It is an eye opening experience to see the world “over there” through your photos and words. Living in truth is painful, indeed .. and particularly profound when looking back at the times we all have spent playing “inside the charade” of our lives. I cannot fully participate with many I know from the past, either. When you know, it just changes things. Sad and oddly comforting, at the same time. I’m thankful to walk the watchful, lonely & mournful path of truth. We will live to see miraculous change, I believe. Thank you, Martin. Grand New Year ahead, I pray.
More than your heart can bear... My sadness over this last fake holiday is so deep I don't know that I'll ever recover. Most truthers still participated in "xmas" but I couldn't, so there again another step away from everything. I wonder if street lads like your friends here have less sadness than us as they had fewer expectations of everything. That's all I'm hoping for now , is less sadness. Just less sadness.
I appreciate the comments of each dear soul and experience your messages like a letter from an old friend, Your images speak volumes as does your writing,
Yes, sad.
There is community in those who saw through the BS, in the most unlikely of places.
Truth community is everywhere, underneath the BS community.
Thank you Martin. Love your poverty walking. Those folks deserve better, and hopefully will be getting it . . . . .
It is an eye opening experience to see the world “over there” through your photos and words. Living in truth is painful, indeed .. and particularly profound when looking back at the times we all have spent playing “inside the charade” of our lives. I cannot fully participate with many I know from the past, either. When you know, it just changes things. Sad and oddly comforting, at the same time. I’m thankful to walk the watchful, lonely & mournful path of truth. We will live to see miraculous change, I believe. Thank you, Martin. Grand New Year ahead, I pray.
More than your heart can bear... My sadness over this last fake holiday is so deep I don't know that I'll ever recover. Most truthers still participated in "xmas" but I couldn't, so there again another step away from everything. I wonder if street lads like your friends here have less sadness than us as they had fewer expectations of everything. That's all I'm hoping for now , is less sadness. Just less sadness.
You are a precious soul, Martin. I’m honored to read your writings. Thank you for your transparency and love.
As the curtain comes down the lights come up...and you see where you are...for better and worse. Now, it's time to find your way.
All by design too.
I appreciate the comments of each dear soul and experience your messages like a letter from an old friend, Your images speak volumes as does your writing,
Sending love and sharing hope across the miles...
Thank you Martin for your vivid display of humanities truth. Pictures and thoughts shared by you are profound. Sending love and Blessings to all.
Having "seen", we cannot un-see it!!! Having experienced it; we cannot un-experience it!! It will be interesting to see how all this unfolds!! ;-)