True2ThaHatchet

True2ThaHatchet
The Celestine Vision
I read this book and I wanted to pass the knowlege it gave me onto the juggalos! The book is called The Celestine Prophecy! I could tell you a lot about it but I couldn't even touch it the way James Redfield does. I will tell you it's about a spiritual awakening that is occuring worldwide. It's the first in a so far three part series of books with the word of a fourth to come. I really don't want to touch on it too much here cuz it's all right here at his own site! If you don't like to read or can't ever seem to get thru a whole book I'd highly recomend reading the, so far, eleven celestine insights on that website! Keep the faith! MCL!

What's going on?
What's going on in the online juggalo world? I see a lot of shit talkers online. Even so called juggalos hating on each other, talking shit about ninjas and artists! They've missed the point of what Psychopathic is about! It's about family! It's about finding love in a world full of hate!
We must all learn to accept our differences of opinion and character, and learn to live together. We must escape this programmed hate!!!
Now on this site we tend to talk about the Dark Carnival like it is it's own religion. In a way I guess it could be. I personally believe it is a combo of all religions and faiths, Christian, Jewish, muslem, Native American or even just personal feeling! In my opinion all religion is right if it promotes peace and love, not hate! When you really look at all the known religions they all say the same things in different ways! Even if you're athiest I feel we can or at least should all be able to agree that life is not about destruction!

Where Are The Buffalo-Gone
The Great Chief in Washinton sends word that he wishes to buy our land. How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people...There is no place in the white man's cities, no place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frog around the pond at night. The whites too shall pass-perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in you own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view to the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the eagle? Gone. Where is th buffalo? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival.
Chief seattle to President Franklin Pierce, 1855
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