#they are a plague unto my attention span

[fresh-luminarium]

Clock: 8:00 PM

Me: Oh I have time to just chill I can take my night meds in a bit

Clock: 8:30 PM

Me: almost time, I'll just finish up here a-

Clock: 3:00AM

Me: GODDAMIT

[belzinone]

verses

This is a running list of all the verses I’ve written for bel. First are her fanon (canonical) verses, followed by modern, fantasy, crossover, other fandom verses, & lastly, her Wallflower verses (+ link to a more in-depth description of my concept). I’m more than happy to create a verse that is compatible with your muse, let it be giving her a new modern occupation or adapting her to your muse’s universe (if you’ll be patient with my learning ) However, I’ll be applying her to new universes selectively because I’m not a fan of everything nor do I always have the energy/patience to invest in it.

hello it’s mz. hyde . undetermined // verse

~FANON VERSES~

HELL IS FOR CHILDREN . underground child // verse

a bright, curious, cross-dressing child who goes by the name “bailey” & gets into more trouble than her mother & older brother can handle. in attempt to control her behavior, risa lets her stay with a trusted doctor in town (former colleague of her late father) & he starts teaching her basic medicine & biology (which quickly turns into epidemiology come the shiganshina outbreak). she proves gifted with the material, a trait she shared with her father.

BIRD IN THE CAGE . underground citizen // verse

past adolescence, a teenage bel selectively relents to the feminine gender role designated by her mother as the small Zinone family works towards building a large enough fortune to buy surface citizenship. she does her homemaking & continues to pursue her medical apprenticeship while at home & in the clinic, but occasionally dons drag to explore the rest of the city under her family’s nose. when her brother enlists in the scouting legion for a vast sum of money (to those in poverty), he takes the light behind her eyes with him.

SLAVE TO THE GRIND . shiganshina citizen // verse 

a languid young adult who maintains a modest medical practice as well as helps with her mother’s homemaking business. she makes the occasional secret trip to scout hq to volunteer her medical expertise, where she momentarily rediscovers her lust for life.

TWIN ROSES . garrison soldier // verse 

giving up on her dreams following the year 845 fall of wall maria, bel dons twin roses & secretly composes her plans for 3dmg modifications. she lives a quiet, uneventful yet peaceful life with her mother & squad members.

LA GUILLOTINA . sentenced to scout // verse

having lost the majority of her squad during the year 850 battle of trost & committed murder to defend her mother during the retreat, bel finds herself with a accolade she detests, but would decide her fate as she faces her sentence

& TO DEATH WE SAY ; NOT TODAY . medical officer // main verse 

bel settles into the scouting regiment & lives out her dream of saving lives on the front lines. this verse leads up to the uprising arc.

FAMILIAR TASTE OF POISON . war criminal // verse

the uprising arc. forced to face the demons of her mother’s past as well as her legion being marked a criminal organization, she is also forced to come to terms with taking lives rather than saving them.

GRACE PERIOD . scout redemption // verse

this verse spans the time between the resolution of the uprising arc to her amputation. the scouts experience renewed glory as they return the rightful heir to the throne & prepare to reclaim shiganshina.

LA TRAVIATA . retiree // verse 

soon before the return to shiganshina, bel loses her foot to the leader of the underground mafia & is forced to retire from her military service. she departs for the snowy mountains of the north to research titan spinal fluid.

alternatively, she’s crushed by a boulder during one of the preparatory expeditions & amputates her foot to save her life either single-handedly or with the help of another soldier, i.e. yours?

LA RESORTA . amputee // verse

bel hangs up her lab coat & returns to her soldiers, where she comes to rediscover is where her heart lies.

RED SWANSONG . postwar // verse

paradis is clear of titans & the world is free of war. bel retires her military service for good & continues to care for the remaining military veterans while mourning the fallen. she dreams of settling with a family at this time.

