I could have named myself tortoise. And, I really don’t know what I’m doing. I have boxes of hand-scribed notebooks. A zillion scraps but, public is scary, huh? Since word processors, my files contain scraps. So, for now this is my writing notebook. A faucet has been turned on though. Rewriting years of reading, listening, watching, notes. I had to make other blogs just to keep things straight. Some will help research, which consists of other points of view. Wow, does anyone else use blogs this way?
Writing searches a soul’s convictions; so, if you should feel like reading this don’t get upset if it becomes freethinking. I’m still working out how to explain what I want to tell. Many have said some of it much better. There really is nothing new. Some stuff comes, goes and comes back. The more durable stuff lasts whether we like it or not and is most likely the truth.
One is that we each have to work to make choices that are not cruel or harmful to others. One of the major things that is still a problem.
To question is always good; because, if immortality is real and good “spirits” exist then, the bad ones do too. It is amazing that folks who do acknowledge bad souls never think they could be misled or scammed by one. However, a thief’s best friend is anonymity.
Those Who have managed to remain healthy enough to achieve an immortal existence must know something we haven’t learned. They had to learn what they know. And, if gravity holds us onto the planet, could it not also quarantine our problems?
This means that,…everybody gets to play, not just any chosen few. The Immortal Ones cannot base a health decision on external appearances, which are only symptoms, any more than your doctor should. Though I’m aware many will say that I am unchristian; because, just knowing it is real is not all there is to it.
The fact is we still talk about the only man in history, politically assassinated by crucifixion. For me, that makes him a real person.
Only One man in history owns crucified, even if it’s to argue His form of existence. Ironically, there were two thieves on either side of Him. Both knew He was real,…they were looking right at Him; but, one was accepted and one was rejected.
When I was young I was taught that a jealous God was this man’s father. I have since come to know several things about character and shrouds. The man from the cross did have enemies. I will assume His Father did also. And, a thief’s best friend is anonymity.
Wisdom and stealth are not the same thing. Wisdom cares for all; stealth only regards its own,…both require patience. Sometimes in order to find out what love is, you have to learn what love is not. Pride is not the same as admiration, appreciation or affection; as cancer is to physical health, pride is to the mental health.
No matter what you name Him, someone told us,…a long time ago,…that if we stole life, property, family, reputation, and freedom from each other that we would create animosity that would destroy us. And, taking credit from where credit is due means losing the genuine teacher. Also, don’t you hope your surgeon did all his own homework?
I like paraphrasing it this way. If you treat people like a disposable diaper, you will have to live with the stench of the anger that comes from it. And if you don’t give credit where credit is earned you lose the experience.
Who is better capable of helping in an emergency, the author of the book, or the person the book was about? What if the author exaggerates something to make the story more interesting?
My goal, not a book really, we have many books. Just to put the truth in language every soul could get. Cos, we’re all in it together, baby. I’m not sure I even get prejudice; we’d get bored if everything was the same, wouldn’t we? But, health still rules; and we’ve been messing with the chemistry for a long time.
I love reading fantasy; but, I don’t want to use it. It’s entertaining and truth can be told by it; but, it isn’t helping us. It’s helping the cruelty, not the unity. The “us is better than them” syndrome. We dream of star wars, you bet we’re under quarantine.
But, there is time until Nature can no longer repair the damage. We have chemicals that alter our mental chemistry. But, do we not try to model our computers after the human brain? How can we separate Nature from the Immortal? Eternity is older than immortality and the Immortal had to use Nature’s chemistry to create it all. And what is alchemy, magicians fancy way of making chemistry?
Don’t we try to keep healthy and unhealthy things separated? What are prisons, death penalties and mental institutions for? Do we like pain? What are pain killers for? Why do we go to hospitals, at all? Do we know what we’re doing? No, because within some of those places some folks do not live, they function. Still others who could benefit from a little extra help can’t get it. Do we not complain about how backward everything is?
