A new disease is attacking the Washington Redskins and gaining the attention of sports fans everywhere. Called Imoffendeditis (pronounced - I am Offended ITIS), a human being becomes agitated or filled with offendedness from an imaginary sense of insensitivity on behalf of another who did not even know they should be offended.
Victims of self-centered, egotistical, narcissistic personalities (Bob Costas) develop Imoofendeditis when their irrational sense of injustice involves taking away certain freedoms, rights and personal decisions from individuals because they believe there own offense of people and things is shared by everyone.
Doctors and Scientists all over the world have increased their study on the disease that leaves people looking selfish, stupid, closed minded and angry. The Owner of the Washington Redskins is donating over 1 million dollars to look into a cure for the degenerative disease. Other franchises are looking into donating to the cause for fear of Imoffendeditis spreading to their franchises.
Is it offensive to use Native American names as mascots? Below are a few rational responses from Students who were asked this same question:
- t’s not an argument about who is offended. We can play that game forever, this topic notwithstanding. It’s about the right to keep a brand name for which millions of dollars have been invested and who gets to decide. The fans have voted for years to keep it. That’s what counts. Not politicians, the oligarchy known as the NFL, not special interest groups. If fans want it changed, let them vote with their pocketbooks. If not, then let’s stop the nonsense.
- In my opinion, naming mascots and teams after Native Americans can be seen in a respectful light. For major Sports teams who could use any other likely name to represent them and the essence of their teams, but choose to honor and be honored by taking the names of the fearless warriors who were birthed from the very earth of this nation, whats so wrong with that.
In An Unknown Women, author Alice Koller expresses a metaphorical comparison using cranberries. The essence of choice and discernment is sincere. Some people love cranberries, some hate them. But, if one is to believe nature would never prolong a mistake, then one must also agree that the primordial cranberry symbolizes perfection.
And, then one would have to conclude that even when an individual discriminates against a cranberry, it does not make the edible red embellishment any less perfect than if it was adored.
So, discrimination is a personal choice and decision. If judgment originates from a total lack of self-comprehension and self-hatred, then does the cranberry suffer or the one who is out of balance with themselves and the Universe.
Generally, we should keep our prejudices to ourselves and not feel everyone believes the same so everyone does not suffer other’s biases and ego centered feelings. Just because you hate something or someone, does not mean everyone should suffer or dwell in your aversions or hatreds.
On the first day of College Math, I walked into the classroom with a bit of unease. I hate the first day of anything. While I breezed past the teacher, she grabbed me and asked me if I had cinnamon. I had just popped a piece of Big Red gum into my mouth to help my nervousness so the answer was yes. What came next almost induced a panic attack.
Apparently, the woman was allergic to cinnamon which she reminded me was communicated by Itinerary prior to attending. She began foaming at the mouth and screeched, “Get out of my class!” I quickly realized, due to the Indignant’s self-centered aversion to cinnamon, I was the target of own intolerance and negative imbalances.
A few people were looking at me feeling just as awkward and embarrased as I felt. Others were looking at the cinnamon racist with a keen since of resentment. My personal opinion was she hated the smell of cinnamon, invented the idea of an allergic reaction for attention and made sure everyone within 30 feet of her existence suffered from her self-loathing.
Ah, the benefits of living in a collective society. When one suffers, we all must suffer. When one is offended, we must all be offended. When one is racist, others must be racist. When one is intolerant, others must be intolerant. The most selfish act one can entertain is to impose their beliefs, aversions, hatred, confusion, hopelessnes upon others and then blame them for their own imbalances.
The Washington franchise has invested a hell of a lot of money on the name and face of the Redskins. Fans have invested their money and time in supporting their team. And, there is nothing like a Redskin Fan. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
When I was twelve, my father left my mother, twin sister, little brother and me. I think we all floated for a while, not sure how to proceed. My mother was a God fearing women and raised us as witnesses to Faith, Hard Work, Courage, and Persistence. My father was a television hoarder and hated football. I love my father, but soon realized there was a positive side to his absence.
One Sunday afternoon it was too cold to hang outside so we all gathered around my mother.
She happened to be watching some sporting event on the television set– a Washington Redskin game to be precise. As we tried to have a conversation with her all at once, she jerked upright and yelled … Go! Go! Go!
Noticing our confused silence, she relaxed back into the thread bare flowered yellow couch and stated, “I’ve always loved the Redskins.”
You know what love is? Love is an emotion based on kindness, affection, and compassion separated from any thoughts of hate, fear, anger and injury. So when my mother exposed her feelings of love for a football team named after Native Americans - a broken family sould soon became whole again.
For the first time in many months, there was a smile on my mother’s face and a spark of life that had been missing. She had been pretty devastated about my father leaving. We all were.
Pretty soon, Sunday Football became a ritual. Football & The Washington Redskins brought us back together as a family without a full time father, husband, and provider. I am firmly confident the Redskins had a hand in healing a few broken hearts, too.
Theismann, Mosley, Riggins, Jacoby, the Hogs, Gibbs, The Fun Bunch including the Redskins’ wide receivers Art Monk, Virgil Seay, Charlie Brown, Gary Clark, and Alvin Garrett, and tight ends Rick Walker, and Don Warren. Super Bowl Champions. Sunday became Church, Chicken, and The Washington Redskins.
I liked the RedSkins, too. Not only because my mother adored them, but because the Redskins reminded me of my great-grandmother who was part Cherokee and my grandfather who firmly believed he was a decedent of Pocahontas.
I could never begin to imagine what my ancestors suffered, but I know they would probably feel a sense of honor representing a sport that makes Legends out of ordinary men, brings people together, puts a fire in the belly and a smile on the face of every Redskin fan that ever was and ever will be.
To remove a name because a small majority of people who suffer from a degenerative disease called Imoffendeditis would be Unfair and Unjust. I have read that there those who are not even able to utter the name. They have gone off the deep end. This is a tragedy since the disease has firmly take over their host turing them into political pundits who are convinced they know better how to live your life than you.
The only known cure for Imoffendeditis at the moment is for the diseased individuals to practice removing their self-centered, self-righteous hooks from Washington Redskin Fans and find a meditation practice that teaches one how to be less self-imposing sanctimonious, elitist asshole.
What if PETA come forward and wanted Chicago to dump the Bears name for a word less offensive to animals. Bears are being exploited for God’s sake! Now, never mind a bear does not know it is a bear. What if, and open you minds real wide here, what if the word ‘Bear’ in bear language meant ‘she who is a bad mother’? Oh, hell no! We can’t have female bears develop low self-esteem.