~fanon divergent verses~

FELINE TITAN . shifter // verse

bel reawakens with the memories of a former queen who once ruled humanity before Paradisian allocation. her 10 meter titan is skinless, spotted, & sports long claws. [aimless meta]

AS ABOVE SO BELOW . noble // verse

instead of being born in the underground to a poor homemaker, bel’s born in the sina capitol to a rich socialite. she nonetheless dreams of becoming a scout soldier & practicing medicine like her father.

~modern verses~

CODE BLACK . emergency responder // main verse

as used in los angeles county hospital, “an influx of patients so great, there aren’t enough resources to treat them.”

G. O. M. E. R. YOU P. I. T. A. nurse // verse

nurse slang for “get out of my emergency room, you pain in the ass”

LIONESS . mother // verse

bel becomes a mother, let it be via adoption or a fertility miracle.

SO CLOSE ; AND STILL SO FAR . medical tech // verse

bel leaves medical school & lands a less than satisfying job

GLORY AND GORE . clinical doctor // verse

a cutthroat doctor who rose to her status by playing the game of the social ladder.

PRETTY HUGE DICHOTOMY . medical student // verse

bel studying for her phd & finding a stark divide between clinical & the average life.

BETA EPSILON LAMBDA . undergraduate student // verse

although not part of a sorority, the lack of social life experienced by this iteration could very much use a pledge.

VAGABOND . homeless // verse

after dropping out of high school, bel leaves her family & takes to the streets, convinced that she is better off on her own. she makes a living through stealing, odd jobs, & street performing.

YOU LOVE ME FOR EVERYTHING YOU HATE ME FOR . escort // verse

bel engages in transactional sex to survive.

RED LIGHTS PAID SIGHTS . sex worker // verse

cam girl, stripper, exotic dancer, nude model: bel engages in all these things & more, finding comfort in sensual attention.

SICK INDIVIDUAL . high school student // verse

a rebellious young woman spends her days challenging authority inside & outside the classroom while maintaining grades reflective of her interests.

IF IT AIN’T BROKE; IMPROVE IT . mechanical engineer // verse

rather than pursue medicine, bel finds a rewarding career in her other passions.

IT’S SUPPOSED TO HURT . personal trainer // verse

bel makes a living out of training others to thrive.

BODY LANGUAGE . professional dancer // verse

she started out as a street dancer before making her way through club after club & finally landing a contract with mainstream talent. belly dancing, burlesque, & pole work are her go-to styles.

~fantasy verses~

ABERRANT APOTHECARY . witch // verse

a life witch or necromancer? this woman manipulates the energies of life to do her bidding.

SEIS SEIS SEIS . concubus // verse

unbound by position & generally unaffected by a thirst for intercourse, this nonbinary asexual demon finds thrills elsewhere.

DON’T FALL ASLEEP AT THE HELM . merfolk // verse

a rather terrifying as opposed to conventionally beautiful mermaid, bel passes her time defending her territory & rummaging through shipwrecks

conversely, she’s an obnoxiously colorful mermaid that makes an easy target for predators

HURT LIKE HELL WHEN I FELL . angel // verse

bel’s an angel much like those from cw’s supernatural sans the dryness

SINGED FEATHERS . caladrius // verse

this magical bird takes blight unto herself & flies into the sun like a phoenix, dispelling the plague & curing her benefactor. feathers naturally sprout from various parts of her body. she uses a cloaking spell to appear human, but she nonetheless sheds feathers.

~crossover verses~

ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE TRUE WORLD . the115project // crossover verse

Commander 115′s army lands in Paradis & brings a new battlefront to the island (original multiverse concept from the115project)

FELINE FAUNUS . rwby // crossover verse

the transition from Paradis to Remnant brings out cheetah-like characteristics similar to her titan form her aforementioned fanon divergent verse. human skin with full body markings, ears & a body-length tail with fur

~other fandom verses~

MITOTIC REGENERATION . naruto // verse

a failed student of a legendary shinobi & excommunicated from her clan, bel wanders the ninja world in search of a way to revive her fallen brother as a missing nin from tsukigakure. she specializes in poison art jutsu, is developing her own version of mitotic regeneration, & agnostically practices jashinism.

