Where Hope Fails Despair will Serve

[a poem by   ~burning woman~   ]

There, I’ve shown you:
No hope, no hope left
Not for you, not for them.
Your children are dying
Don’t you see?
Are you blind?
I’ve taken away every strand
Of your pitifully weak hope
And what can you do now
But admit my power,
And bow to the inevitable,
To me?

She looks upon her foe
As he gloats over her,
She turns and stares ahead
At a land stretching before her tired eyes
Dark, menacing, parched, dead.
She hears the incomprehensible,
The language of the damned
As tortured screams
Rise from places she cannot name.

She looks down at the children
Cowering at her bloody feet
Whimpering, hungry, frightened,
Shivering in their bits of rags;
Her own clothes in no better shape.
She feels the hollowness
Of her own body and tired mind
Dragging her down to yield,
To sleep and to forget.

This must be the end
She reasons once again,
And I’ve been misled,
Lied to, to take this way
Try to lead the children
And find a way of escape:
I cannot go further.
I have nothing left.

Her enemy laughs again.
You’re done then, hey?
Say yes, give up, give up!

“No!” she says to his face,
Her cracked lips bleeding:
This isn’t our end,
This is our beginning.
Hope there may no longer be;
No comfort may be waiting
When we walk from here
But know this:
Where hope fails, as it must,
There is always despair.

Rousing the children
She leads them into the darkness:
We shall not be his slaves
She tells them,
Let death take us then
If that’s how it must be.
But it wasn’t death that waited there,
It was freedom earned
From courage to say “No,”
Taking that last resolute step
Where he could never follow.


30 thoughts on “Where Hope Fails Despair will Serve

  1. Lisa R. Palmer

    “Where hope fails, there is always despair…”

    A double-edged sword to be sure. For certainly despair rises in the absence of hope, but in this case it leads to salvation as well. All it takes is the courage of your convictions (read stubbornness), and a willingness to sacrifice your self to escape the relative comfort and predictability of slavery…

    Hmm… Perhaps it’s time to fall on that sword after all… 🙂

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      We can deliberately fall on it and end the game, or it will continue to embed itself in us, crippling us beyond recovery. I’m thankful now that I chose the former, lo these many years ago. Now joy and sorrow (non-attached forces) have replaced the weak forces of hope, love and faith. Now when I walk, I’m not stepping through some else’s field of dreams. We step off into the unknown never to return, or we stay “safe” with no life but what we’re allowed to have.

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        It only seems a choice if we insist on continuing to live in lies, delusions, misdirection, i.e., basic human selfishness. To fall on the sword is to kill the selfish little person so the real being can finally rise and evolve. My take. Thanks for the dialogue, Lisa.

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  2. Rosaliene Bacchus

    A powerful poem, Sha’Tara.

    “Let death take us then / If that’s how it must be.”
    ~ When faced with death, we either flee into the dark unknown, risking our lives and joining millions of refugees, or we stay in our homeland and fight back. We see this playing out all over the world where corporations threaten our water supply; where violence takes the lives of our children; where bombs destroy our homes and livelihood. The list goes on.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      The Earthian “human” race is being forced into a crucible. Here it will be ground into powder and either perish utterly or reinvent itself from its own shards. To reinvent itself it will have to reject everything it’s believed in, and been taught, as representing the power to go forward. That power was a lie; the power of death. Man’s forces are all forces of death, from his great patriarchal “One God” religions, his patriarchal ruling structures and his patriarchal economies – soon to be but one Economy. People have to learn that “oneness” is death. Collective force is death. Why? Apart from the fact of history which is undeniable, all collectives are wide open to take over by psychopathy. They attract psychopaths. When Earthians learn to take responsibility for themselves individually and stop creating more collectives to achieve short-term ends; when they realize the necessity of self-empowerment, that’s when the species reinvents itself and moves away from every single aspect of power currently in vogue. A sardonic person would say, “good luck with that.”


  3. We come from dreams ~

    Years ago I was given my choice – stay where I was or leap into the Abyss.
    I jumped, now I’m here.
    Powerful, powerful, powerful, something the Matrix cannot comprehend – or apprehend.


  4. Woebegone but Hopeful

    Strong and evocative.
    I like the fact that at the end of the day, despite all of ‘his’ posturing, he can’t stop them.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Roger. One thinks of the power of evil which is greater than just killing… “for why fear those who, having destroyed the body can do no more?” One thinks about the tens of thousands of daily helpless beings driven beyond hope to despair by war, disease, famine who come to our consciousness not as real individual beings but as waves of discomfort, of guilt, of bile in the throat – or at least that is how it is for those of us who have become empathic and must live with this constant awareness. Where do they go, these victims of patriarchal oppression, much of it sourcing from “our” own governments and out-of-control banksters and corporate billionaire kleptocrats? There are the oppressors, we all know who they are – the status quo, the power that kills hope, and there are the oppressed, and no one really knows who they are beyond “collateral damage” and the world is shrinking, squeezing out the middle cushion of sated consumers and one wonders, which side am I on now that I can’t live in the middle anymore? Do I continue to serve the rich, or do I jump into the land of despair with the condemned millions?

