I've painfully learned over and over,
@mumstheword , after becoming increasingly aware of SO many things that I thought I already knew enough about, or didn't even need to know about, which was a result of having a shit load of time on my hands due to severe illnesses, that most folks don't want to hear these things from me, and already have a pre-conceived notion about which sources are acceptable and wouldn't dare look at anything outside of those neat little boxes.
Most especially if my delivery of it feels or comes across as confrontational/overpowering to them and their beliefs/choices/mindset/etc. Which I feel is often how things come across when shared online vs. in real life. We automatically assign our own emotions/tones as to how we imagine them telling us something vs. how it's truly meant to be, at times. I've been called "militant" more than once when all I felt was strong compassion for others and was super passionate about what I'd learned.
I very clearly remember many times before making drastic discoveries and changes in my own life that when I was presented with opposite views of certain things that I had been heavily programmed/educated/convinced by various authority figures to believe as being factual/acceptable/etc., I, too, became defensive, put walls up, would shut down, and would quickly dismiss the messenger and the message.
I personally still get major creepy crawlies when I hear the word "pray", as it reminds me of the supposedly truly righteous beings of days gone by who would "prey" upon me and others and abuse us in many ways. Where was that so-called god dude and his believers when I needed him/them the most? All they did was accuse me of asking for what I got and didn't help. My head knows they mean well, but my heart remembers the pain.
I had to change the word god to mean something different to me so it didn't make me feel nauseous anymore. To me, it's now just an abbreviation to mean grateful observation daily. Still working on the p word. Although it isn't ever easy to innerstand how others can't see some things, or express no interest in even wanting to, it actually makes a lot of sense why it happens that way, as it seems to be exactly the way it was all designed. Language can often complicate more than it helps.
My biggest lessons, thus far, were/are mainly based in the food arena since that was the root of much of my suffering at the time (and earlier in life via uncertainty of where my next meal was coming from, using food as emotional support and security, etc.), and as a result of overnight drastic emergent lifestyle changes I made via the ER. I was finally able to regain and recover so much of my health that the professionals had told me to just get used to not having anymore, and that many of them had made
much worse via their suggested methods, medications, and interventions.
I was
so f'n sure everyone I knew and loved would excitedly want to know what I did and how I did it so they, too, would know how to help themselves and experience major relief, as many of them suffered very similar ills. I was even more sure they'd want to know after connecting the dots regarding how animals are treated in factory farms, as well as the humans who work in them, and such, and how those energies are absorbed by our bodies just as much as the flesh and by-products are. I'd share actual footage of the behind the scenes so they could see for themselves, since that part is hidden from plain sight and marketed as them being happy and shit, but folks dropped like flies out of my life after that.
I had/have so many so-called animal lovers in my life who would fight tooth and nail for and dearly love on a couple preferred domesticated species while happily and continually paying to have other species enslaved, abused, exploited, neglected, forcibly impregnated over and over, and eventually killed for them to be on the end of their forks/in their coffee, ice cream, cereal/on their sandwich/etc.. But they were/are okay with that as long as they didn't have to see or hear about the process, and would call me harsh names for even thinking about bringing it to their attention.
It still sickens me to the core to see/hear/read the blind hypocrisy around every corner from folks who I know have huge hearts and are otherwise very intelligent. But it is inescapable and arrives in my face
everyday, some how, some way. I had to reel in my desire to frequently and passionately share what I had learned and directly experienced and change my approach to simply living what I'd learned and so greatly benefited from, instead, to preserve my own sanity. I try to only share if asked, but that's really hard to do at times.
I now choose to speak to the animals and apologize to them on behalf of the human race rather than trying to approach more humans. I still plant seeds of hard-learned knowledge every chance I get, because that's just how I'm wired. More compassionate, albeit blatantly factual delivery, minus expectations of actually achieving a connection or results of any kind feels much kinder to my nervous system, and that's all I actually have any control over.
The fragrance scene is another avenue that I often feel completely lost/defeated in when trying to share the personal severe health affects I, and many others, experience that could easily take my/their life, but most others simply view it as "good hygiene" and refer to me as being "too sensitive", "a delicate snowflake", etc..
I was self-isolating, wearing special face masks, getting looked at like I was a nut job for wearing it, and keeping my distance daily due to an invisible "monster" way before it was mandated or strongly suggested by government and medical officials. The monster I actively have to avoid isn't regulated or recognized by the alphabet agencies or medical arena and is highly profitable for several industries.
The ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) recognizes it as a disability, but only if you're an employee, not if you're a patient/client/etc. trying to access services in places like medical offices and such. But still, I don't find much, if any, understanding or compassion from others as the scent of disinfectants/hand sanitizers/scented soaps/etc. fill the air more than ever now.
But anyway, sorry for rambling on, as I tend to do. I get it. I feel your pain in many ways, I think. Not sure there will ever be a moment of everyone "being on the same page" of anything all at once, being as how actively so many are working towards division. If I could choose one page, I think it would be one that has both kindness and compassion on it. Maybe one day. Meanwhile, I can only choose it for myself and hope the ripple effect is felt by those who feel my energetic presence.