GOLD DUST WOMAN . rwby // verse

subject to the discrimination of being a faunus, bel finds herself a member of the White Fang but begins to question whether their endeavors are really what’s best for her kind. her semblence is life transfer & manipulation while her weapons are dual-wield blades similar to those from her snk verse.

I WANT TO BE CONNECTED . sarazanmai // verse

bel, a fresh Wallflower devotee, soon throws herself at the mercy of the otters to save her brother, a police officer who died on duty. as punishment, she’s made to keep an eye out for kappa activity but maintains a dual relationship with those duties alongside her obligations as a Wallflower agent. she keeps her loyalties to the otters blurred while seeking to protect the sara trio as an undercover school nurse.

FAIRY; WHERE ARE YOU GOING? . fairy tail // verse

bel’s a caster mage from the Wallflower dark guild & specializes in disease & organic link magic

GRAND DUCHESS . anastasia // verse

anastasia (1997 film) plot inspired

FACE DOWN IN THE DIRT . fruits basket // verse

her work as an international Wallflower brings her to the Sohma clan, a hotbed of mysterious cries of abuse from its most closely guarded family members. quickly recognizing the fragility of the job, bel takes a much lower profile during her investigation. she takes on whatever role she must to get to the bottom of the sohma family curse & support its victims.

HALF GOD; HALF DEVIL . bnha // verse

[fandom verse profile]

THE DEAD SHALL SPEAK . atlus trauma team // verse

inspired by dr. naomi kimishima. bel’s a medical examiner that can hear a victim’s last words upon interacting with their body.

DANCING ON GRAVESTONES . dnd // verse

tiefling, bard, necromancer, commander of life energy & tells stories through percussion & dance. she uses magic to mask her tiefling features in order to escape prejudice & avoid scaring away her audience.

-wallflower verses-

BAD GIRLS’ WORLD . wallflower // main verse

[about] this verse traverses all universes, from fandom to modern to fantasy as well. i use it to designate her criminality/gang affiliation & the belief system she was raised in. whether or not she remains loyal to her cult (as well as the severity of the cult itself) will vary greatly by thread.

LA MADONNA HYDRANGEA . wallflower madame // verse

bel reigns over the wallflowers as madame, presiding over an immense, international criminal underworld.

[darkdoings]

— Sadistic Enigmas: Finale

Note: No real trigger warnings in this part . . . perhaps just foul language. So here you have it, the conclusion of this first short story. I will have all of the parts ( four in total ) tagged as Sadistic Enigmas on my blog. I really hope someone finds this enjoyable and like always if you see something that needs to be edited please let me know so that I can fix it straight away! Thank you! :)

                     For the span of a month, you had been involved with the police almost each day while they attempted to sort out the altercation that had occurred within your home on that fateful night. You had been advised by your murderous acquaintance to stick to your originally fabricated story – never faltering – through all of your inquisitions and by the end of the law-orientated ordeal you had emerged untainted with a criminal record. Normality had keenly entered your days soon thereafter and you had ungrudgingly embraced your rebirth of habitual life. You had even been grateful that the Night Stalker maintained his distance after the murder and for a couple months after the tribulation you had not seen or heard from him. All that remained as evidence from his visits were your memories, the healed scars from the wounds he had purposely inflicted upon you, and the knife that he had left behind.

                      You occasionally produced the knife from its hiding place in a drawer and you held it on the nights when you felt the most anxious while awaiting a possible visit from the Night Stalker. However, even of nights when you were certain he would come to you, he did not. You began to wonder if he had gotten bored of you and you also began to imagine him spending his time with other women that better suited his animalistic nature. In due time, all of your pondering had been halted as the media was suddenly celebrating the capture of Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker. You had finally been subjected to his name, his face, and his crimes while numerous & various sources of the news profiled the nefarious, American serial killer for weeks after his inevitable capture.