Chicago – Start Looking For A New Name. I would suggest – The Chicago Carrots. Well, then Vegans might get upset. Vegetables are people, too - you know. The Patriots are offending the Communists in this country and they are probably racist - so Watch Out New England.
In the Meantime …
Hail To The Redskins – Hail Victory!
Hollywood is set to buy fifteen hundred elderly individuals from the U. S. Government to be used in several upcoming ‘realer’ movies due out next winter. Realers are artistic films involving real stunts by real people. These highly dangerous cinematic acts are performed by expendable elderly persons obtained either through voluntary means or government donations.
More often than not, their short performances result in a spectacularly orchestrated death. It is a brilliant way to entertain the masses and kill off the elderly. A percentage of movie earnings will be allocated toward building a gigantic golf course on the newly commissioned USS Obama.
This new cinematic spectacle creates an authentic experience for the audience and helps give the doomed elderly fifteen minutes of fame they may have never had otherwise because, let’s face it, it’s not the fear of the unknown that makes death so poignant, it’s never being known for anything that really sucks.
Rex Chet, celebrity director of Blood Spills on Saturday and Sometimes on Thursday, calls such films reality television on steroids, saying, “Audiences love these types of movies. They combine fantasy with the very organic experience of reality.” Sallie Cavens, a spokesman for the Permanent Obama Administration or POA (po’wah), reveals to us at State News TV one key advantage of the Senior Sell-off.
“The modest reduction in the number of Social Security and Medicare recipients will shore up hundreds of millions of dollars annually for future funding on the development of a cyanide-laced, government-controlled, self-destructive dermal microchip to be implanted in the anorexically challenged.”
The chip, monitored by the FDA, is designed to self-destruct when anything resembling transfat enters the body causing the chip to release a special poison resulting in instant death to the individual. Roll-out is scheduled for early November just in time for the Holiday season. So far the chip has shown signs of complete failure causing deaths in those who consumed certain vegetables. However, there are no signs POA will delay the launch.
Called the Cacomorphobia’s Cocktail after Queen Michelle’s negative obsession with fat people, the poisoned chip will be available for mass distribution next fall. This, of course, could not have been possible without the federal government’s takeover of the health-care industry in 2010 and the Republicans’ failure to repeal and replace.
Washington and Hollywood expect to see several minor protests regarding the ‘Ancestor Purchase’; however, DC officials are confident they can silence dissent by accusing the protesters of being racist, right-fringe lunatics with terrorist ties to hostage takers who hate women, the poor, and Big Bird and want Hollywood actors and directors to starve.
Liberals and many Hollywood celebrities have praised the move by POA. Andrew Dern of Global Cooling, Global Warming, Global Climate Disruption, Global Temperature Fluctuations, and Global Weather Pattern Changes International has been busy crunching the numbers behind closed doors and now has scientific proof that old people’s farts contain unacceptable carbon and methane levels and contribute significantly to the planet’s many temperature instabilities.
This replaces the old outdated theory that the Sun, the big, yellow, round bright thing at the center of our solar system, contributed greatly to the various degrees of temperature and climate occurrences since the beginning of Earth some four billion years ago.
New Progressive history reveals Earth experienced her first blizzard, tornado, hurricane, flood, volcanic eruption, tsunami, earthquake, and drought shortly after the American Industrial Revolution.
The highly anticipated action realer, Kill Or Be Killed Twice will be released in both European and American markets due out two weeks before the celebration formerly known as Christmas. The film will be rereleased to Latino audiences and retitled Refried Beans, due out one week later.
The film expects to break prior realer records with the expectancy of more actual deaths than any previously released realer film of its kind. The elderly being considered for sale will be notified by their local Progressive representative.
Letter From Mother Nature
I sent an earth mail to Mother Nature in hopes she could relieve some anxiety over the authenticity of my current religion, Global Climate Change Disruption. I have included my request and her correspondence.
Dear Mother Nature,
Due to some unfortunate events in the news lately, I have recently been questioning the truth of my religion. I want to know if it is real or a figment of Progressive-Liberal imagination. I am devastated that I may have left my soul at the altar of a fabricated belief. Please tell me Global Cooling, I mean Global Warming, I mean Climate Change, I mean Global Climate Disruption is real!
Your Biggest Fan,
Mother Nature’s Response
Your current religion of global cooling warming climate change disruption is a touchy subject with me. As Mother Nature, I find those who promote false statements in my name condescendingly, reprehensively nauseating. They are the Progressives of the new millennium who manipulate the truth to promote a ridiculous faith based on an unprincipled science. Their philosophy taps into man’s ever-present sense of guilt for breathing in and breathing out.
These self-ordained Environment Priests spew doctrine believing flatulence a sin and preach the need for mass sterilization as an answer to population control. Why do you think I created diseases, mudslides, earth quakes, blizzards, volcanoes, hurricanes, heat waves, droughts, floods and Gin?
Progressives, ha! They over-step their usefulness and stifle the authentic experience of a life lived intentionally.
Their dishonesty knows no bounds. They claim to love humanity. The truth is, these self-righteous pompous morons despise mankind. Believing, get this, that man is a piece of clay, of the less organic variety no less, in need of being shaped, molded and re-created in a more sacrificial and intellectual image.
They will not let mankind be. In the meantime, they call themselves the ‘compassionate ones’. Compassionate my astral projection. Don’t even get me started on Liberal-Progressive hypocrisy.
In addition, they regurgitate over and over the malformed attitude that mankind can be perfected upon from the outside in. Their ridicule and derision of humanity gets me so hot I could melt an Iceberg. Damn it! There goes one now.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes.
Do you want to know if global climate disruption is real? Reason it out for yourself, Penny, for I am no Democrat who would preach to you of selflessness, sacrifice and service, while I watch you forsake your true purpose and identity. Or, dictate to you how you should live your life according to some utopian philosophy based on an elitist’s desire to reshape you into a collective image void of character, diversity, discernment or intentional deliberation.
But, if I wanted you to live as an ant, I would have made you sterile and asexual. Of course, it can still be arranged with America’s monstrosity of a Health Care Law or Obamacare.
You would think, me being Mother Nature and all, I would be a patron of this new climate change religion. I might have given it a chance except for the fact that Progressives and Al Gore make up a majority of the Congregation.
