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Someone once said to me that they were cancelling their facebook because they didn’t want to “deal” with it at that time in their life. At first something that would normally be called stalking was put online and called “social networking”, then people felt it ok to broadcast their lives online for people to see and put pictures (some that should be kept to themselves) on there for people to look at.

Since when did social networking become something we have to “deal” with? It’s when information is free for us to see and sometimes it’s something we don’t want to see yet we can’t help but look.  Some people say that money is the root of all evil, but now it seems that facebook is quickly catching up.

Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth

Everything lay where it was, completely undisturbed. There are no birds to bring on the sunrise or scavengers to disappear at the first sight of day. Suddenly there was an ominous crack and there was a rabbit. The rabbit was alone but it knew there was something else there. It was fully aware of something that failed to show itself. Light of the new day was starting to pour over the top of the hill, the rabbit froze as something blocked out the sun.  Somehow, the innocence flew out of the rabbit and was replaced by fear when it realised that this was the end. There was nothing it could do, nowhere for it to go. It was surrounded by death.

Marching over the hill was a small army of wolves, all snarling and covered in silver suits of armour shining in the morning sun. Each was equipped with small artillery of weapons yet none were as terrifying as their claws. These wolves were feared so much they were said to be direct spawns of hell. They marched across and empty field, just them and the rabbit. There was nothing special about this field, but it had seen so much. This field had witnessed massacres, genocide, suicide and sacrifices of the harshest kind. It was also known as the only lasting land of God, untouched, preserved as an undisturbed gateway to heaven. It was thought that whoever died in an act of war in this place would be escorted to heaven by god himself.

Heavy armour was pulling down on his shoulders, a sword hanging close to the floor and a huge bead of sweat running through its clean white fur under his helmet and his dark eyes piercing the sole of anyone who dared to catch their gaze. It walked across the land with a whole army walking behind him, with the ground sinking under its paws with every step. The enemy always knew that if they could see the whites of their eyes then they would suffer a fate worse than death.

At the other side of the field the horizon was blocked by another army. An army of broad shouldered beast covered in dirty armour and tusks pushing through from the helmet.  The huge wolf spotted the hogs across the field; he slips his sword back into its holster on his back and ran as fast as his thick legs could carry him. The close he got the more he could feel their tiny eyes glaring through their helmets. He lifted his paws up and pushed himself into the air with his hind legs. He flew towards the petrified hog and with a smooth swipe of his paw he rips off the helmet.

Everything fell silent, like the battle stood still for a few seconds as the hog staggered back. The wolf pushed the hog to the ground with his paws and bites into its neck. Ripping open its throat, the first blood had been shed. The fight to be the only lasting empire had begun.

The glimmer of the swords being flung around startled the rabbit; he desperately ran to the left to find safety and was redirected by a huge white paw. The wolves were treading softly in the dirt as they danced around the bewildered hogs. Gracefully leading the hogs to their death. The rabbit didn’t know where to go, how to escape this massacre of these helpless hogs sent to a battle they couldn’t win.

The rabbit was starting to feel the fear and misery of the surrounded hogs as they, just like the rabbit, had nowhere to go. No way to escape and surrounded by death. With the only courage he had left the rabbit tried another direction twitching nervously as he ran through the mass of giant feet pounding the same ground that which he stood on. The rabbit was petrified; he froze in the shock of reality. His world was undisturbed, untouched by the evil within the inhibitors of the new world. Now he was scrambling around for his own safety surrounded by craters left by the beasts fighting for a reason they didn’t know and the corpses of the fallen soldiers left to be dealt with only by nature.

           

Unexpectedly the rabbit’s instincts kicked in. He ran as fast as he could to moving out of the way of a hog falling to the floor and its tusk digging into the mud. He was startled by his own awareness and felt awake and ready for the rest of the battle that he was now a part of. Run, jump, duck and weave were the only things this rabbit could do to survive this intense battle between the only two remaining empires. Seeing the struggle in slow motion he darted straight ahead and was diverted by yet another perished hog. He turned on the spot and felt a blinding pain on his face, he could see a foot. This wasn’t any foot; it was dark, not a wolf or a hog. This was something this rabbit hadn’t seen before; he felt immense despair as he looked at this strange figure. It had no face, nothing defining to make it any definable species. It was like a shadow standing before him pulsating with hate. He felt sick inside with fear of this thing towering over him, time seemed to stop once again.

           

The rabbit stared at this shadow where its face should be, the shadow was leaning over the rabbit as if he was searching for a soul through the rabbits tiny eyes. The rabbit’s heart was beating. His mouth was dry and he tried to run but he couldn’t bring himself to move. The noise of the battle he had nearly forgotten was starting to echo as his heart rattled against his chest. The sound of clashing swords and the grunts of pain started to die down as the rabbit felt drowsy. Darkness was spreading through the air from this horrific being looking down at him. He slowly slipped away, asleep. Back where he felt safe and reality was his own where he can cling to the safety of his own undisturbed realm.

The memories of the past battle that the innocent rabbit was dragged into flooded back to him when he opened eyes. He remembered the sound he could hear, the feet hitting the floor around him and smell of death in the air. His heart started to beat rapidly as he went through the horrific events in his mind and then he relaxed as he realised it was all gone.

