If only we would have watched the sun come up that one last time,
If only the scent of flowers would have reached our noses as the most fragrant smell ever tasted,
If only we can actually hear what we say to each other,
If only we would have seized the opportunity to know and to love each other in a most special and endearing set of ways,
If only we could have considered those other sets of choices for decisions we made,
If only we would have learned what it was like to feel loved and to know what made us feel loved,
If only we would have seized the opportunities in front of us and seen them as opportunities instead of solutions to problems,
If only in this moment and in every moment, we choose to cherish the special, beautiful moments life brings,
If only we can now stop tolerating apologists in any form and meet them with fields of fact,
If only the apathetic in the land of quit will awaken from the trance of narcissisms and inaction to stand with a more universal set of values in loving consensus,
If only we wouldn’t have to turn ourselves into solutions and we could keep ourselves in a gaseous state, not believing in much not worrying about anything. Only moving forward believing that the best possibilities will go beyond the worst outcomes…
She had done an all – nighter preparing for another useless business task at a price that fills the pockets of her masters.
Someone else came up out of the earth at that moment. Heavy density, the origin like gravity, like the 4th force of the universe. He, She, it, animate, inanimate, phantom like yet harder and denser than the most dense matter from the stars. This life form he was dealing with had reached a its dead end. Of course, this often happens with many species. They reach a point where they cannot adapt and surviveWill these humans evolve into another humanoid like form? Will they be able to adapt to the conditions they have created in their foolish lack of forsight?
Not to worry, it would feel nice to do some whimsical things.
It reached into itself and pulled out several scenarios.
In this moment, a handsome young man made his way to the coffee bar. Behind him came our female friend lost in her anxiety over finishing her work project. She could smell him, sending a warm wave from her third eye to her groin. She saw herself with this man, whereupon he turned around. He very gently placed a hand in the small of her back. He looked into her eyes, and she pressed her mouth on his, touching the tip of his tongue with hers.
This was like a dream come true. How could this happen this way? How could this happen so quickly?
He ordered his coffee with his arm around her waist, she nuzzling her nose and lips into his neck. She felt very secure and confident for what she had to do in an hour and a half and he ordered exactly what she wanted without having to ask. They got their coffee and retired to a table outside obscured from the view of others. They took a few sips of their coffee, staring each into each other’s eyes, hands touching. She had on a skirt to her knees, no panties; a plaid with blues, greens and black with a black skin tight top, no bra. Her voice made his cock rock hard. She sensed it and opened his pants, freeing it in into the morning air. Her right hand found the tip giving the motion, which is perfect for him while his tongue probed her mouth, leaving the coffees on the table. Soon she was in his lap, burying his cock in her wet quim, and squeezing it with the muscles made fit from those hundreds of thousands of Kegels she did for years. They kissed wildly. Her vagina massaged that rock hard pulsing penis and felt the cum rising out of his balls several times, which she halted mid shaft, giving him the shivers of body orgasms she was experiencing. For some reason, this drew people walking by.
People pulled in, parked, getting out of their cars, getting some coffee of their own, some of them engaging in their own orgies and couplings. Meanwhile, on the street, two cars smashed head on with a fire truck close behind them, full of firefighters also after their coffee. They parked mid street, walked in and ordered before they extracted the injured and dead from the wreck.
Our friend from up out of the earth was laughing now. Here once again, some sex and death with a decrepit species. It wasn’t the great energy fucks he was used to in his interdimensional travels. Not so unlike other lower life forms he encountered, conjugating and fucking and exchanging genetic information. This is a species fast becoming infertile. Not only in body, also in thinking and neuro evolution. It felt pleasant to watch death filling the street with blood and shit from spilled guts, and to feel the fucking and the bodily fluid exchange from those who were oblivious to the carnage which had occurred outside.
Now in another dream on another day, the new POTUS and his cronies had gathered together to cause the destruction of the administration they hated so much. In this moment, the generals and the elite strike force they created needed for such a coup and execution, rushed into the room, weapons raised, killing all. At that point, another weapon was introduced, which disintegrates organic matter, and all traces of them vanished. Not even dust remained.