Now, you may also wonder what Liberal/Progressive leaders and their idealism have to do with Me and My very poor opinion of them. Visit Detroit, MI and see what Liberalism and the Socialist ideal has done to the soul of that once fair majestic place and you will understand the meaning of a Proverbial Wasteland. Referencing here - Bing Joseph Campbell for a better understanding of Monster States.
If you want an example of how an authentic individual creates society and not the other way around, then look again at the men and woman who of every shade and background first built your country, America. Recognize how a man’s moral character, a woman’s spiritual energy and a collection of authentic individuals can build a nation. And currently, the lack thereof will destroy it.
Now I, Mother Nature, thrive on exceptionalism, Penny. I appreciate more the single flower that grows under the harshest of conditions to reveal the final beauty of her struggle than to see a bed of flowers unchallenged and raised under the most ideal of circumstances. Utopia, my friend, is a nice place to visit while in the comfort of reality, but that is all. But, nothing can exist there.
Give me the character of a woman who has suffered through both trials and misfortunes and emerges undefeated, in possession of a strong sense of self and the Infinite, and I shall give her the beauty of the Universe.
Now, for those empty souls dependent on and dominated by a collective ideology inspired by a community organizer who believes their individual salvation depends on a collective one, I shall give them a communal landfill. For, there is no stench more repulsive than the odor of collective desperation.
If you can uncover the fact that you were not born to live your life based on some one’s philosophy of how you should live your life and that a creative woman is one that questions and at times disagrees with the self-imposed dictators and community organizers of the world, then you shall reach a truth more solid than a religion based on a manipulative science preached to you by intellectual nincompoops.
Penny, I do hope this helps. I must remind you, if your belief in the pseudo-science of global warming helps you to find a deeper meaning and truth within your own heart that expands your life separate from the echoes of others, then Green it is. However, remember this. Once your truth imposes itself upon another’s through treachery, coercion, savagery and lies, you cease your involvement with enlightenment.
PS. I sent you metamorphosis resting upon the cause of humanities downfall. You’re Welcome.
The Mother Nature
Detroit and the Insolvent Soul
What comes first – a bankrupt city or an insolvent soul? While the largest city in America files for bankruptcy, political pundits formulate a dogmatic agenda around who is to blame for Detroit’s unfortunate demise. We can blame the Democrats with their warped sense of the ironically unjust Social Justice doctrine, Union Greed, the Darwinistic Capitalism, Free Trade, and White People, but that will not bring her back from the dead. You can’t stoke a spent fire back to life when there is no ember left to ignite it. Believe me, I have tried.
The ember I speak of is of the Spiritual realm, the human life-force, the one individual who looks out at the road ahead them daunting and bleak and takes that first step toward self-actualization – depending on faith and inner trust to guide them. Society cannot save Detroit, only the Indivdiual is capable of such a transformation.
Ayn Rand said the smallest minority in the world is the individual. Damned right I am. Damned right you are.
The most valuable men and women of our history understood individual significance. They did not wait for “society” to save them. They did not make excuses for their circumstances. They did not hem and haw about their lot in life. They did not blame their poverty on other people’s selfishness. They did not blame their situation on other people’s intolerance. They did not follow the path already taken. They created and essentially walked their own.
That is what authentic people do. They speak their truth even if their voice shakes, even if egotistical people with an attachment for their own opinion and bias blasts you with inner hatred and self-loathing – Seek Originality. Remember, your inner spirit is a reflection of your outer spirit. If you are unforgiving, angry, resentful, ungracious toward others, it only means you are just as unloving toward yourself.
“Take that first step, you don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take that first step.”
Martin Luther King is talking about the Leap of Faith. He is talking about having that divine guidance that leads us to discover we are the creators of our own life. To be defined by our skin color is to ignore the greatest parts of ourselves – our character – or spirit – the divine grace. To be defined yourself by your skin color is an example of laziness. The examination of character takes courage, right thought, self-awareness, patience, persistence, will and the audacity to look beyond the 2 percent of who we are as divine beings.
Society benefits from the individual – not the other way around.
Edward O. Wilson articulates here: http://www.froes.dds.nl/WILSON.htm,
“Karl Marx was right, Socialism works, it is just that he had the wrong species. This was I think one of the main contributions of the idea of kin-selection. We now understand quite well why most species of social insects have sterile workers, and therefore can have communist-like systems. In which the colony is all, the individual is only a part of the colony, and the success of the whole community is what counts far above the success of the individual.
The behaviour of the individual social insect evolved with reference to what it contributes to the community, whereas the genetic fitness of a human being depends on how well it can individually use the society. We have become insect-like only by extreme contractual arrangements.”
Extreme Contractual Arrangements? Curiously, does that mean by - Unnatural and Evil means? Are we to assume the epitome of human advancement to behave like insects – sterile for the most part and self-sacrificing?
The Native Americans believed in ritual. One very important ceremonial rite was the transition from adolescence into adulthood. Young males were sent out into the wilderness with scarcely a stitch of clothing and food to seek a ‘Vision’. The goal for every journey was to return with a boon to benefit the entire tribe.
They did not enter into the abyss as a society (insect)- they entered as an individual in search of a blessing.
“They thought that it would be a disgrace to go forth as a group. Each entered the forest at a point that he himself had chosen where it was darkest and there was no path. If there is a path it is someone else’s path and you are not on the adventure … The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe to match your nature with Nature.” Joseph Campbell – A Heroes Journey
When individuals suffer the delusion CHANGE comes from outside influences, community organizers, and politicians with law degrees we have a society full of people living inauthentic lives. It is easy to create and stir the pot of bitterness, anger and hatred when people have been convinced they are the casualty of condition and the victim of circumstance.
If conditions had the capacity to endorse outcomes, the outcome would be the same for all men and women. The fact is, everyone handles situations differently. Where one sees a condition as good, another will see the same condition as bad proves that good and bad in a situation is determined by the mind that encounters it. ‘Free your mind, and the rest will follow’ – or so they say.
The Culture that surrounds us is only a reflection of our inner spirit. And, if our inner spirit is insolvent, so will be the community that surrounds us.
James Allen schools us on the Joy of Accomplishment by writing in the Mastery of Destiny,
“He who will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity,” says Carlyle; and it is a moral law that the man who avoids duty, and does not work to the full extent of his capacity, does actually perish, first in his character and last in his body and circumstances. Life and action are synonymous, and immediately a man tries to escape exertion, either physical or mental, he has commenced to decay.”