The rabbit looked around to the field where all the hogs had lost their lives and the war. Hogs lay on the ground in pools of their blood and rusty weapons were spread across the blood stained grass. This was another battle the field had witnessed and survived, drenched in blood of the pawns used by those with authority. He could see the wolves standing around in groups, finally rested from taking lives of those that stood in their way. The rabbit now felt calm and safe, but still hadn’t realised he was looking down at the deceased soldiers. He was being softly held in the cupped hands of something he had never seen before. There was a soft and peaceful feel about it. He had no fur except that from his head down to his shoulders. He had no snout, no beak, no snarling jaw but a mouth with perfectly white teeth. He was dressed in a robe over his shoulders and it felt like there was a gentle atmosphere around him.

Nothing was said. The rabbit didn’t move. They just looked at each other in amazement, a mesmerized gaze into each other’s eyes. This strange, but kind person put the rabbit down under an apple tree. He noticed a long and menacing snake slithering up the tree to a branch. All of a sudden there was huge gust of wind. He looked at the vicious army of wolves as they started to fade away. They lifted into the air hopelessly as the wind blew through their ghostly white fur, with the next gust of wind they disappeared into nothing along with the man who had saved him from an eternal sleep. This rabbit, even thought just a rabbit, knew he was there for a real reason.

On the day of the crucifixion, when Jesus was betrayed and sent to his death a wise man said the devils greatest trick was convincing us he didn’t exist. Humanity can’t exist without the balance between good and evil. To keep humanity from starting their own extinction God and Lucifer had to freely roam the earth and co-exist in secrecy, both with their own influences.

The rabbit was just living on the land as far back as he can remember when he had witnessed the end of an empire and the start of the new world. He saw some of the most haunting acts of evil and was saved by a divine intervention by God himself. He survived the most evils in history but nothing could compare to the evils in humanity. Humans were the best at genocide, suicide and sacrifices of the harshest kind. They did it so well. No human soul could be found that wasn’t darkened by sin. This rabbit was what put the Lords faith back into civilisation, the little innocent spark of hope in the masses of evil. Now he was vulnerable and old. He had survived acts of war and terrorism, forever loyal to the land. He was the reason that humans inherited the world and have their chance to live; he was the reason for their survival.

           

There was a gunshot, the old rabbit was aware of something that nothing else cared of. Aware of something that failed to show itself, failed to make itself known. The light of the new day was slowly pouring over the hill and it was suddenly cut off by the latest danger of the land. The rabbit froze not knowing what to do, where to go or how to escape. Somehow this innocent rabbit knew that this is the end for him, there was nowhere to go, nothing to do and no way to escape. He was then welcomed by death, the gateway to heaven.

“Betrayal is a defining human trait”

The Future Started Yesterday

“If you hear this message, wherever you stand

I'm calling every woman, calling every man

We're the generation

We can't afford to wait

The future started yesterday and we're already late”

The future is what you make of it, its not there for us to predict, its not there to be foreseen, its there to be enabled. The best way for us to predict the future is to create it. In some ways the future is the same for us all, in some ways it’s completely different. In a way the future is the same because it happens at the same time, in five minutes from now something will happen, different things will happen across the world but it will happen at the same time for us all and as humans that is our future.

The future of the world is created by individual decisions, one persons decision to turn on a TV and another’s to start a war could happen in different places but at the same time, they will both create what will be “our” future. Our decisions don’t just create what will be the future of the world; they create our own personal future. Your life is determined by the choices you make whether you feel like it is or not. Even if something happens out of your control, something you didn’t expect or want to happen, it’s the way you choose to deal with it that makes the biggest difference to what “could” happen.


Some of us will be starting a new school, an apprenticeship, getting a job, going to a college or a 6th form and even going to university. All of that is possible because of choices that have been made in the past; all of this is the opportunity for something new, the opportunity to create the future you want. The future started yesterday and we’re already late. It’s the choices that you make now that affect the choices you could make in the future. The future is something that changes every day and it is also something that starts every day too. Make the right decisions and create the future that you want.


“May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future?”

Like a Comet

Like a comet

Charging through the sky

You’ll have to keep on looking

I might just pass you by

Its love that keeps me going

Love that I don’t have

It’s always in the distance

At least of that, I’m glad

The glow and warmth around me

Can’t compare to what’s inside

'cause I will keep on charging

And just enjoy the ride

You can try and stop me

You might just slow me down

Even though I keep on going

I’ll always be around

Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions

As humans we are able to create something with our minds. We may not be able to fully share what we can create with our minds but we can use our imagination to create anything, anything that does exist, could exist and probably never will exist. This is one of the biggest benefits of being human, the benefit of an imagination.

Another major benefit of the human mind is that we can perceive what is happening around us. We can see it, hear it, smell it and feel it, whatever it may be. Yet, most of us, can only do both of these when we are asleep.

We all know the feeling when we wake up from a dream to just realise what reality actually is. This is because you don’t know you’re in a dream until you wake up. You feel like your dream is your reality and whatever happens could be completely normal, and if it’s not you react as you normally would if you were awake because you have no idea that you’re not.

This is only because when we are asleep we are able to create and perceive at the same time, we are in the middle of the process where we can perceive what we create without even realising that we are.

Part of me wishes that when we dream, we can realise that we are so that we can accept that the “ideal reality” we are living in isn’t actually real so that when we wake up to the dull shock of reality it’s not so much of a disappointment.

What i dnt understand is, why do we create a reality for ourselves, a reality we feel like we would prefer to live in when every morning we have to leave it all behind in our mind and start all over again the next night.

Marsha Norman said ““Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.”