Back at the coffee shop on that other day, people changed partners and continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. The firefighters watched and drank their coffee. The cops showed up, the forensics team showed up. A lady coroner arrived who should have been a pin up in some men’s magazine from the 1950s. She grabbed the battalion chief on the fire truck who was another pin up from the calendars some cougar women hang on their walls. They grabbed each other and lay in the blood and shit and piss in the street and created a fuck fest spectacle that even the worst scat porn people will shit their pants watching….
Yes, she crawled in my bed with me after a couple of days of affection. She lay next to me enjoying her sleep, having her rest. And there in a presence of “maybe he’ll wake up and we’ll have a passionate three-day fuck and love fest”, I did wake up with a throbbing hurt. It seemed so proud like a blurred vision for some and sharp for others of an ever-lengthening Priapus moment. We celebrated each other. I knew her every inch, passionately in touch, smell and the vision and sounds of her writhing in ecstasy.
She had little use for my compassionate masculinity of well lived in BALLS.
She held tightly and kissed perfectly. She grasped the explosions of my innermost fuckIloveyouandyouknowitastrue.
When she isolated and separated temporarily I got busy for my day like always. It always worked in the end and at least served as a reminder about keeping on and moving forward no matter what. In good faith, it didn’t work to take anything to do with her personally. Both of us did what we thought we wanted to do almost regardless of consequences which got fewer and fewer in keeping our word to ourselves. Yes, there occurred anger and consternation. Yes, we argued at lower and lower volume. Yes, we planned better than make up sex.
I got to act like a force field around her vulnerability. Just presence and appreciation makes it work.
It generates in parts from both of us.
She came through the field with creative action enthralling everyone in various ways.
““Women were more likely to lie to make the person they were talking to feel good, while men lied most often to make themselves look better,” Feldman said.”
” “It’s tied in with self-esteem,” says University of Massachusetts psychologist Robert Feldman. “We find that as soon as people feel that their self-esteem is threatened, they immediately begin to lie at higher levels.”
So possibly it boils down to self-esteem. If our self-esteem gets mostly genuine and we practice impeccability with our words, thoughts and actions we might lie a little bit less. In doing this it gets very helpful to realize while we aim for 100% honesty, the first step of this may come in remaining honest with ourselves and when we discern we have lied to ourselves, stop it at the level of belief and thought so the poison doesn’t flow well from our mouths. This means non-judgement, positive or negative. It also means we will do our best to practice feeling loving toward ourselves individually.
In my own life, this provided an opportunity to use honesty to improve my life. In work, it meant telling the truth about products and services so customers could make their decision based on facts with little embellishment. It also meant telling my friends and family the truth more consistently. Mostly I found I had to say less. I didn’t have to support anyone with false embellishments or unnecessary compliments as making someone feel better about themselves with a lie will sooner or later get discovered and my credibility with them would suffer and the relationship would weaken seriously.
I have looked at my beliefs about myself. The teachings from parents as a child served as helpful contradictions. My mother gave me statements about me being a special person with extraordinary talent and ability and my father told me I would never amount to anything unless I learned to work hard for everything and this would start with deprecating statements about my behavior. I had a lot of shame to overcome and it’s not all gone. This affords me the opportunity to work with it consistently.
A new belief which helped me had to do with first accepting I had ultimate worth on the eternal scale of value, this served me until the realization came regarding the nonexistence of self. No self, no self-esteem needed. This contradicted the pop psychology of its reverse theories. In this model, all seems connected to doing and actions which come from beliefs, thought, and feelings. Seemingly we a feedback cyclicity of thoughts producing feelings and behaviors feeding back on prevailing beliefs many of which wound up erroneous. In changing the beliefs and stopping the limiting thoughts from guiding actions I had to do less to keep myself honest. It also meant offering less up in unsolicited feedback, something which seemed to prevail in the “meetings” of the twelve-step cult I attended for a couple of decades. One of the best actions I took had to do with getting away from it and the toxicity in words spoken there, when really the only thing which worked well came from the love in unspoken support. Knowing I am loved and encouraged to love myself made me feel love for myself and others almost unconditionally.
