Quality....

 Being able to take criticism is important.  So is respect.

If one has experience in a job, let them speak.

If someone has an opinion/impression of something done, let them speak.

If it is fair and balanced, let them speak.

Take them into consideration.

If a person is spouting a hit piece, let them speak.

If people are misinformed, let them speak.

Handle positive and negative accordingly.

Some think lengthiness is good.

Only if you are saying something and not stuffing stuff into a crack.

Silly as it may seem, one little word might suffice.  Depends.

I hit and miss as well as varied length.  But there is usually one thing.  A moment, a theme, an idea ie, food for thought.

May the food be nourishing and not empty calories -s-. 

Points

 Of contact.

I remember a certain fundamentalist group doing a group healing with oil.  They used a tissue as a point of contact for the recipient far away.  Don't know if it worked but the prayers didn't hurt.

We use focal points in order to concentrate energy, to give emphasis or momentum to address.

This is where words and deeds converge, where ideas turn into determination.  

How do we touch people, a subject, a project?

Declarations precede action and the action starts at a point then spreads.

Do prayers work?  We only know if we pray.

We have to start somewhere.

Dangerman

 Not Pat McGoohan's masterful espionage show.

Thomas Jefferson.

I prefer dangerous Freedom over peaceful slavery/I prefer the tumult of Liberty to the quiet of servitude..

Freedom is unpredictable.

Trust truth.

It weathers you through the ups and downs and keeps you sharp in the fight.

Scars Redux

 Slight or severe.

They are left.  Healed   Reminder.

Sometimes there's hardly a trace.  Other times there are profound marks.

Remember they can be physical, psychological and/or spiritual.

Persevere.  Cliches are real.  Weather storms.  What doesn't expire you can make you stronger.  

Though storm clouds obfuscate, we are never alone.

Slight things glance.  Horrible things cut deep.

I pray for healing.

Trust in the angels and spirits of Light in Christ.

Angelorum

 They know who they are.

Sugar

 Toot sweet!

You don't want sludge, just a touch.

A pinch of sugar to flavor some pasta, sauce, many items.  It is hardly noticeable.  It gives substance.  Otherwise taste might be flat.

Those things sweet should not overwhelm either..  There is a touch of salt in fudge.

Freedom gives you the responsibility to risk the recipe.

Awash

 Lies told often enough can seem to become the truth.  Josef G was right about that.  Either collectively or individually, the world gets upside down.

Bearing false witness plays a major part.

Frequently such lies involve projection.  

I want to deal mostly with the personal.  Many of us are familiar with the broader aspect of political brainwashing.  We wend down the well worn road of commie tactics which bend and make green blue/orange.

Personally, very personally, conditioning intensifies.  The heat is on.

And back to projection.

Say, a stepfather is child raping a daughter.  He manipulates her mind and the barely there bovine mother.

He needs a scapegoat.  And the perfect one is the absentee noncustodial father.  To his detriment, staying away is a bad way to go.  More presence would have demolished the stepfather's machination.

If applied steadily and villainizing continues, the stepdad projects his crimes on the real Dad.  Said Dad is unaware of this manipulation, not thinking anyone would stoop so low and of course stepdad hid his crimes.

Eventually Dad suspects something.  He has managed to establish communication with his daughter.  It was slowly building til stepdad finds out and puts the kabosh on it.  Him, not the mother.  

More inroads continue with the support of Dad's current wife.  And Dad's lawyer who actively legally defended Dad's interest and the interest of a healthy relationship for the daughter.

The stepdad was aided and abetted by the mother's family, eager to revenge against the Dad.  Ungainly and illogical, they believed the lies.

Until the mother divorced the stepdad.  Why?  It's posited she had had enough and like a stopped clock was right this time.

However, the fix was in and the damage done.

As Dad's counsel observed, the daughter had been turned.

It's like an infection which, when truth is applied, evinces a diseased reaction, replete with pain and fever.

Is there an outcome?

As with much of life, there is no clean cut denouement.

It may sit where it is/was or progress to a realization of all the pain of yesterday in bitter resolution.

Such damage is insidious.

It must be dealt with truth and love and concern, not some 'gotcha' revenge.

Even adult kids deserve such truth and love.

The above is partial supposition based on a factual case.  

All hopes for healing and truth are intended.