I Believe In Oneness – Mind Talk

Jade Klemos

I believe in Oneness.

I don’t believe in gay rights, women’s rights or civil rights.

I believe in human rights. The same rights for everyone, no matter what. They shouldn’t need to be spelled out individually.

I believe in Oneness.

I don’t believe in campaigns for disenfranchised segments of the population. I don’t believe in the marriage equality act, or Veteran’s rights movement or disability rights movement.

I believe in human rights. We shouldn’t need a special movement to do what’s right and consider those who should’ve never been overlooked in the first place.

I believe in Oneness.

I don’t believe in a system that allows for those who can extinguish a retirement fund they don’t participate in, while voting themselves a raise. I don’t believe in a system that allows votes to be bought and sold. I don’t believe in a system that caters to the rich and penalizes the poor. I don’t believe in a system that flagrantly celebrates ‘sex sells’ and shames public breastfeeding. I don’t believe that a system like that will ever put human rights first.

I believe in human rights, but I don’t believe in the capacity of some humans to do what’s right. Yet, none of these ‘rights’ efforts are working. We are more divided than ever.

I believe in Oneness.

I want to stand in the parade, walk in the march and wear the t-shirt that says All Lives Are Sacred…the black ones, the blue ones, the LGBT ones, the elderly ones, the disabled ones, the veteran ones, the women ones, the Native American ones, the Mexican ones, the Asian ones, the Muslim ones, the child ones, the Jewish ones, the Christian ones, the men ones, etc.

None of us have rights until every human being has all the same rights. None of us are free from persecution until every single one of us is free from persecution. None of us are equal until each one of us is treated equally. None of us are empowered until each one of us is empowered.

We are not whole if even one of us is disenfranchised.

I believe in Oneness.

Until we all stand under THAT flag there can be no unity.

I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it, there is no peace in pieces.

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Jade Klemos

I am Jade Willow Song, Medicine Woman. Native American energy runs through my Spiritual veins. I have felt this way since my earliest memories. Indigenous ways have always spoken to the deepest parts of me. The parts untouched by illusions of time and space. In my explorations and reverence I discovered that the Native Americans believe that in spiritual evolution there are red spirits born into white skin. This is me. Jade is said to bless all that it touches. It is a special stone that is believed to promote wisdom, balance, and peace. It is a special gemstone of healing and stability, relieving anxiety and lightening emotions developed from fear. This stone is one of the many gemstones, which never allow any negative energy or negative influences to affect the individual wearing it. It does not allow the entry of any external negative vibration. It simply protects people from getting disturbed by negative influences as it continues to emit cleansing and calming aura. Jade can also establish a closer connection between the different stages of the intellectual part of the body. Hence, it improves the mental capacity of a person. My Willow medicine is identifying and remedying the thoughts, beliefs and emotional patterns that do not support you in living the spiritual destiny you were meant to live. I treat dis-eases of the Spirit. I do this by facilitating self-awareness through assisted self-exploration and discovery.I hold space for those who need it. I have a loosely structured program, yet it remains purely organic. No two journeys will look the same.Sometimes, it looks like coaching. Sometimes it looks like healing. Sometimes it looks like mirroring. Sometimes it looks like stillness.

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    Kaila Lea

    but lets sexualize the photo, because you know, sex sells

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