A Meditation on Suffering

Today I think about my parents suffering, their loneliness, hunger, medication given to destroy them, humiliation, torture, assassination, desecration of corpses. And me fighting against all odds, trying to avoid the horror I could not believe was happening to them and to me. I think too about my own suffering all these years, physically and psychologically, everyday. 

Today I particularly remember one creature at their last home telling me my father was known there as the elephant, because he only had two teeth left. The day I discovered they were broken and how (and also the aggressions in form of disease his nose was subject to for months) I understood that there are human monsters with elephant masks and I promised myself those masks would fall, sooner or later. After that, they gave him a birthday card with an elephant (laughing a lot because he no longer had tusks) and many strange situations (including theft in my house) were presented to me, some even after his death, concerning objects representing this animal. Needless to say the elephants are not to blame, only humans who use them.

And I also think about the suffering of all those who were burned alive during the forest fires and those who suffocated in the salamander fire recently. All this suffering has the same origin, and for what purpose? 
I was convinced  human sacrífices were a thing of the past. I was wrong. The beasts are as cruel and as evil as they can be to please the demons they serve, in exchange for power, riches and an healthy lasting life. They are wrong too. No one can make deals with the Devil and win. When the deal is done only slavery remains, until he decides it’s over and good riddance. 

Today I keep praying for this departure to happen soon to all involved, so that justice can be done and the world can be a better place.

Amen!!!