Silence is Censorship
December 18, 2010
Silence is both ‘golden and dark’! Like fire, it can keep one warm, and provide heat for food, or destroy. Love heals, provides nurturing and security, but when short of it’s potential, can be misused to cause great pain. Life has a ‘preemptive’ delete button with which one has the choice to inconsiderately initiate, and maintain silence with even family, and ones loved in the heart. Silence has the energy to put out the fires of all communication, and leave love empty for endless wounds.
Silence can be selfish and unthoughtful. Silence destroys bridges to friendships. Silence is to turn the lights out on another’s light that can dwindle to memories of the heart that begin to fade in time. Silence living in the light blesses all around, like a golden glow it’s words touch from heart to heart without words. Initiating a silence that shuns communication, leaves another’s heart with silent tears for times of joy.
Silence of a culture or country, either muffled by government censorship or silence of the masses, is a ‘censorship’ that kills freedoms. Not long ago when Hitler rose with the Nazi’s to terrorize the world where tens of million, and more were put to a hellacious death, a gap was present between the busy populace and rising technology in the hands of the corrupt to dominate human freedoms. Today, that same situation exists far, far more serious between technological developments (many hidden) and human’s too busy to protest against government and media manipulations of censorship. There is a famous poem by Pastor Martin Niemöller’s, First they came…, his cry of protest against those Germans who did nothing to stop the Nazi rise to power, and who stood by as the Nazis purged group after group of “undesirables” in their country. Here’s the original version in German, followed by the English translation: ? When the Nazis came for the communists,? I remained silent;? after all I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,? I remained silent;? after all I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,? I did not speak out;? after all I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for me,? there was no one left to speak out.
Know when silence is golden, and when to exercise your voice with awareness, discernment, love and compassion. Arhata