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      1. Woebegone but Hopeful

        A good analogy of a problem faced by us all Sha’ Tara.
        After a long time in UK public service (some of us tried to do some good) I am very much inured in the notion that all is flux. That there is nothing which can be separated into certain divisions and so I move in and out realms, trying to be aware of what is going on and hoping I can do some good for some folk along the way.
        At its most basic I try and survive in mind, body and spirit for my family and look for light where I can.
        Probably not the most constructive of plans, but after all these years, it works (sort of).


      2. Woebegone but Hopeful

        Way-back in one of those tough times we all know.
        I was working in an office with a guy about twenty years my senior and who had been up and then down on the ladder.
        He asked me how I was that day, I replied in grim humour ‘Oh y’know. Surviving’. He fixed me with ‘a look’ and said, softly ‘Survival is Good’.
        Works for me


      1. The Grateful Dead

        That is true. The same words may mean something else on another day. So verbal communication is confusing and with more and more people resorting to virtual world, non verbal communication is not happening. So how do you really say what you mean and have it understood as such?


      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        You open your heart, allow for the limitations of the tool being used and… just “love” the people expressing their lives this way. We’re connecting and I think that is at the core of it. Too soon I fear, our internet will be taken away and we need to remember these connections, not the words, not the stories but each other in a kind of solidarity of thoughts and feelings… well I’ll stop now before I get completely tangled up and blush redder than my coffee cup on my left laughing at me. Thanks for the exchange… it’s super good.

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      3. The Grateful Dead

        I like what you said. We’re living in a parallel universe anyways aren’t we? What with the virtual reality allowing one to fix the aspects of their lives they don’t like. Also, when we move on to the next plane, only memories remain. Let the cups and saucers laugh…they deserve it after all the heat they suffer! 🙂


      4. Sha'Tara Post author

        Parallel universe or whatever we can reason it to be. I live in an infinite cosmos, made up of infinite aspects of life, including infinite numbers of universes, infinite pathways and choices. What choices I make now, today, based on series of inputs will entail consequences for me and others. As I develop my mind to comprehend this mind-filled cosmos, I learn responsibility and grow into higher and higher orders of humanity and intelligence. Of course I can choose not to accept responsibility for my thoughts and acts, in which case the consequences will be that I will continue to experience mindless tragedy and commit stupid selfish acts which will cause harm to me and others thus preventing life as we know it here from evolving. The whole thing is mind-boggling but doesn’t have to become overwhelming: we are designed to figure it out… if we want to.


      5. The Grateful Dead

        That’s very Zen. I feel that if one chooses not to accept responsibility for one’s actions it’s as good as throwing a bowling ball in the crowd. Everybody gets hurt. Do you believe in the blue blood race? Or the evolution to superhumans?


      6. Sha'Tara Post author

        Excellent analogy with the bowling ball. Do I believe “in” the blue blood race? I don’t believe “in” it, I know it exists, and I know such a race was here, on earth, until not so long ago. The “blue blood” or “Anunnaki” were the aliens which the first Earth humans, from whom they were cloned or “created” called their gods. They came from space, some from a planet called “Nibiru” which is still sought after today. The “ancient aliens” artifact found all over this world attest to the fact that these space farers not only were here, but they had amazing technology.
        They were also very warlike and fought nuclear wars on this planet. Nuked areas are still evident today. The blue blood idea permeated man’s early thinking and the Earthian royal races have always referred to themselves as “blue blood” in an attempt to claim direct descent from the Anunnaki – and for all I know some of those royal lines may well be descendants of the “gods” because it is also known (though vehemently denied by evolutionists) that the “gods” after cloning Earthian females had intercourse with them and children called the Nephilim were born from these unions. These Nephilims would have been of mixed, blue and red blood, the red blood being native to planet Earth. It’s a long story but well worth delving into seriously. Part of the “consequences” aspect of life on earth is connected to this ancient history. If people, particularly the younger generations want to get serious about solving their massive religious, social and economic problems, they need to get serious about studying and understanding their deliberately hidden history.

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      7. Sha'Tara Post author

        There is much material available now, but the best research done remains the work of Zecharia Sitchin, beginning with “The 12th Planet” and “The Earth Chronicles” then “The Wars of Gods and Men.” There are also website on this topic, information there to be taken with a large dose of salt.

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      8. We come from dreams ~

        As always, you’ve given of your wisdom. The teacher comes when most needed.


      9. Sha'Tara Post author

        Teaching is a two-way street, always. That’s why “education” as done institutionally does not, and will never, work. A tiny bit of brainwashing sticks in the mind/brain, but for all practical purpose it’s a complete and criminal waste of young life energy. I could say much more on that, but that’s all the time I have right now. Thanks for all the comments!


  5. Sha'Tara Post author

    Sorry, more: reminds me of the story, “The Chrysalids” by John Windham. (Penguin books, 1958) I’m always hoping we are heading that way – telepathy. Communicating with each other past languages, in thought-forms that our minds can translate as we need.



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