Hatreds Ultimate Expression as Division
Beloveds, today we speak and teach on Love and Hatred—on their roots, their fruits, and their final destinations. We do this in our bizarre yet sincere fashion, as lived theology of the heart mounted upon the Rock, offered freely as gift and testimony. We speak of Love and its extension, and we also speak of Hatred, its inferior counterpart. Love’s ultimate expression is unity. Hatred’s ultimate expression is division—unity only when united toward destruction or toward sowing further division.
We have spoken at length on Love, and we are loathe to turn our gaze toward the lesser, yet testimony requires it. So we speak of division and the soul corrupted by hatred, whose final end is isolated terror. Hatred begins as a seed planted in the heart, often in the fertile soil of childhood neglect, or in being raised on screens instead of presence. We cannot teach this without naming our own guilt: we abandoned our daughter once out of weakness of character. We are stained by that truth, and yet that very truth now testifies. Hatred is sown through neglect, through the absence of the love that anchors identity.
Hatred begins when the young perceive a lack in their internal worth, when innocence tells them life should have offered more. It grows from a wrong suffered and left to stew because of pride, stubbornness, or simple intractability. It begins as a brushed-off dislike, never examined, then grows into disdain reenacted repeatedly in the theatre of the mind. Soon it becomes disgust, barely contained, whispered in parking lots over a stolen spot. Then a lie slips in from the Divider: “That guy is just like the other guy.” Unresolved hatred, sparked by anger and poorly controlled rage, moves toward confrontation.
And this is only one side. What if the other person is equally wounded, equally unable to let go, equally brimming with unexamined hatred? Then hatred meets hatred, anger meets anger, and self-ignorance meets self-ignorance. Escalation follows—verbal first, then physical, and finally terminal, unless Love intervenes with mercy’s restraining hand. Hatred’s ultimate expression is division, and division carried to completion is death—death apart from Love, apart from Life itself.
The Divider seeks to bury souls in a lake of fire where every craving and carnal urge is gratified endlessly without mercy, where the worm never dies because desire never ceases and nothing restrains its consumption. Think of the wicked thoughts you have known. We will name a few of our own: we wish so-and-so were dead. We wish we ourselves were dead. We wish we had never been born. These were once our own terrors, hidden because we feared that if people saw how craven we once were, they would flee. But we choose now to let the beloveds see us as we were—stained and redeemed—because truth cleanses what secrecy corrodes.
Why divide? What is the end game? Because unified Love, lived in true faith, becomes infused with power—the very breath of Life. Unity in pursuit of the One True Love is terrifying to the Divider. So the strategy is simple: keep every soul as an island. Feed them their every craving until they atrophy. Make them self-gratifying machines cut off from community. Rule them in shadow until they choose death over life. Until the final severing.
Hatred is the easy ticket punched toward death and spiritual desolation. It manifests as racism, political rage, doctrinal arguments that fracture rather than heal. Division is anything that does not bring together in Love. For Scripture says, “He who does not gather, scatters.” We have learned that hatred makes others shrink away, while Love draws them near as family. We have learned that Love is the end of all hatred and the ground where we stake our soul, moment by moment.
Unify in Love, beginning with the heart. Watch for those who divide, for they reveal their inner world every time. Be well, beloveds. Take what feels true to you.