To see Detroit as an example of Societies failure to support the individual is evil and wrong. There is nothing more ignorant and inorganic than believing society creates the man and therefore responsible for his greatness and his faults. Determinism is quite detrimental to the life-force of any viable human spirit.
The deterioration of individual success, accomplishment, and industry results in the decay of society. When you throw a pebble into a pool of water, the impact does not send waves toward the center of the stone. How a ridiculous a notion. Nature never does things that way. Things do not trickle up either, by the way.
The vibrations expand from the center (individual) outward (society). How insane and irresponsible to pound the faulty idea society is the center and the cause for individual poverty or prosperity. If Mother Nature followed such a practice, she would look like this.
Even worse, the Nature of Mankind would look like this:
In As A Man Thinketh, James Allen explores the power of the pebble represented here by the power of our thoughts -
“Thought and character are one, and as character can only manifest and discover itself through environment and circumstance, the outer conditions of a person’s life will always be found to be harmoniously related to his inner state. Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions. But when he realizes that his is a create power, and that he may command hidden soil and seeds of his being out of which circumstances grow, he then becomes the rightful master of himself.”
So you see? Detroit is a mirror into our souls and a reflection of our inner spirit. We have nothing to gain by continuing to convince people their life is the result of other people’s selfishness, intolerance, and greed. We have everything to gain by educating individuals they are the creator of their own life and the master of their own destiny encouraging leaps of Faith rather than a lethargy of inauthenticity.
We have an obligation to our fellow men and women who are struggling with the poverty of ambition to empower thems rather than trying to bring the rest down with them. Fifty years of blame, anger, resentment, hatred, and laziness produced insolvency of the Soul. Perhaps CHANGE is in order. Can the art of Forgiveness, Love, Gratitude, and Personal Industry see Detroit through to better days?
As Buddha once taught, ‘watch your thoughts – they become your destiny’.
I had a dream last night. I was sitting in the audience at an awards ceremony and a middle aged couple appeared on stage. The man stood off to the side in the shadows anticipating the drama that was about to unfold. The women immediately grabbed the audiences attention by announcing she was “Pro-Life”. There was a gasp from the audience. I feared for the her life. There were many Pro-Abortionists in the audience there to celebrate their abortion victories. “How dare she!” one lady hissed. But, no one stopped her and she proceeded on.
“There is to be a performance”, the courageous woman proclaimed, drawing our attention toward a large teal curtain. It opened slowly to reveal The Abortion Doctor – a villain or hero depending on your politics. He held in his hands a premature yet viable healthy baby girl just delivered from the save haven of her young mother.’s womb A little disoriented, the tiniest human being, who could fit in the palm of your hand, cried out for comfort. The tiny wails begged the audience for love, warmth, and protection.
But, the young mother wanted the child aborted convinced she should not be punished with a baby. The poor tiny child had no champions that night. No one to stand up and say, “Spare her life, I beg you”.The crowd made up mostly of women chanted “Pro-Choice, Pro-Choice, Pro-Choice”. Played backwards it sounded like, “Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan” encouraging the executioner.
Do you hear them Mom? They are chanting for your Rights to be rid of it. You should have the right to end her life. The philosopher begs to ask, Does CHOICE begin at the end of a child’s life? But, you are no philosopher – young mother- and no martyr to sacrifice your life for that of your new born baby girl. Be proud of what you are doing. You do not want to be punished with a baby. IT will never know what you have done. IT is not yet human. IT is irrelevant. IT is but a clump of cells to be flushed down the toilet of life like all human refuse.
The baby’s new innocent eyes took in her surrounding as the The Abortion Doctor positioned one hand on her fully formed skull and twisted. I looked away in horror as the screams of encouragement rose to deafening levels. “Kill, Kill, Kill”. It was over in an instant. A crunch and crack and She was dead.
I heard someone gasp in horror, apparently appalled at the scene unfolding before her. She would be Pro-Life before the night was over. She would fight with every breath for the Heartbeat Bill. She would be bullied and ridiculed by women who would see Late Term Abortions in unregulated abortion clinics for her CHOICE to hold all life sacred. When there is a heartbeat, there is Life. Where there is Spirit, is Soul.
Another woman worked herself into frenzy being a witness to a young mother’s RIGHT to a Late Term Abortion. She commented excitedly beside me, “The spine is still attached to the things head.” The ‘thing’ she refered was now dead.
The doctor had yanked the head off the tiny child like a rag doll separating it from the rest of her body. The crowd cheered and clapped as the bloody spine of the unloved and unwanted child dangled for all to see.
But, the young mother was now free of such human burden. She will be back again, without a doubt next year to deliver a son because there is no consequence to having absolutely no self-comprehension, no self-esteem and no self-control. His demise will be more gruesome than that of his sister. His tiny body will be pulled apart one appendage at a time.
I wanted to cry. I felt the child’s pain. She suffered. No one loved her enough to believe in her – to believe in her greatness, her love, and her goodness. The audience of female blood lusters cheered on her demise. “Bring us another mother who suffers from a baby.”
I awoke from my dream burdened with such inhumanity. Still disturbed by the nightmare, I turned on my computer and read the trending topics. My nightmare is real. The poor little baby girl in my dream had no one to stand and fight for her. She was irrelevant. And, with the fight for Late Term Abortions – She still is.
Women have become such a disappointment. We can stand for something beautiful. We can protected those who can not protect themselves. We can believe in ourselves and believe in one another. We can come together and compromise. If women in America became self-aware and self-accountable, there would be no need – no demand for Late Term Abortions. Can we rise above our EGOs, our selfishness and hold all Life Viable and Relevant?
Would it not be something if all women came together in America and decided that the act of an abortion did nothing to advance our humanity? Would it not be too much trouble to admit our humanity is in serious trouble?
If it was up to me, I would ban all abortions after 7 weeks when the pineal gland has developed in the womb baby. Spiritually speaking, and if you consider yourself a spiritual person, the soul is said to enter the body 49 days after conception through the pineal gland located between the left and right hemispheres within the vertebrate brain. So you see, I am not banning abortion, I am compromising. Seems like a reasonable request. Some would settle with aborting at 20 weeks. I feel that is way too late and inhumane.
Every spiritualist should know about the Third Eye referenced here at 2012: The Awakening Pineal Gland ~ Seat of the Third Eye.