                      Through the days, weeks, months, and years of his incarceration & trial, you watched from afar as his case had developed. You had gathered the information regarding his complete undoing from newspaper articles and when snippets of courtroom footage was shown on televised news reports you were absolutely astonished with what you were seeing. Regret rose up and ultimately consumed you while the public was being informed of his dastardly offences; you were plagued with the guilt of not turning him into authorities sooner. You had ultimately pieced together - after it had been revealed to you - that the majority of his misdeeds had been committed in the months that he had stopped seeing you and some percentage of his crimes had began to weigh in on you.

                      Following the Night Stalker’s sentencing and final imprisonment at San Quentin, you were determined to safely socialize with him in the physical flesh after years of having no contact with one another. You believed you deserved some amount of closure and in the time you were convincing yourself to visit the prison you wondered if he would even remember you. During the three nights that he had come to you, darkness had shrouded the pair of you and there was the possibility that he had never before seen you properly.

                      By 1990, your long awaited plans to meet with Richard Ramirez had been set into motion and amongst the ebony-clad women in San Quentin’s lounging room you patiently sat. You received devilish sneers from the women who frequently visited the denounced serial killer and when tensions almost boiled over a correctional officer was always in attendance to diffuse any skirmishes. For the women to be grading one another as superior or inferior over affections from the lowliest scum of a serial killer was an enigma on its own and although you had secretly shared intimacy with such a monster you were perplexed why these women still longed for him. You suddenly shuddered at the thought of the serial killer fascination consuming the women in the room and coincidently you were reeled away from your perplexes once the intercoms announced your name.

                      The sound of your name resounded and the echo created by the announcer’s voice diffracted off of the walls to carry your name a short ways through the prison’s walls. You rose from where you had been stoically seated and the correctional officer who had been surveying the room kindly offered to escort you to the visitation center. Together, the pair of you navigated the maze-like halls of the prison and once he escorted you inside of the visiting room your eyes immediately found Richard Ramirez. You hastily offered sincerest gratitude for the officer’s guidance & protection and subsequent to his farewell you made your way towards Ramirez.

                      With one foot in front of the other, you approached the tanned male who sat silently at his own table and in maintaining the ominous silence you pulled up an additional chair to the table before sitting opposite to him. His visage illuminated with the familiar expression of amusement and while you got comfortable in your chair he neatly folded his cuffed hands atop one another. It was relieving for you to see his hands out in the open to ensure no harm would fall unto you and in contrast you rested your hands on your lap while drumming your fingertips along your thigh. You were nervous and you were searching for something to say to initiate a conversation with him; however, he was still capable of sensing your anxieties and to spare you the task of speaking first, he began,

                      “Now there is a face I haven’t seen for a long time.”

                      “Ye—” You squeaked before accidentally getting choked up as a result of your clearly evident agitation.

                      Richard’s full lips turned up in a small smirk while he rolled his eyes before shaking his head and allowing you a second chance at speaking.

                      “Start again.”

                      Initially, you pursed your lips together and took a deep breath before parting your lips in an attempt to speak again, “I was trying to say that yes, it has been a very long time. I wasn't sure if I should have come to see you at all. With everything that has happened, you know.”

                      “Once a groupie, always a groupie.”

                      “I was never a groupie to begin with. Yes, I clearly remember you calling me territory, not a groupie. Territory is on a higher pedestal than a groupie, right?”

                      His expression of amusement continued to flourish following your comment and he even chuckled in good humour, “I suppose that you are right. And I also suppose that my territory wants to be returned to me?”

                      “No, that’s not at all why I here—”

                      “Then why are you here?”

                      “Closure.”

                      “Closure?” he repeated in an inquisitive manner.

                      You nodded.

                      “What the fuck do you want me to say to that?” he retorted in a moderately raised voice before quieting down to avoid arousing further attention from the several officers monitoring the room, “You want me to say something like you were special to me? No, no. You weren't. You said it yourself. You’re fucking territory.”

                      “ . . . Was territory.” You quietly uttered.

                      “What?”

                      “I said I was territory.” You repeated and shrugged your shoulders, “As far as I am concerned, while you are in here, I am no one’s property. Everything you thought you had has been surrendered to the law. That is the punishment for committing crimes.”

                      “Alleged crimes.” Richard corrected with a false mask of innocence, “Some other dude did it.”

