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Dear Readers,
I passed by the Walmart today on the way to the grocery store and began weeping so deeply, the pain wracking my heart.
For I have shopped in many Walmart's over the years and there is a certain type of embodied soul you tend to meet in a Walmart. Often these souls are kind, helpful, overworked, sometimes poor, stressed out, elderly, infirm, families, children running around chattering as their parent(s) shop, and people who keep to themselves, the people you pass in the aisles.
When I was homeless, there were many times that I would stay in Walmart parking lot's for safety sleeping in a van overnight. Not only was I never bothered, when I went into the store in the morning to use the bathroom and make purchases I was, no matter what state I was in, treated with kindness. From southern most part of the east coast to the northern parts of the east coast, from Colorado south and back up through the Appalachia, my experiences, on the whole, had brought forth the safety one feels being around kind people, even when they were stressed out, there was always the kindness.
That's what was in my heart today along with the grief from holding so many killed, wounded, and soul-wounded from being in the line of fire, or near the gunfire from Gilroy, CA, to El Paso, TX, to Dayton, OH, so many wounded and scarred for life.
I cried for the innocence desecrated. I cried for the overweight , elderly, handicapped, and the children who could not move away fast enough, the Mother's, Father's, Grandparent's, friends, sister's and brother's exposed to the violence of war in the local Walmart - where the greeters are kind, the workers over-worked and yet still kind, and the people who shop there, in my experience, innocent to the violence of mass murder.
My heart hold's the suffering of the living closest. For the living will carry these trauma's, these soul wounds. The living, the survivors, the families, their friends, will carry their grief, their sorrows and this new fear of never feeling safe with them as a yoke of suffering borne upon them as they innocently went about their lives, whether it be in school, at work, at the store, at a movie, at a club, at a festival, at a concert, at a synagogue, at a mosque, at a church...
My prayers are for the survivors, for their sufferings. For those who have passed have already in my heart, been embraced by the Light as they were leaving the Earth, held by angels as they left us.
My prayers are for those who are targeted for suffering and pain just because they are who they are, how I AM made them.
with love,
Johanna
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