“The pineal gland is unique in that it sits alone in the brain whose other parts are paired. It is the first gland to be formed in the foetal and is distinguishable at 3 weeks. When our individual life force enters our foetal body at 7 weeks, the moment in which we become truly human, it passes through the pineal and triggers the first primordial flood of DMT ( N-dimethyltryptamine). Later, at birth, the pineal releases more DMT. DMT is also capable of mediating pivotal experiences of deep meditation, shamanic states of consciousness, psychoses, spiritual emergence and near death experiences.”
The moment we become truly human is argued to be at 7 weeks or 49 days from conception. How could any woman with a heartbeat not see the importance of becoming truly human? We are spiritual for a reason. If you practice Yoga, Meditation, Chakra Balancing, Vibrational Energy for example, you know and understand the spiritual concept of the Third Eye – the Pineal Gland – The Seat of the Soul – The Seat of the Third Eye.
“[The Pineal] produces melatonin, a hormone which influences your biological clock. It is said that the Pineal gland is the “The Crown Chakra” or “The Third Eye” and that it is a Bio-luminescent gland that can improve learning capabilities, increase memory, enhance intuition, wisdom and creativity and may be the link to enhancing psychic abilities.”
There are many spiritual links to the Third Eye, The Pineal and 7 weeks. From the Ancients to the Bible to yesterday’s old hippies and today’s New Agers, women who follow the spiritualists and philosphers of the past and present must see the importance of protecting ALL Life. If not Us – Who?
Can we search for solutions outside the realm of abortion like requiring women to become a bit more aware of their bodies and reproductive health instead of walking around in a daze waiting for politicians to give them license to murder a viable human being? The act of an abortion after 7 weeks will never solve our problems. It only makes a woman selfish, ignorant, and self-loathing. The good news, Ladies, is we do not have to live this way. We have a REAL CHOICE and it does not begin at the end of a baby’s life.
If you do not want to become burdened with a baby, how about you practice a little self-awareness like knowing when your egg will drop and avoiding sex during these days. If you must have your pipes cleaned by an asshole whose only goal is to get his dick wet and you are not taking birth control (those damned pills made me completely batty – seriously), and have absolutely no self-awareness, make the dude where a condom for God’s sake. How hard is that? Or, avoid sex all toghether on days when you are most likely to become preganant.
Ending a human’s life is not an example of CHOICE. It is an example of judgment and execution and an act of complete selfishness. CHOICE does not begin at the end of another’s life. I said that already, but it is worth repeating, don’t you think?
Put a damned condom on, Ladies. Practice safe sex. Live LIFE like you mean it, deliberately, and garner some self-control. If you wait for Politicians to solve your problems, you will wait in vain for your Divinity. Explore the benefits of a little self-respect; profit from a little self-restraint; progress from a little self-awarness.
If you want to learn about your body and how it works I suggest you read A Fertility Book like Taking Charge of Your Fertility, by Toni Weschler.
I know it seems ironic to suggest reading a fertility book to avoid becoming pregnant, but life is a contradiction, like promoting abortion as a thing to be championed and celebrated while shaming adoption as form of abandonment.
Even if you are not looking to become pregnant, this book and many like them teach you to explore the mechanics of your body which of course leads to greater self-awareness and confidence.
And, there are always exceptions – but to champion Late Term Abortion as the Rule rather than the exception should be seen as an atrocity not a celebrated right. There are Pagans and Atheists who agree with me. There are Christians who don’t. There are always exceptions. Rape, incest, endangerment of the mother are all exceptions to any rule of course.
We all have a CHOICE Ladies. We can choose to become more self-aware of our own bodies and develop inner guidance, mindfulness, and self-esteem or we can keep living in a daze of confusion and ignorance killing our babies because we were too busy to take the time to love ourselves, too irresponsible to hold ourselves accountable, and too selfish to choose LIFE for another human being you yourself helped to create.
Goodness comes from being good. Love comes from loving. If we could all learn to become fully involved in life – we change the world simply by changing our minds about the definition of LIFE.
Where does change begin? How do we gain the advantage over women’s inhumanity to women? I find comfort in the lines of the philosopher James Allen who wrote in The Path of Prosperity:
If thou wouldest wake the world
Out of it dream of death and darkening strife
Bring it to Love and Peace,
And Light and brightness of immortal Life, -
Wake thou thyself.
Wake yourself from slumber, Ladies, and take back your beauty and greatness. We are divine and exceptional. We are better than this. We don’t have to murder our babies unless we enjoy doing so.
Change begins within each and everyone one of us – it does not come from our politicians and priests. The world will not wake up unless we as individuals do so. Peace and Love will not find its way to the world unless we ourselves are the Light. Light does not dwell in Selfishness and Ignorance. Abortion is not the Light.
Based on the Merriam Dictionary, hate is defined as an intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury. So, where does it come from and who is ultimately responsible when such concentrated aggression leads to violent abusive behavior against another.
During my research, I came across several articles blaming the the cause of their personal hate on others.
That was not helpful since I was looking for a few sources that would explore the origin of human hate and not be an example of it.
When you ask where does hate come from and proceed to write a piece blaming it on a group of people who disagree with your personal opinions and philosophy it confirms a singular activity of thought that looks only at the effects of things and not the cause of things which of course only repudiates the Truth of things. When your opinion derives from the EGO - that selfish places where judgement thrives - Real Truth is non-existent.
Your idea of Truth & Justice can never be called upon to seek out the origin of your HATE when the blame is cast from yourself and laid at the feet of another. Only true humility and an ardent sense of self can convince you your opinion and bias is nothing but a load of poo.
Look within and you will find where all Hate comes from. You will find LOVE there too, if you so choose.
Since Truth is derived from Selflessness and Charity and not the Ego – it is expressed through a love of all things, of everyone –even those who have caused you harm and injury. Our grief and pain may be legitimate, but it hardly gives one a license to take it out on another human being. Especially one that can fit in the palm of your hand.
Where there is Fear there is Hate. Where there is Hate there is Sorrow. Where there is Sorrow there is Despair. Where there is Despair there is Conflict. Where there is Conflict there is Fear. Where there is Fear there is Hate.
Martin Luther King, Jr once said,
“We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear… That old law about “an eye for an eye” leaves everybody blind…”
We have a choice.
Where there is Faith there is Love. Where there is Love there is Joy. Where there is Joy there is Hope. Where there is Hope there is Peace. Where there is Peace there is Faith. Where there is Faith there is Love.
