Mandisa Mndela

Beyond the Vision Mandisa Mndela

Gates of my soul flung open, as I finally touch the naked body of my vision. Stand Your Truth and its offerings. Now, what? You found it, (Purpose) you stood it, (Vision) now it is time to live it (Service). A time to serve. Big question, who are you serving? Are they ready to be served? I am amazed at every revelation, on how far what ever we have ever built has led us to. How much energy we have spent supporting a system that has never served us nor had ever had any intention to do so. The thought that, one cannot force anyone to comprehend a message they are not ready to receive, keep popping up in my head, evoking thoughts of fear, but the complementing idea of the fact that one must still never underestimate the power of planting a seed kept me going. I just had to give as much energy to my dreams, my vision in action as I do to my fears. We talk poverty, economic crisis, global warming, the list is endless, blanketed by a wild fire of social ills. One sits and ask oneself, how did we get here, when we all claim smartness, when we all scholars of note, when we all specialists, produced by a system called education, whose fiber is extracted from the body of knowledge. Was this system designed to educate us or was it a tool to lead us to another human disaster? Who is benefitting of this? At what cost? The consequence of this toxic feed is so evident, as we continuously witness social unrest globally. I look in wonder and in dismay on those that hold these expensive papers that are to prove the capacity of their brains, papers that validate their smartness with percentages of exemption, and ask myself who is qualified to qualify anyone? if we hold these expensive papers claiming this smartness yet we still not cracked the formula to eliminate all the problems we face, what was all the exercise for, what are we daily educated on then? Does the cost of these papers match the result?There is simply no polite way to tell people they have dedicated their entire lives to an illusion. Human life has become an existential horror. Until we change our thinking, we will forever recycle our experiences, spitting them right back to our innocent off-springs.