                      You nodded in agreement for the sake of prolonging your visit and even added a wink, “Right. Alleged. How silly of me to condemn a man who is already condemned.”

                      Appearing as if he was processing your words, his dark eyes stared at you and you stared back. His infamous, sinister smirk returned to his countenance and while you both stared at one another he proceeded to sigh heavily while reclining back into his chair. Across his chest, he crossed his slender appendages and he brought one leg up to rest on his other leg’s knee before continuing the conversation,

                      “Closure.” He mused aloud and narrowed his dark brows, “It was sure a quiet month for the media when I met you, wasn’t it?”

                      “And . . . ?”

                      In response to your obvious ignorance, he instantaneously altered his positioning again and leaned forward to speak in barely audible whisper for your ears only, “Think of all the people you indirectly saved by spending and wasting your time with me. Three nights in one month, you saved people because I was distracted with you. For an entire month, no murders. That’s your closure.”

                      “Why me?”

                      He laughed at your inquiry, “Why not?”

                      “Richard,” you interjected by saying his name aloud for the first time and continuing on in a hushed voice, “You told me you wanted to paint my floor with my blood. What stopped you?”

                      “Your swear on Satan. I told you this a long time ago—”

                      “I don’t believe you. I think you made up your mind long before I swore on Satan. What stopped you?”

                      “Like I said before, if you are waiting for me to say you were special to me than you are wasting your time.” Ramirez explained while adverting his gaze and suddenly busying himself with fidgeting with the cuffs that bound together his thin wrists, “I mean, sure, you were one of the few I left alive. But you were not special. I used you and you did not even know it.”

                      “Used me how?”

                      “Your humility. Your sympathy. Your willingness to give a second chance.” Richard answered while keeping his gaze lowered as if he was embarrassed, “I never had much of it growing up. And when I wanted it, I forced it out of you. I got what I wanted.”

                      “Then if you wanted to be treated in such a way, why did you stop coming back?”

                      Again, he laughed and ascended his gaze, “Because I didn’t want you to lose what I wanted from you. I realized that I was tainting your good nature. For fuck’s—”

                      He briefly paused to avoid allowing his anger get the best of him and you granted him a moment of silence to recompose himself.

                      “You were sick seeing the murder of someone who would have hurt you. That sort of innocence . . . it’s rare. I had my innocence taken and you don’t want to know what that’s like. I spared you because you spared me some sympathy.”

                      Without warning you leaned in close, extended your arm out to him, and your small hand touched his larger & handsomely tanned hand, “I’m sorry, Richard, and thank you.”

                      No further words from him were necessary and he nodded before promptly reeling away from your warm touch. You simultaneously inched away from him as well and you watched him as he reclined back into his chair once again. Although his eyes were now focused elsewhere, you could still see the coldness in his gaze and this time you were able to sense that his role in the conversation had ended. Your legs pushed you up to erect your posture and in preparation to leave you pushed your chair in under the table. As you turned to leave, he spoke up one final time,

                      “If you still got that knife, you ought to know I won’t be coming back to get it and I don’t want you coming back ever again to give it back. Maybe you could sell it. I am something of a celebrity these days, someone is bound to pay good money for it.” He advised and concluded with a final chuckle, “Or maybe I misjudged you and there is some form of a ‘Night Stalker’ in you, too. In that case, by all means, keep it. Repeat not the errors of the Night Prowler and show no mercy.”

                      “I’m sure I will figure something out.” You reassured, looked over your shoulder, and waved him farewell, “See you in Disneyland, Night Stalker.”                                                                   —— For eternity you're a part of me.

[officialnaturalnatures-blog]

The Futility of Violence

In a world where the average human is either plagued by being within a world of constant violence and war or is constantly being bombarded with the imminence of being forcibly dragged into such a state, I think it is time we discuss why all this fighting is entirely pointless.

