Knowledge can come from anyone; black or white, or in between, male or female, child or elderly. It’s just information and somehow our creator uses all of us to teach. So don’t kill me I’m just the messenger, and I speak from an understanding, not entirely of my own. It all came from somewhere and I am just the catalyst, a catalyst for ideas. One great perspective can open the eyes of millions, but only when it’s time.
All too often our “real” teachers or messengers are kept quiet, or in the past, have been slaughtered, to keep the message silent, and keep people in ignorance. To keep man fighting against his brother, is power for another man that’s outside of that particular situation. So–what the hell are you fighting for, if you both want the same thing? There is enough for everyone! Who told you of scarcity? All of our messengers have tried their damnedest to lead us out of this ignorant state of mind, but yet as time goes on, man is thinking for himself, far less than ever before. Instead of treading his own way, he’s on a bus trip to nowhere,and all the seats are filled to capacity. And somewhere, there is someone waiting with an arrow, ready to get rid of anyone with a message that may awaken the passengers.