Which spin cycle are you on?
And, what is Truth? I have observed we have progressed so far away from the Truth almost nothing seems plausible anymore.
Regrettably, there is a growing display of deteriorating thought that concludes personal feelings of hate to be someone else’s fault. If I hate you or you do something to anger me and I feel a sense of loathing, then that emotion is your fault and not mine. You provoked it and therefore are responsible for it.
I am to be looked upon as the victim of my own actions due to someone else’s insensitivity, gross negligence and utter disregard for my personal feelings and social beliefs.
When we blame an individual’s violence against another on anything other than personal ignorance, hate, and lack of self-comprehension, we exasperate the situation. Would it not be fair to say that HATE is individual and created from the workings of our own minds? We do not need a reason as much as we need a target. It is so much easier and a lot less complicated when we can blame our misery and fear on a group or an individual.
James Allen writes in The Path to Prosperity,
“Endeavor to lift yourself above the personal and the transitory into the impersonal and permanent. Shake off the delusion that you are being injured or oppressed by another, and try to realize, by a profounder comprehension of your inner life, that you are only really injured by what is within you.”
What is within you? If you have hate in your heart and on your brain and then lash out in anger or violence it shows the world what it already knows and that is you have absolutely no comprehension of yourself. Whose fault is that? Is it your neighbor, the film maker, your lover, your friend, your parent, your President, your Smith and Wesson, your skin color – someone else’s skin color?
You say you hate someone – but the seed of hate lies within you just as the seed of love. What you choose to cultivate is self-created and self-preserved.
Martin Luther King Jr. also said,
“I have consistently preached that nonviolence demands that the means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.”
Which reminds me of Buddha and his lesson on forgiveness. While sitting beneath a tree with his disciples, Buddha is approached by a man who proceeds without warning to spit in his face. Buddha wipes off the insult and asks the man without offense, reaction, or anger, “What next? What do you want to say next?”
Go here for the complete lesson. The Buddha Teaches a Lesson on Forgiveness
Essentially, what a person does to us is what is inside of them. Pain. Hate. Anger. Our reaction to what someone does is what is inside of us. Do we react with pain, hate or anger? Or, do we react with Love, Patience and Compassion? We do have a choice.
Every moment is a choice. What we choose and how we react is apart of our character, our spirit, our soul, not our skin color or nationality or someone else’s skin color or nationality – unless your intent is to divide a Nation.
Humans possess an expansive amount of insensitivity, thoughtlessness and selfishness. We have not evolved much beyond our flaws and sadly probably never will. What is unfortunate is this belief that someone else is responsible for how we feel and therefore we should not be held accountable for what comes next because, “I am not to blame for my poor choices”.
I know how things can get confusing in our current society.
I am not to be blamed for my poverty. I am not to be blamed for my bad choices. I am not to be blamed for my anger or my hate, but I am responsible for Global Cooling Warming Climate Change Disruption. And, if I am not to be held accountable for my Life Choices why the hell do you hold me accountable for my Garbage so get off my back EPA – Climate Priests.
We all have a choice. We all have access to the knowledge that Love and Hate spring from the same source – Within – and the ability to choose which one we want to feel at any given moment on any given day makes all the difference in the world. Taking responsibility for our own emotions, our feelings and actions may sound rather difficult at first, humility and personal accountability always is, but it is the only way real CHANGE will come.
If you have been convinced Society is to blame for your poverty, and therefore society should be the remedy, you will wait in vain for your Justice. If you have been convinced your Anger is the product of other people’s insensitivity and selfishness, you will wait in vain for Peace.
But, when we learn our outer Life is a reflection of our inner life, we can begin to change our environment simply by changing our minds.
Prentice Mulford wrote in Thoughts are Things,
“In the spiritual life every person is his or her own discoverer, and you need not grieve if your discoveries are not believed in by others. It is not your business to argue or prove them to others. It is your business to push on, find more and increase individual happiness.”
Religion can cause one to feel a great deal of emotion and passion. My husband is an Atheist bordering Agnostic who worships me and I am completely fine with that. His belief in no God or after life completes him well and I would not want him any other way. He is honest, faithful, trusting and kind.
My belief in God, Christ, and the spiritual completes me and what makes me happy makes him happy. Open-mindedness, therefore, can be quite beneficial in the way of individual bliss and spiritual expansion. When you meditate on feelings of Love rather than Hate, the heart opens and goodness pours in. When you meditate on feelings of bitterness and hate, you close yourself off to all that is wonderful about life. You don’t have to hate unless you enjoy being hateful.
How hard is it to separate yourself from your EGO – Your Opinion – Your Bias – Your Fleshy Envelope – Your Sexuality for one moment and live free of the SELF? Probably the hardest thing you will ever attempt. It is amazing how attached we are to our beliefs and physical selves – so much so we taunt and bully everyone that does not believe in our personal truths.
True Selflessness is expressed through a Love for everyone – even the beast. True Humility and Truth beg forgiveness for all of humanity, even for the executioners. Jesus Christ teaches us that.
Some hold the belief that it is impossible to feel hate and love at the same time. For man to realize the simple concept that he cannot exist in a peaceful state of mind and a hate filled one simultaneously gives him the freedom to choose and the power to create for himself. We are creative beings, after all.
Unfortunately, such thought requires attention, a decent amount of will and effort and a fair share of self-comprehension. It is called Free Will. Free to Choose. Free to be the creator of your own life.
So, hate is an emotion based on fear, anger, and injury constantly sustained and concentrated upon by a heart and head separated from any thoughts of love and peace. Love is an emotion based on kindness, affection, and compassion separated from any thoughts of hate, anger and injury.
We all have a choice on how we want to feel and the emotions we want to entertain. If you choose to focus upon hate and entertain thoughts of fear and anger and your action is violence or injustice and your goal is to wound another, then you only have yourself to blame.
James Allen wrote of how individual responsibility affects the world in the following poem …
If thou wouldest wake the world
Out of its dream of death and darkening strife
Bring it to Love and Peace,
And Light and Brightness of immortal Life, -
Wake thou thyself.
What ripple ever started from the outside and made its way in?
Today it feels our political figures and activist revolutionaries are making every attempt to make spirituality appear ridiculous. If government is convinced you would be safer without your guns, wait until they can convince you your religion is more dangerous to your health. Convincing people God is exclusive while Government is inclusive is purposely done.
