Humans have become very good at the game of spreading our emotional poison. Each time our perfect love and beautiful innocence is attacked, we feel a deep sense of injustice, hurt and grief. We are so wronged so often that we carry very deep wounds.

The weight of this poison becomes so unbearable that we seek ways to release it. We release it on the people who we have some form of power over; our subordinates or people who are less privileged in society (racism) – even our romantic partners and children who depend upon us for love and support. In this way, we teach fear and suffering – creating poison in them that is spread further in the same way.

This tragic game is taught to young children by their parents, by schools, by friends, by work and by all of society. We become very bitter, damaged – afraid to trust and open our hearts to one another because we are so afraid of their poison. It isn’t our fault. This game has been going on for a few thousand years; long before we were born.

I don’t like this game and I don’t play it. When someone tries to give me their poison, I recognize that he or she is suffering. There is an uncontrollable need within them to get rid of their poison, and only my love can release it. How do I know this is true? By looking within myself.

We continue tomorrow and each day after that.