"These are very turbulent times. Extremism sneaks in our society like a poison .

In WWI, people still knew who were their opponents. It was a war for borders. And for the first time weapons of mass destruction were used .

WWII was a war for geographical and ideological expansion. People did not always knew anymore as good if their neighbor stood in front of their safety or was favorable to the ideology of the invader.

What is going on now on infiltration of extremism in the Middle East and the West is a purely ideological attempt at domination.


What those moments in history typifies is a technology that becomes available but also that that technology goes hand in hand with the very embarrassing inability of humanity to deal with it.

The consequences are disastrous.

Throughout history and until today you can count the victims who have made those fights. The bodies can be counted. Only the families that left behind are invisible to us. They fade out in our consciousness.

Where the aggression, misfortune, and the attack on your human being would come from, still could be judged a little. And the one who was going to affect your integrity had a clear face, a clear profile. He even dressed himself to make sure you knew that he was the one who had the venture to harm you. You could get an idea from where it would come.

But these days there is quite another poison that sneaked into our society. And though the West has slowly learned to make no more war, possibly it suffers even more of a cancer eating it away from within. And the worst is that those who affect the integrity of the other absolutely does not make known him or herself to the other person, but wears the mask of familiarity, reliability and even "love". It even comes from those people one actually should be able to trust most of all.

Of those one loved most of all, namely the beloved.

The technologies of recent decades have created a freedom and opportunities that millions of people do not have the self-control for to cope with it.

It helped to create, and still does, millions of victims, victims who are marked for the rest of their life.

People are hurt to the bottom of their soul and lose their trust in people they should be able to love the most, without having to worry about being harmed in that trust.

Those victims are uncountable, and they show no physical injuries. They are roaming around between us.

But inside they are hollow, emptied like a prey by the predator that was lurking it. They are stripped of their most deeply human feelings.

That epidemy is possibly the most harmful for our society because it takes casualties in what should be the basis of that society: the family, the relationship.

There are even people and companies who make money by helping to make those victims ...

That epidemy is adultery.

It affects millions of people and there is no vaccine, no cure. All they can do is endure it and hope that someday the invisible wounds will heal little by little and that the scar will not be so hard that they forget that they are human.

Energetically, the mutilations are horrible. But that's not the perception of the perpetrators. Let alone that it would be their concern. It's them to do for the next conquest.

A significant part of humanity is lost in this area. For before that you go so far you have ceded a lot of your truth and dignity as a human being in exchange for superficial physical pleasure.

The one who commits enjoys it for a little while. The victim suffers for years ...

For some, the pain of suffering is so much that they can not cope with life anymore. Others lose themselves through the pain and loss of confidence and become perpetrator in their turn.

This epidemy chops around cruelly.

People's dignity is heavily affected and it is a huge ordeal to remain commited to yourself.

Victims should especially be able to adhere to themself. Offenders would have to find themself.

But from what point of view you look at it, it is Love that is central. For the one, not to let it go in particularly, especially for themselves.

For the others the hope that they once will find it and from there could go see the smallness of their actions.

You can write about it, very much. Victims often prefer to read that as much as possible, to find recognition and acknowledgment of their pain.

Perpetrators want that the least possible, because their image in the mirror is too confronting for it.

Poetry, although I find that word for this subject really is not in place, is something which can make a deep impression on people very fast very strong. That is why I have written a poem to this subject so that victims would not let go of their love and perpetrators would be allowed to find it.

If I can help one person with this poem to stay true to him or herself, and the Love that he or she is, or can help find themselves whereby he or she sheds the role of perpetrator I have achieved my goal with it.

So if it touches you, feel free to share it as much as possible, so that we would get a society where the core of our humanity may come up again. And that is Love and respect ...."

One heart,
time and time again
you tear it apart.

Fantasies and thoughts
invite you to the flow.
You want to follow them,
you have to go.

You are not yet strong.
Don't feel that it is so wrong.

They make you burn,
but not in your heart.
That, you left with me,
forgot it in your new start.

It's all in your mind.
Another adventure,
another one of the same kind.

You leave me
with a horrible pain.
Again and again.

After a while you come to realize
that your new start,
was one,
away from your heart.

For a moment
you see it clear:
It's with me
you want to be so near.

Then I open my arms,
and my heart again,
for you and your charms.
One Heart.

But my Real Love,
is so great
that it makes you
afraid.

You still don't know
that your Heart,
is being found
by saying 'No' to the flow.

And then :
One Heart,
but time and time again
you tear it apart...

I need to be strong
keeping stuck to my and your Heart.
No matter of right or wrong.
It's just where I belong.

When will you face
all of your fears,
accept your own Heart,
your own Real Love,
so I can wipe, forever,
all of my tears.

When will you know
that Real Love is being found
by saying 'No' to the flow?


Marc Van Dijck