagination.  Sometimes, most times, perhaps no times, things get so stale that we forget Variety is the spice of your sex life.  Can you imagine cooking a gorgeous roast with no herbs??? I mean come on guys it is not always a Bay of Pigs!.  All good things have their negatives though, just remember that sample humans happen and that should it happen you may need to look into getting a few Baby planners… yip Being a Daddy will suddenly become reality when one of those critters win the race! You may of course also face one of the hardest decisions ever.

It’s no Strong Bad’s Cool Game For Attractive People nor is it that I have AIDS… No in actual fact it is a contraption I have never set eyes on before.  I mean I come from a farming family and NEVER have I seen a ghetto tomato planter. Shocking I know, Truth or Document, That is the Question. Talking about truth, The Truth About Aging is Absolutely Amazing, just this morning I found another gray hair… I mean come on people, hair gods, monkeys, back OFF.

It’s ok *breathe* no matter what I am living the life of my dreams because it is filled with beautiful stories of a friendship.  What is it without the Golf balls in the game of life, crumbs life would be so so boring without the hills we craw, walk, run up.  That Point In Your Life when fall and then We Rise, Healing our souls as we go.  We slowly gain Clarity through the madness, we learn What NOT to do, that The Tides always turn, we utter the words “It will soon pass…“.  We grow.

Sometimes we don’t know what we want never mind what others want.  We forget to ask, we forget to talk, we forget to laugh.  Soon before we know it 61 years have gone by and what do we have to show for it? Cool Groups and Soulmates? No peace without true democracy? We get so comfortable in our lives we forget to live.  What ever you do don’t have a rememblur. No, seriously now.

No, we must focus on the truths, for instance What Does Your Elementary Report Card Say About You? go on splurge… mine was in part Afrikaans “die fokken kind praat te veel” hmmm yes I still can’t spell… basically in English it says “that bleepin child talks too much”.  What can you do I mean it is not like they were annoucing a New Department or anything.  Look Agility and Cowboy’s were the discussion at hand and what a discussion that was.  My biggest question though is why my 6 year old cousin knows who James Dean is and thinks he is sexy… Yeah go on have a chuckle, it disturbs me.

Distant Thoughts, there are no Quick miracles, no fast answers, Day Dreaming can become reality.  Consider yourself challenged to pass on the Shine, the light, to give to another without expectation, to be kind, to love, to be peaceful.  It doesn’t matter if the box comes in your size, whether you are Church Going or a Grandmother, it doesn’t matter who you are, this challenge is for you.  Rain Dance, Happy Dance – Procrastinating 101 doesn’t count here.  Get to it, shake that ass and cause a Summer Storm while singing that song “we are Family

Got that song in your head now don’t I… haha!

Finally folks I know that you have been wanting an update on the world tour starting at the end of August.  It’s now into the next phase with the UK now booked.  If you are in the UK please send out the warning notices to all.  Thanks.

Thanks for all the sharing, caring, writing, posting, laughs and inspiration.

Too many links? 

The Progression of Being

Times change, people change, novelties wear off and life moves forward, it has always been so, this is the way of the world. It is my greatest fear in life and no matter what I do to try and change it or prevent it from happening it always does. Peoples interactions with each other can fascinate me but then at times, most times they scare me and oppress me – everyones effect on each other is astounding, the background information seamless and without end, what is said and what is left behind in the recesses of the brain astonishing.

Why do people not say what they really feel, what they really think? Everyone is protecting everyone else, their feelings and sanity but over time if the things that irk us of each other stay within us they build up and build up to the point where it can get nasty. We harbour all these thoughts within us, our pet dislikes, our irratations and our hates to protect the ones we love but in the end they are the things that prevent us from showing our true love. We start arguing, finding fault with everything they do and fighting.

This all begs the question… what would happen if the people you loved so dearly that you protected them from your irritations were to die tomorrow? What would you do with all the unsaid and unshown love that you harboured within you?

Sometimes I feel it is better to forget ones irritations, try and understand why the other does what he or she does and move on, don’t keep it inside yourself because you can and will at the end of the day push those very same loved ones away from you. Try instead to show them the love you feel, the happiness within yourself when you are around them and let them know you care for you never know when their last day might be, you never know if you will be granted the chance to say goodbye…

Love and let live, live and understand, be free…

Our forefather’s gift to the future generations

I am a white South African brought up as a Rainbow child holding no prejudices or preconceived judgments, we ate and drank from the same cups, we used the same toilets, we hugged and laughed together, all races as one in our household. I never saw colour until I went to an Afrikaans school, never felt the prejudices of the forefathers until I was surrounded by the people who called others with a different colour “kaffirs”. I was always astounded by the fact that people were brought up with such hatred within them, their anger so intense that when you looked at them you could almost see it oozing out of their pores.

 

I have never understood why the Africans hated us whites so much, why they said that we deserve to get what is coming our way. I never understood until I started to find out what it was that our forefathers did to the nation, I started reading the horror stories, talking to my friends of colour, history made me feel shame. Shame for the fathers before me, for their narrow mindedness and ignorance.

 

Africa is close to my heart, if I could right the wrongs of the past I would not to relieve the guilt I feel for something I had no part in but more so the people on all sides of the fence can live with out the stigma. The anger I feel towards those that came before this generation is still strong, their ignorance has crippled our generation and the colour separation still lives on but in a different form. What people don’t seem to understand is that this generation, my generation, don’t care about colour we just want to get on with it, live as one, be who we are and be free.

 

What the people of this world need to know is that this discrimiation of people, no matter what colour, is still present in this world. In America there are still “White only” toilets, in England race descrimination is rife, in some areas of Australia the Aborigines are still not allowed into Bars… why is the descrimination only linked to South Africa, why is it not highlighted the world over, why is the ignorance still taking place?

 

I leave you with that question…

 

The peoples capacity for forgiveness is a lesson to us all, hopefully those that need to learn it will and those that have already don’t forget it!

 

… for all of you who still use the word “Kaffir” it means unbeliever in Arabic and was first used during the Slave Trade days… think about it…

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