Are you in or out? The problem with borders.

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It starts innocently with an institution, a grouping together of human beings.

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We become members, friends, comrades, a team, a nation.

From within, we learn about the need to protect the clan, to look out from within.

It is here where we build the first layer of aggression and it comes from a top layer of fear. Next, we become territorial, terrified, terrorists.

Our neighbours do the same.

Divide human beings and create tension, we are uncomfortably tribal, creating defences, frontiers and fortifications to all who exist outside our borderline. You are either in or out, and when you are out you are not welcome in.

We form gangs to protect our neighbourhoods, you have to be either in or you are out. but we need structure so we then create armies wherein there is acceptable violence and killing. This becomes shrouded in duty and honour. The duty of killing? Are you in or out?

Religion finds a perfect place to pitch here, amongst the fear. Are you in or out? In heaven or hell? It thrives on control and creates a divine power to manipulate moral judgements over individuals, to have us believe we have a safe haven if we follow the rules. Is that true? We think we are right, therefore you must be wrong. Are you in or out?

To bring together peace and harmony on this planet we call on trust. Maybe it should be trust that we worship. We must use it and embrace trust to give it a chance. I trust you are kind therefore you trust me or help me to deliver.

It is impossible to become one family if we mistrust each other. We believe in protection, the importance of safety, however, we keep unconditional love out. You are only allowed in if you bring wealth and for that can you be trusted? In one true family, we learn to respect the needs of others, we are born with nothing to give only love. We are family and the mother is Earth. The mother is hurting and not all her family are coming to her aide. Are you in or out?

Look upon the weapons of war with distaste. From a fist to a firearm, a harsh and spiteful word to an executioners signature. The man with anger and fear believes in a brutal force to fuel his power. We must let go of the misconstrued belief that he is there to protect us from our enemy. He is full of fear from the people who are not inside but outside. History books show us repeating mistakes over and over, yet we do not illuminate the stories of the races who have lived together in harmony.

There is no enemy until you close a border.

Open your doors and let in the stranger until they are no longer a stranger but a friend. This takes courage to face who you have been told is the enemy. People who open their doors are not vulnerable they are courageous, they have nothing to lose nor hide. What are you hiding?

We can open our eyes with courage and learn to step beyond the boundaries. Change is coming and the people with courage will make this happen, I feel it.

It is time to start believing in ourselves and to find the courage to let go of fear. There will never be ultimate peace until we all do that. It is time to work towards a solution and stop the eventuality of ultimate destruction. A breaking point.

When we create one family with no borders. Work together on climate change and freedom of movement. The planet will then have the final say. Let her speak.

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Hiya, I am Lauren, a lifestyle traveller, writer and health Nerd. Due to lockdown I decided to get on with writing my blog and catching up with friends new and old. I believe we are one world that for most of us wants to promote peace and goodwill to each other, wherever you are in the world I wish you well. I hope we connect and share our stories.

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