I would share with you my experience of the my spirituality and what a difference it has made in my life.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. [Hebrews 11:1]
I think I have always felt spiritual even when I did not know how to define or identify it. The definition of living spiritually means different things to different people. It is as individual as the Spiritual Experience itself.
When I was about four years old, I stood outside watching my father work on one of his prized antique jalopies. My job was fetching Pepsi Colas and assorted tools. Being useful was very important to me even at such a young age. Standing with a crescent wrench in one little hand and a daisy in the other anticipating my duties as gopher, I heard a burst of angels sing out from the heavens.
The sound was what one would expect while being presented before God. I distinctly recall observing my father to see if he too heard the music. It was my hope I was not alone in perceiving the cosmic symphony. His behavior had not altered as he continued applying putty to a wounded door panel so he was either ignoring the angelic sound or I was simply imagining it.
I asked my father very gently if he could hear ‘people singing’ in fear the voices would suddenly disappear if I acknowledged the manifestation out load. The sound continued on. He looked at me strangely misunderstanding the question and remarked with slight agitation a functional car radio was the last thing on his list of priorities. Well, that was a definite No. And, with a sense of disappointment, the sounds of heaven faded away.
My family lived in the middle of nowhere Virginia. Our neighbors were miles apart. My older siblings called it the boondocks. Even at four, I tried to rationalize the celestial melody that seemed to come out of nowhere, that was everywhere all at once and no one but me heard it. I never contemplated my sanity. Who does that at such a young age?
I just assumed I was blessed and angels and God were watching over me.
Aside from the poignant angelic experience, my memory recalls the backwoods as a rather dark and tragic place. My father worked night shift while roving bands of youths terrorized my family with their drunkenness and adolescent antics. One night some thug took a knife to Satan; our sweet tempered Labrador, scraping a long bloody line down the center of her back. She soon became aggressive toward anyone wearing a red baseball cap.
Not long after, my father came home from work late one evening with his uniform covered in blood. I thought he was a cop from the badge on his sleeve, but later found out he was a corrections officer at a state penitentiary. I remember my mother being hysterical. He was wounded during an attempted prison break and it was his practice of Tai Chi and Marshal Arts that saved his life. We soon packed up and moved away from the backwoods and celestial voices.
When I was nine my parents sent my twin sister and I to a Christian Camp called Treasure Island. It was a wet and smelly week I care never to relive again. Except for the last night when my sister and I were both saved by asking Jesus into our hearts and confessing our sins. It was an emotional day.
We cried for a good hour when we confessed to stealing Juicy Fruit gum from our mother’s purse. She started buying peppermint gum because she knew we hated it. Smart woman. I had to also come clean about a Cadbury Egg had I stolen from our local Revco which seemed really damning to the Christian Counselor since the theft happened to be on Easter Eve.
At Eleven I became very partial to a tree in our front yard. I love trees and this one in particular was very special. I later found out it was a Dogwood and has a special connection to Christ. Look it up, it is a fascinating story. I called it my confession tree and it was comforting to me at times. We all need something else when human beings are too disappointing in their effort to give solace. We were between pets and I will admit I am a bit of a tree hugger at heart.
A year later my father left my mother, my sister, my brother, and me and life became a little more complicated.
At 16 I grew a little defiant. My mother, whose stares could frighten the Reaper, did not believe in physical punishment of any kind. So it came as a complete surprise when she lost it one evening and proceeded to beat me over the head with her two tiny fists. Thank God she threw like a girl. I admit she was only reacting badly to a rather disrespectful display of rebellion on my part.
Needless to say, we went to bed not speaking to one another which never happened. You, at least, always say, “have a good night”. At 2:00am that morning, my mother awoke me to tell me to get dressed that we were going to the hospital. Somehow, while beating me over the head in a rare screaming fit of rage, she suffered what turned out to be a slipped disk in her back.
I realize now that telling my mother, ‘see what happens when you mess with an angel’ was probably not the most sympathetic response I could have provided at the time.
My mother was a God fearing women and pushed Church. One preacher – Rev. Dean Scott, I disliked immensely. I had no problem reading the bible and reciting verses during Bible School, but there was no way in hell I was taking down my posters of Menudo and Rob Lowe. This preacher had me so confused and depressed even the Dogwood was no comfort.
But, I prayed. I prayed every night that I was doing the right thing, that God loved me still and he wouldn’t strike me dead for my defiance. It never made sense to me how spiritualists will tell you to fear the very thing you want them to embrace.
One warm August afternoon while I was walking down the hallway of our little ranch home still questioning my relationship with God and the Savior, I heard a voice say to me – “I Know Your Heart”. In that instant I knew the voice was Jesus telling me that I did not have to prove myself to anyone, especially to a fat Reverend who thought fearing God was equivalent to loving God.
Comfort, Acceptance, Understanding and a deep sense of Peace washed over me. To this day, it remains one of the most freeing moments of my life.
I was 19 years old working in a Pizza joint in Belleview, Florida when a young man decided that harassing me would be a fun thing to do during some down time. I did not like the guy and it was apparent he did not like me. I was picked on by most of the men there, but they were all pretty harmless and Thank God – honorable.
One day, bored and still stupid, the young man came back to the kitchen to bully me like ususal. I generally tried to ignore him, but that day he was being a larger ass than usual. I became so flustered I blurted out without even thinking, “do not mess with an angel’.
As I watched him walk arrogantly away – past a row of tall industrial refidgerators piled long and high with pre-folded pizza boxes -there was a small shutter beneath my feet. What soon followed can only be discribed as a miracle. Approximately twenty or so boxes came tumbling down from above bouncing off the bully’s soft little noggin like 16 x 16 x 2 ping pong balls.
He turned back to look at me in shock after the attack. Without hesitation I said, “I told you.” Directing my eyes toward heaven, I thanked my spirit guides with a nod of my head for their protection and went back to washing dishes. He never messed with me again and left the pizza business soon after.
At 23, a deep bout of insomnia had a grip on me. For some reason I could not reconcile the idea of eternity. What if heaven was like church and there were people singing off key forever – without end and Rev. Dean Scott ran the show and there was no fried chicken because every Southern Baptist knows food comes at the end, and there is no end in heaven which means no fried chicken.
I would stay awake out of fear of dying in my sleep.