I have a feeling that I am not alone in this realization. Most of the humans I have had the opportunity to speak with see that conflict rarely produces any positive outcome, and even if there is some positive outcome to be noted, the greater result is negative. So why then do we seem to live in a society that craves war, fighting, and conflict? For you warmongers and proponents of violent resistance, the following discussion is going to appear to be insulting, but it is not meant to be. In fact, I am grateful to your mindset, because it was essential to our early evolution, but now I’d like to reason that it might be time for a change. Through a tracing of logical conclusions, perhaps you will be able to see and understand the need for a new kind of evolution. Of course, when feeling battered, you will want to point out the holes and real-world cases where my logic would fail. Feel free to leave these observations and complications as comments below, and I would be happy to engage in civilized logical debate with you.

Now, back to the question, why does our society seem to crave war, fighting, and conflict? The answer is quite simple, the need to protect and uplift oneself through violence is an early evolutionary trait of the human psyche. It comes down to the reasoning of “fight or flight” present in every species that my mind can currently think of. This will lead some to think that violence is legitimized, but read that again, it is an early form of evolutionary thought. It is derived from a simple way of thinking that predisposes one to the belief that the life currently being lived is the beginning and ending of all existence. Further and higher thought begins to reject this possibility.

The world and universe exists on a timescale that makes the mortal human existence nearly insignificant. To think that existence can therefore be measured through the frail reality of a mortal life is a faulty conclusion and is based in faulty anthropocentric thought. Higher thought begins to recognize greater patterns: “my lifespan is insignificant compared to the span of human existence; human existence is insignificant compared to the existence of mammalian creatures; the mammalian existence is insignificant in comparison to the existence of reptilian creatures; on and on goes life until the existence of organic life pales in consideration to the existence of the physical universe.” This line of higher thought continues, eventually leading to the assertion that consciousness is beyond physical and exists in a place “out of time.” Life is simply an embodiment of consciousness in a physical and time structured existence. Death can only be the release of consciousness from these bounds. Therefore, death is not an issue to be concerned about.

As one can see, higher thought brings one to realize that there is no need to emphasize the prolonging of the physical existence. If there is no reason to prolong the physical existence, there is never a need to fight or kill in order to prolong this existence. Those unevolved thoughts that say there is a need to kill come from the acceptance of the idea that physical existence is the be all and end all of one’s universe. (It is strange that those who put the highest value on their own life are those quickest to discard other lives.) Remove that obstacle of thought, and there is no longer any way to legitimize violence as a form of protection.

Religion in its higher form is an effort to teach people this principle of the futility of preservation of the physical self, so that peace may be realized. Unfortunately, there is a lower form of religion that introduces an argument of higher thought to legitimize violence to a more conscious being. You see, this lower form of religion brings in the idea that there is only a single truth, and that this truth must be defended even unto death, or through murder and violence. This form of violence sees that the length of a human life is rather insignificant, but that ideas can long outlive a single mortal life. If someone feels as if the truth he/she holds is universal and immutable, then that truth must outlive the individual so all others can have access to it, even if it means enforcing it through violence and murder.

This strategy for creating violence is used with political and financial ideologies as well. We see this with the immense number of “holy wars” the U.S. has been involved in since the end of World War II—wars to end any government that did not fit the “ideal democracy” that the U.S. created (which is faulty in even calling the U.S. a democracy since we live in a republic, not a democracy). This desire to instill ideology will probably be what leads to World War III unless the current world leaders can learn to evolve their own intellectual understandings. For the higher truth--the one that can realize peace and live kindly with a whole world of different organisms--will not and cannot fight. This is a direct interference with the higher philosophy. For this reason, the evolution of man moves very slowly, for those who are evolved will speak, but they will not fight, leading to their own deaths and the progression of a lower mindset.

Many may stand up and say, “Well, if you reach such a level of intellectual evolution, shouldn’t it be your duty to fight to live and spread that evolution?” No, because evolution must happen naturally, and to commit the act against which one is preaching is to be a hypocrite and to have one’s entire message fold in upon itself. This is a truth that has led me to craft an aphorism: “There is truth worth dying for, but never truth worth killing for.”

