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Nathan and Trevor were together. Every emotion is okay, helpful in the right situation. The dark emotions are like salt, just a pinch adds flavour, yet too much ruins the entire dish. Envy can be motivation to better the self, when combined with being a good sport and wanting what is best for others, it can bring positive results. A pinch of hate toward an abuser can lead to freedom and a positive life with one who truly loves in the protective and nurturing way. A pinch of greed can help you to hang on to things you need for yourself or loved ones in your care. The trick of it all is to remember what is salt and what is food; the food is love, empathy, kindness, joy, compassion, nurture, protection, integrity... the salt is envy, hate, greed, anger, sloth... If you have vastly more food than salt, everything will be alright. The opposite of love ain't hate, that's just a warped version of love itself, one that uses the same bit of the brain. Hate tells that once there was love and
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire Chapter 150
Stealing is such an old fashioned word; it's so tied up with notions of property and ownership. But who owns what? Nathan knew that! People who paid money? What's money? It used to be gold but what is it now? Digits! Digits that are created at the touch of a button! And what do we all do? We slave for them, ruin the most productive years of our lives chasing them, some kill from them, degrade their humanity for them. What do laws matter if some have the power to create money and others do not? How can the common man compete with the elite of Wall Street? So I don't care what the dictionary says; I don't care what the cops say. Stealing is when people who are educated enough to know better abuse their superior education to maintain an unfair system - keeping themselves at the top and Walmart employees living in motel rooms with their kids. It's worse than feudal England, at least then they were honest about wielding the power. So I hack, I take, I siphon off those electronic numbers an
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 151
There comes a time when "pushing" one's ideas that could save our world becomes morally the right thing to do. And so, if you have the time, I urge you to read my book, "Nexus. A Treatise in Defence of Love as Mankind's Answer," so that we can rescue each other and our planet from the trouble of our current era. There is a link to a free version and a Kindle version from my bio (bio-link below). Since ye olde times, since times of yore, the morally bankrupt have sort to capitalise on hate. From our trauma populations come the natural healers of society, our artists of words, sound, dance and image. For this is what happens when mental pain hits fever pitch, when the community needs to find love, togetherness and re-bond. It's how we come back to sustainability, to love of nature and one another. A dysfunctional world is a torture to its children. Yet the solutions are simple. Millions, likely billions, would gladly spend their lives in joyful service, working toward making a healthy
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire Chapter 152
On this cloudy morning there are growing patches of blue, the sort of hue that is soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of cloud is a grey that deepens to steel, the leading edge is a brilliant white, as if it is the pages of a new book ready for any curious eye. So, on this day that could bring rain or sunshine, I'm hoping for both, for the chance of a rainbow and to feel so much more because the day is blessed with clouds.Light grew steadily outside until the curtains glowed just the same as stained glass. Kevin stuck his head behind the fabric to survey what the day might bring. The road was slick with water, though the puddles remained quite still, no hint of rain still falling. Above the clouds were still grey but without the denseness of yesterday, allowing patches of blue to form.In good moods a writer may paint words that are fine wine and soft music; words that contain more healing medicine than all the drugs created by man. They are clear water over ro
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 153
Evelyn is powerful, Dave is a member of the Dragons. There was almost nothing more that she wished for. And so she had met with Dave and told him to see Doris. "There has to be a way you can convince her," she said to him trying to sound as persuasive as ever. He bought her words and he too decided to reach out to Doris. He didn't just call her maybe so they would meet at some restaurant or maybe a fast food or some place else. Rather, he felt influential enough to actually go meet her at home in her house, despite knowing of the fact that she had a husband. It was quite funny and at the same time, ridiculous, but he didn't mind. He knocked on the door and Doris was the one who opened up. "Hi, you must be Doris." He said, and she frowned. Where had they met before? And why would she just frown at him in that manner like they had been enemies from a place before? He decided to keep his questions to himself. "Hi again. I'm--" "Dave. I know." She said, nearly almost so blunt and cold.
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 154
The way Manuel felt that particular day was not one he was impressed in at all. Hatred masquerades as an ointment to hurt when in truth it is no more than gasoline for the flames. More hatred only guarantees more enmity, more pain, more death ahead, never more healing or an increase in our humanity. It can be passed like a dark flame from one generation to the next, burning cold, waiting for the next opportunity for genocide and war. While conditions aren't right it bides its time in the shadows as racism and slander, feelings of superiority and echoes of tribalism. Once the opportunity arises - an economic downturn, hunger or natural disaster it comes in fast to override our better natures, making us more primal ape than human. Hatred, the twin of wrath, is never our friend. Hatred makes us all weaker, a poison transmitted via ill-thought out words.Hatred is such an abomination, a subversion of what should be good. I never see strong hatred except where love is betrayed or destroyed
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He and Doris spoke, she tells him never to speak to her again. He reports her to Evelyn, she apologized.Dave knew Evelyn needed him for a reason. He was rich, and now he was a member of one of the most important group in Ettavile. She needed him! So as she apologized for everything that he had faced, he rested comfortably on the chair. Smiling to himself, he was relaxed. But he said nothing. He enjoyed the look on the woman's face and was contented enough because he knew he had gotten all he needed from her. Now it was just time for him to seat and relax. When we become great teachers of emotional intelligence we will delete the alt-right. When we explain how their new linguistics is acting as an catalyst for emotional indifference - the biological opposite of love - people will start to question how these subcultures are recoding and reprogramming their brains into isolated emotional spaces where they cannot access the love they need for good health. "Wrongthink" is made of "wron
The Return Of The Secret Billionaire chapter 156
Never before had Nathan noticed how time is so much like water; that it can pass slowly, a drop at a time, even freeze, or rush by in a blink. The clock says it is measured and constant, tick tock, part of an orderly world; the clock lies. The past three days had passed like thousands of camera frames per second shown one at a time. In this slow time-bubble the birdsong was louder, coldness was colder and colours were brighter. All the while his insides felt as if there was nothing there, nothing to need feeding, nothing to have need of anything at all. I told you I love you and that makes me unlovable. I said that I care and that makes me the target of your hatred. I brought you gifts, poured affection into your life and you attacked me over and over. You leave me with insides contracting, cold. You leave me with a heart that explodes in my chest, clammy skin and hyperventilating as I lean on a wall. I would still be your friend if you would extend your hand, but I know that you won'
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