So you are active in the social media
circuit - facebooking, blogging away, tweeting your tune, tunblring around and
instgramming it. You are doing this for a reason. There is purpose to your
madness from your side at least you feel there is and from the responses you
receive you see others view the puzzle pieces forming a scene as well. Then one
day you get up, grab a coffee and turn on your electronic devices and sadly
experience something you have not had before - 25 hateful, pornographic,
extremely rude individually directed comments, in English, on various personal
photos on your account. Two accounts did this together. I then reported them,
deleted and reported each comment but the fact remains it was "put out
there" and has released its energy. It disturbs me to think perhaps this
is being done to others whom cannot stand up for themselves and may be affected
by such small mindedness.
I strongly believe that many see this
type of carry on as a way to gain attention; for they think I would repeat the
offensive comments in caption form or with a photo but they actually
unwittingly just gave me heaps of writing material to reaching out to ensure my
experience helps others to stand up strong for themselves. For I feel it is
necessary to share this weak action of reacting behind the keys of a computer
screen to be vindictive, as the world is not only made up of "sugar and
spice and all things nice!"
To be heard is a precious gift given to
me indeed from a lot of truly kind hearted, interested and open followers of my
social media sites and the momentary shock of these offensive comments only
rattled my brain cells into blessing the two lonely souls, in hoping they find
someone to listen to them and help them see a way to give real nourishing love,
in words and not lowly, gutter filth that tarnishes only their hands and faces;
no one else’s. I decided to begin a journey with my whispers to raise the level
of compassion, love and healing within humanity and because of such uplifting
comments from serious souls interacting with me, I know I am on the right
pathway. These two simpletons only showed why korus´s whispers are so badly
needed - too many people feel they have no voice, are not seen and wonder lost,
disillusioned in a no mans land.
Often what seems at first a strange
twist of events can be a push to look deeper, redirect or just speak up for all
those who do not. The world is made up of a mixed bag of marbles and thankfully
I have had so much real horrific episodes within my life, this type of hater
attack is just a reminder of what we should not concentrate on. Rather instead
this enforces upon us how to utilise social media for the common good, so to
interact positively with obstacles laid in our way while walking our path.
Still this anonymous style of bullying was unexpected. Only for many young
people, liable or emotionally imbalanced from hormonal changes or the media
illiterate, it can be the “last jolt” that causes them to react either distractive
towards themselves or brake out violently in panic in a distorted form of
self-protection, towards others. Sadly we all witness this too often.
Isn't the world strange? So many
striving to increase the energy level of love to a higher vibration; to further
a way to unite humanity with the juxtaposition of just as many pulling, yanking
it back down into the gutters with degrading slurs, cutting remarks and
cowardly hidden actions! Thank goodness when I went back to self query if I
should delete my personal photos or in what way should I handle this from
re-occurring, I saw the beautiful, honest comments of you all; my real social
media souls and knew to be Korus and expand beyond the walls of my body and
mind I will need to build a tough skin, for not all will be so loving. Not all share my way of thinking or
have experienced what I have yet I have only began what I am here for, so I
will need to see this jolt as another learning curve to deal with those caught
still in self destruction, self hate and loathing, unable to direct their own
life force into furthering universal peace, love and compassion.
I was able to rebalance and direct
rather quickly. My son also played a role in giving some sound advice and
powerful love based reassure while my husband reminded me of the worms in the
wood. I felt the universe taking a stand in various ways to showing me I am
seen really for who I am, by those who look. I am on the "love train"
and intend to keep travelling forwards.
Why you may ask would I continue to put
myself out there for further torment? To answer you I would need to say, for to
sit quietly and let injustices happen without voicing my positive, love based
view of a redirection of the situation, would be as bad as giving you the
fingers and sticking out my tongue; turning my back or just burying my head in
the sand. So many small and large atrocities occur the world over but I can
only begin to take action at what sits on my doorstep and what I allow to walk
over the threshold of my own house to sit down inside.
Several weeks ago I was out shopping in
a local department store. It was a brutally hot day in what had been a week of
extreme heat and one noticed that all tempers where frayed and everyone seemed
to be out for themselves in battling the fire demon pelting down upon our
heads. I had just completed my shopping and was reflecting on enjoying a large
glass of homemade ice tea when I got home as I stepped out of the
air-conditioned store into their car park area. A young man, mid twenties was
shouting at an elderly, grey haired gentleman. Both were in a nose breadth of
one another when I looked over and saw the words turn into physical violence.
The hot headed man shoved the just as passionately grounded older man away from
him and words flew an octave higher as he stumbled. There were several people
watching from their cars or the doorway of the shopping centre and a young
companion of the tempermantful youth, was trying to pull him back while the
wife of the elder generation had ran away for cover. This was all happening in
a rapid tempo and I have honestly not a clue why they were fighting; I just
reacted (I was the only one who did) and afterwards first even realized, what I
had done.
I turned towards them, walked over to
stand in the middle, raising my arms with shopping bags on one and placed them
right between the two. Stating loud for both to register but keeping my tone
full of laughter and light to “cool down, step back and not make the
temperature gauge explode when it was already at boiling point!” then I
directed (as both parties stood still, looking at me in wonder) at the young
mans friend to take him to the pub over the road for a cool beer and a chill
down (he grinned greedily at me for the relief of finding a way out of this dilemma)
and calling out to the wife I suggested she “guide her husband into a cooler
environment to regain strength”. Both did what I said to the tee. I then turned
around, walked the few steps to my car got in and as I drove off I saw several
people looking at me amazed or smiling. One person (actually even a guest of my
business) waved from his car and called out the window “Bravo Korus”!
It then dawned upon me what I had done.
I had reacted from only a place of wanting to share the joy and peace I had
within me at the time and not from a fear of putting myself in any form of
danger. I wished to see these two also experience how I was feeling that day
inside. Yet in our region we have had less civil courage of late, due to
injuries and even deaths of those whom have reached out to help. What made me
instinctively react? I have no clue. I was afterwards in shock when I
contemplated what could have been. Then I realized, I need not visualize some
crazy scenario of “what if” for it had not occurred. I should stay with the
plain fact, I had acted as I saw fit and all was good so.
Exactly as in with these comments I need
not react indirectly but rather take action from an active stand. Make others
aware to speak up. Say you are human. You have feelings. I was tormented as a teenager with my
weight. I was anorexic. I had serious issues with my body. As a young woman and
adult these have brought their situations with them too. So yes these hurt me;
carelessly laid abuse directed words at my physical appearance but they are
only that. Words from poorer souls, for they have no self-esteem. No self-love.
No knowledge of how beautiful they are. No awareness of the potential that lies
dormant within them just waiting to be ignited.
I need not hurt myself again as I once
did, for I have learnt from my experiences to lace myself in passionate vibes
of sensuality. To be all woman - curves, hips, bosom and all. To be the
grandest vision of whom I can be. You might not agree with me but you know
what; it might just give you food for thought why that is! Perhaps you could
learn a thing or two from me. Read my whispers. Comment if you will but be
prepared to come up against a kiwi bird that will not stay quite and doesn’t
sit still.
Her name is Korus and if need be she
will be your voice too.
Your Korus whispers