One night after falling asleep from pure exhaustion, Jesus took pity on me and came to me in a dream. He approached me calmly and said, “Do not be afraid of eternity”. Thinking he would disappear before he explained himself, like when you dream of a chocolate lava cheese cake prepared especially for you, but wake up just before you take your first bite (true story) I quickly asked why I should not be afraid of ‘eternity’.
Have you ever met someone who knew and understood everything about everything and was completely unpretentious and comfortable with the knowledge? Someone without judgement, only love and acceptance. Have you ever felt comforted and at peace in the presence of another being? That is Jesus and he replied with such assurance, ‘Do not fear eternity’ he said, - ’there is no AWARENESS of time or space in heaven – do not fear time - it does not exist here.” Later,
I would come to understand this concept as Quantum Physics. That was the last night I lost sleep contemplating eternity’s measurements. Thank you, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
We were two strangers in a strange church. One of my favorite courses in college was a Religion class taught by an admirer of Buddhism. He was a fascinating guy and I loved the class. I had never experienced any religion outside Southern Baptist revivals and was eager to learn the Spirituality of others. A class project required I be invited and attend a ‘church’ unfamiliar to my spiritual background. I do not recall the name of the little church, but they praised Jesus (amen) and read from the King James Bible.
There were major differences which qualified it as unfamiliar to me and an acceptable assignment . One exception was the minister and congregation were mostly female. There were a few men, but women defiantly dominated this holy sanctuary. I thought that was pretty awesome.
Second, they would ask you if they could come to you to convey messages from spirit guides, ancestors, relatives and angels. I thought that was quite extraordinary. Who wouldn’t want to hear messages from their guardian angel?
I am a skeptic at heart, so seeing is believing. Before attending, I was not wholly convinced invisible forces could channel themselves through these people, but I loved the idea of it, so I was all in. I dragged my Socialist boyfriend with me who struggled with God many times during our relationship.
I remember one evening I watched him scream out in emotional agony, “Where is my God?” I felt quite helpless. Who doesn’t ask that every now and then? ‘Gabriel’ confessed to me once that he had always dreamed of being a monk. That didn’t do much for my ego, but reluctantly found his sense self-comprehension appropriate.
Back to the church, ‘Gabriel’ sat on the very last pew trying to make himself seem invisible to these strangers. He did not receive a reading. Toward the end, the minister turned my way and asked if she ‘could come to me?’. That was the que I was getting a reading.
I was so excited that I missed half of what she said, but I do recall my guardian angel was named Maria who wore a Spanish dress with much ‘Latin’ charm and appeal. The message has blurred over the years. I could make up something really interesting, but that would be dishonest.
No, I do not remember what Maria had to say. Who listens to good advice at 25 anyway? But, I do remember what happened at the end of the sermon. When ‘Gabriel’ and I were leaving the small church, we were approached by one of the two men in attendance. He held two small separate pieces of paper. In one hand was a pencil drawing of a woman with coal black hair and dark eyes. “Your spirit guide”, he stated as he handed the small picture of Maria to me.
I stared a few moments at the image and thanked the stranger for his gift. She was pretty and he was a damned good artist. He handed another small drawing to ‘Gabriel’. “Your spirit guide”, he said with a smile and walked away. Both of us stared down at the drawing, speechless for a few long moments. The young artist had sketched the very likeness of a Gregorian Monk – ‘Gabriel’s’ Spirit Guide.
Have you ever stared evil in the face? I have and it still remains the most frightening moments of my life. I lived in sin the majority of my twenties with my Socialist boyfriend ‘Gabriel’. You met him already. He introduced me to Ayn Rand in a fit of frustration when he could not convince me of the merits of Marxism.
One night, I awoke suddenly from a deep sleep with a complete sense of doom. A feeling of absolute dread and misery overwhelmed me. Desolation, fear, and darkness took my breath away. As I became accustomed to the darkness, my surroundings lightened a bit, except for three glob-like forms that hovered nearby.
I could not rationalize it. The shapeless figures were completely void of any light like three hovering blackholes. I can only describe the figures as being ‘without light’. I learned later it may have been what is called Sleep Paralysis or Shadow People.
I could not move. I could hardly breathe. I remember my heart pounding. Sweat poured from my body. I stared onward still trying to rationalize the forms now moving toward me. I finally realized as fear gripped me even tighter I could only fight evil with goodness so I threw the covers over my head and repeated over and over, “God is Stronger. God is Stronger. God is Stronger.
Within only a few moments, a deep sense of peace overcame me and I fell fast to sleep. Morning came suddenly with golden rays of Florida sunlight beaming through my window. I am convinced God went to war with Desolation and won. When you have faith, God does things like that.
To this day when I am feeling overwhelmed and overcome I repeat these three words “God is Stronger. God is Stronger. God is Stronger”. Faith and Trust in God and in our selves becomes evident. In which God repeats back. “You can handle it. You can handle it. You can handle it.”
There is generally a good rational explanation for everything. God. Angels. Shadow People. The Lock Ness Monster. UFO’s. Big Foot. We are the most creative and amusing creatures with expansive mental powers. The average American spent $2,504 on entertainment in 2010 as witness to human inventiveness and creativity.
Do we create God from a vivid imagination acting in sync with collective consciousness? Or, perhaps, God’s imagination and creative accomplishments are one hundred million billion times greater than a humans. Are we HiS canvas?
God is Truth and holds all life as sacred. Man is still trying to figure out how to explain Truth without God.
There is a wonderful saying that goes, “Calmness is the way we show we are trusting in God”, and I take those words with me whenever I go white water canoeing with my husband in order to see him happy.
I absolutely hate being in the middle of fast flowing water paddling my ass off in order to stay dry. To him, there is nothing better in life than paddling down a swift moving current. To me, there is nothing better than seeing him happy. And, although he is an atheist, I love him with every breath I breathe.
In the end, we are all given free will to choose our life path and a spirituality that authenticates us as freedom loving individuals.
I feel I have been blessed for all the Spiritual connections in my life.
At 71 my mother still prays. She is disappointed she can no longer kneel, but she prays out loud every night before she goes to bed. She asks God to look over her children and grandchildren. She prays for her family and friends. She thanks God for his love and Jesus for his sacrifice. There are no sounds more beautiful than words of love and thankfulness.
Some of us chose to find peace without God and that is OK, too. Whatever makes you vibrate Love and Joy rather than Hate and Bitterness is optimal. But, in my world I have come to understand and know that God is Stronger. Feel comforted God is with you always and believe - ”You Are Loved”.