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November 15, 2022 by Nadine Gordon

It has taken me some time to silence the thoughts of others and cipher through their parables and codes.

Social media is inundated with an extraordinary amount of negativity.  Many comments are meant to debilitate the vitality of opponents who dare think outside of the box.  It is easy to attack someone whom you cannot see. 

It is also easier to control those whose faces are covered. It removes the aspects of humanism.  Covering ones nose and mouth deprives the brain of oxygen and weakens soundness of mind.

I suspect the past few years has done irreparable damage to human kind.

(I can still feel the agony of those who withheld their screams of terror and disbelief until their eyes deadened and their hearts hardened.)

It’s easier to follow the masses than it is to stand alone. 

Fear can be a strict task master. It drives groups together but it can also break them apart.

Many people gave up. 

Others allowed themselves to become disabled through the pressure tactics forced upon them. Hypnotized, they consumed propaganda spoon fed to them by daily dose of dishonesty and negativity.   They became the fanatical converts who threatened non-believers. Non-believers were ostracized and pushed into seclusion.

There are many fanatics today that seek continued control over the populous.  They have a surplus of information ordained to frighten the weak into a continued life of subservience. 

They want the masses to move through life like robots – zombies with dead eyes, stiff movements and no heart because when you stunt growth or imagination, there is no individuality – no freedom.  This is called censorship. 

What they do not know is that you cannot cripple the heart or mind of an artist! 

The individual pain each person endures throughout life is precisely the gold that shines through an entrapped mindset to create an artist.  Seclusion is all that is needed to break free of the trap.  When one enters the silence, true beauty is created.  This beauty is art.

Art means something different to everyone.  It is a distinct experience distinguished by you alone. Art heals crippled minds, broken hearts and beckons to the individual in each of us, bringing hope.  

You cannot censor hope!

Hope is a light engrained so deeply within the Universe that death cannot even snuff it out.

Artists know this secret.

 They are able to read between the lines. 

They are the truth seekers.

They are the free-thinkers fanatics want to silence.

You cannot cripple an artist, excluding them or forcing them into silence is a gift. 

Silence is where an artist goes to create beauty.  

We can always use more of them – so please, censor away – for in the end, it will be the artist’s who heal the world with their beautiful stories.

 

Remember:

“Those who speak in parables and code harbour great secrets.”

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Posted in Compositions | Tagged art, blog, codes, fear, inspiration, lifestyle, parables, politics, secrets, social media | 14 Comments

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  1. on November 15, 2022 at 2:32 pm Tippy Gnu's avatar Tippy Gnu

    Sadly, we seemed lately to be moving in the direction of those countries where you must speak in parable and code, to be safe, and then trust others will read between the lines.

    I like what you have to say about artists. Perhaps there’s no better way to bring out the creativity in people, than to try to silence them.

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    • on November 15, 2022 at 2:38 pm Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

      Thanks so much for this comment, Tippy! Luckily, I have a knack for writing in parables so that people can just read the story for enjoyment or decipher the code within. Unfortunately, not everyone can read between the lines though! I find it so interesting that throughout history, there has been hope spread or wars fought by sending simple messages through codes in song! 😊

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      • on November 15, 2022 at 4:51 pm Tippy Gnu's avatar Tippy Gnu

        That is pretty interesting. Leaves me thinking about all the anti-war songs of the 1960s. Some of them weren’t straightforward with the message, and you had to read between the lines.

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      • on November 15, 2022 at 4:53 pm Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

        Exactly! After I made that comment I began wondering if the musical beats were Morse code! Lol

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  2. on November 15, 2022 at 8:37 pm Shweta's avatar Shweta Suresh

    I’m completely with you on this. It’s sad that many parts of the world are moving towards censorship and dictatorship.

    Art means something different to everyone. It is a distinct experience distinguished by you alone. Art heals crippled minds, broken hearts and beckons to the individual in each of us, bringing hope.

    I loved this portion especially. Even when we were in the middle of the pandemic, it was art that have people some much needed relief. Art cannot be suppressed.

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    • on November 15, 2022 at 8:40 pm Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

      I loved that so many people started to delve into their creative side! Art is definitely healing!
      Thank you so much for your kind comment! ❤️

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      • on November 15, 2022 at 10:05 pm Shweta's avatar Shweta Suresh

        Absolutely. The pleasure is all mine 😊

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  3. on November 17, 2022 at 7:54 am Terry's avatar Terry

    Excellent piece, Nadine! Many truths in this!

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    • on November 17, 2022 at 7:56 am Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

      Thank-you Terry!
      Have an excellent day! ❤️

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  4. on November 18, 2022 at 4:31 pm joyroses13's avatar joyroses13

    Beautifully said! Love your last line especially! ❤

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    • on November 18, 2022 at 4:38 pm Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

      Thank-you Carolyn! Have a creative weekend! ❤️ 😊

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      • on November 18, 2022 at 4:45 pm joyroses13's avatar joyroses13

        You are welcome and same to you!💕

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  5. on November 19, 2022 at 3:11 pm AmyRose🌹's avatar AmyRose🌹

    What a JOY to read your words, words I agree with! I myself have been so battered and mistreated through these past 2.5 years because I saw through the illusion and so I refused to bend my knee to evil or fear. I SAW the evil and as I dove down rabbit hole after rabbit hole the knowledge I gained is sickening at best how these powerful demented people had plans to destroy most of humanity and enslave the rest. Bless you for your courage in a time which has been the biggest psy-op this world has ever known. Yes to your truth about masks ….. I’m a nurse and I KNOW masks do nothing except stop your spit. To this day I am still unable to see my own doctor for this office mandates I wear a mask which I will not do. I have doctors’ letters stating I am unable to wear a mask, and even my doctor from this office wrote one. The tyranny that is still unfolding is disgusting and I for one will NOT allow it to break me, nor will I participate in it.

    You are so correct in that the artists, those who walk by a different beat of the drum, the dreamers, the truthers, the seekers …. they ARE changing the world right now. I refuse to be involved in social media except for WP. I am just so proud of you, Nadine, for not falling as the majority of the world has. Keep on shining your light and keep on walking love and truth. So much LOVE to you!!!

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    • on November 19, 2022 at 6:16 pm Nadine Gordon's avatar Nadine Gordon

      What beautiful words! Thank you Amy! ❤️ 💙 💜 💖

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