All of what has preceded is theoretical discussion, but now let us see how this philosophy could change things in the world we see today. First and foremost is the issue of terrorism. There are many (especially in the U.S.) that feel terrorism is something that must be met with violence. This is clearly a false conclusion, as can be seen by the growth of terrorist groups rather than the diminishing of them since the beginning of the “War on Terror” in 2001. This is because violence engenders violence. If a cause feels that it must be violent in order to get attention, it will be violent to get attention. If that violence is solely bemoaned and pitied and in all other ways ignored, then there is very little feeling of justice among the members of that group to continue with violence, for clearly the violence did not produce results. However, if a violent act is met with greater violence and militarism, then people outside of the cause will begin to pity and associate with the struggles of the cause, swelling the ranks of people supporting it.

We also face issues with gang and drug violence. The drug violence is caused by a government being unwilling to control and distribute certain substances based on perceived ideas of truth, and making laws that run in this same order. (Government can then exacerbate the problem by providing drug rings with the drugs for street markets, thereby increasing the size of the industry and violence associated with it as was the case with the CIA and cocaine in the 80’s.) When trapping any living thing and pushing it into a corner one can expect to receive violence in return, this is because of those basic “fight or flight” instincts. Take away the choice of flight and the only remaining choice is to fight. Many street drugs addle the brain and reduce it to basic instincts as well, so it would make sense to try and ban them, but if they are existent within a person’s system addiction kicks in, which pushes one to violent measures to obtain the drug. The answer becomes finding a way to provide and regulate it, take the customers from illegal street gangs that use violence to compete and put the source in hands that know how to operate in a more evolved manner.

Another issue within the violent gang lifestyle is that when subjected to violence an individual is likely to revert back to early evolutionary thinking. The way the world currently deals with these communities caught in a loop of violence is to send in armed cops that are themselves fallible and capable of returning to violence when met with violence. Give them armaments and send them into a violent situation and they are—more likely than not—just going to become part of the problem rather than a solution to it. Send in a bunch of friendly, unarmed people talking about peace and love and there may be some violent reaction, some people may die, but with an elevated form of consciousness life is already impermanent, but the change provoked by seeing violence met by nothing but peace and tears is transformative to most living creatures. The point being that violence cannot and will not diminish violence, and so a violent solution cannot even be placed on the table.

From the most macro to now the smallest microcosm, psychotic breaks in individuals (often induced by unmonitored and unregulated drug use) can lead to sudden bursts of violence. An event like this can lead people to react in anger, demanding the revoking of guns or the purchasing of more guns. Does this anger do anything aside from spread the psychosis of violence into a greater expanse of people? It makes sense to mourn and to wonder. In fact, if the wondering is followed by an investigation into the background of the individual to see what may have caused the psychotic break, then the wondering could lead to finding ways to prevent such psychotic breaks in the future. But for psychosis to be met with thoughts of anger and lashing out with violent words or acts at those who believe differently than the self will make it impossible for evolution or progression to be achieved.

We are at an age where, per capita, there is less violence than there has ever been, despite the pervasiveness of violent language between unevolved leaders. It was only a couple hundred years ago when most people had some experience in a gun or sword duel, now there exist those who may have never even been punched before. At this incredible juncture, are we going to support the growth of violence by supporting unevolved thinkers who currently have power and their desires to start war, or are we instead going to demand greater levels of peace than we are currently experiencing?

It is still a personal choice. There can only be information given from those that promote peace, there can be no militaristic, fascistic, or unkind way of promoting peace, only the proposal of the idea and the hope for its acceptance. You now should have all the tools necessary to realize that the promotion of war is to be unevolved in thought. The choice should be easy: evolution and peace, or devolution and violence.

 P.S. There are many jumps in reasoning in this blog post, mainly because a few of the interim assumptions would take a book long discourse to prove in a conclusive manner. Also, I am going to start the troubling of my own proposition: one of the most difficult instances to choose peace and Love over violence would be the perpetration of violence against a person that you loved, especially when that person is still left alive to deal with the consequences wrought on the physical form. In these moments I think I would snap. It goes back to that creation and allowance of a culture of violence that would allow the act to happen in the first place.