Since moving on from there I have made beneficial and limiting decisions about my life and I dedicate myself, imperfectly, to improving beliefs, thinking, and behaviors and calling up humble, loving feelings for myself. Much of this has come in taking better care of my body and general health. Along the way I have been able to genuinely help some others, giving me more loving feelings in general.
In the ongoing set of conclusions, having a multifaceted set of perspectives helps me to less judgmental conclusions and statements. Looking at what I say based on observations before I say them – this takes a lot of mindfulness to do it effectively and I have sometimes gone to almost angry extremes to defend my stated perceptions about situations only to have to make amends for the behavior in stopping myself from doing it again and making things right in my best way possible.
Honesty it seems, ought to concern the truth and truth comes from knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt. Reporting what happened, how I thought and felt seems like about all I can do regarding this. Mostly, I strive to practice concise brevity as it gets too easy to slip into conjecture and verbose rhetoric. In the utmost sense it looks like the less I believe about anything, the better as it leaves me more open to varied interpretations and perceptions which may have more objectivity. If this seems self negating and contradictory, that will turn out a reader perspective. I tend to characterize it more as a paradox like many other things human.
There’s a lot of chatter about Islam and its evils. Yes, the various sects of this faith have some radical variants which want to impose their rigid way of life on everyone. When we compare this to radical evangelical Christians and their collateral murderous spin offs we don’t see a lot of differences. They have all killed about the same amount of people. I am wondering if the same can be said about Judaism on a proportionate basis. At any rate, they have incited, mostly involuntarily, evangelicals and inspired radical Islamists to aid or destroy them. Zionists have an equal part in the “monotheist” paradigm for their level of contribution.
At any rate, if these religions get widely accepted as mythology and their codes debunked along with the mythologies of other religions – Hinduism and Buddhism are not exempt – we may have a chance to free up humanity long enough to save life on the planet.
That the Abrahamic mythologies affect at least 3.5B people on the planet seems great cause for a rational activism in educating the masses. The religions are all myth. There was no Abraham, no Moses, no Solomon, no Jesus, no Mohammed going to heaven – none of this. Scholars have shown repeatedly that the old Testament is rife with myth until 600BCE and there’s no historic or archeological proof for any of the mythical figures or real historic figures and their mythos. Most of these religions got established through warfare and the subjugation of peoples and cultures – yes even Buddhism.
This getting stated, can we afford sacred cows in our societies and cultures? Should we allow ancient, outdated, repressive codes to determine our destiny? Oddly enough, the erroneous beliefs and thinking have shaped the destiny of our world through a dark and distorted lens which does not practice what it preaches about the sanctity of life and the exaltation of the worth of life on Earth. I have little wonder at the presence of the apocalyptic beliefs rife in most of the Abrahamic religions and their predecessors. It looks a like a neurotic, human lemming delusion. Our species – seeking unconsciously – to extinct itself as another failed species “experiment”. The natural phenomena of industrialization puking poison into the environment posits this distinct possibility all around us. If capitalism seems like an outgrowth of industrialized civilization, so far, the system has shown us a clear path to extinction. These economies rule the world and destroy it as we live and still breathe.
The fact we have thought of numerous solutions to our manifested destiny can give glimmers of a way out toward survival. Capitalism has it’s uses however, we don’t think runaway consumerism can do anything except destroy us as it seems to already have proved. Should our estimates turn out wrong, it won’t harm us and life on the planet to go to nonpolluting, renewable energies and the production of ecologically sound products and lifestyles. Maybe we can do as Buckminster Fuller postulated. Maybe Malthus had a point? Nonetheless, overpopulation and our current consumptive human world seem the likely root cause of it all. We really have not shown the significant improvements which will result in our survival and evolution to more adapted levels. Maybe our collective genomes have reached their endpoint?
On the doomsday timeclock, it we accept the model, we are beyond the 11th hour and must motivate ourselves to act NOW. We must clean up in many ways. We must base our economic systems so that small groups of people and families do not control the well-being of our species as they do not have this in mind for the most part and this system stays in epic fail mode. Greed and selfishness will spell our demise unless opportunity gets created for making the greatest profits ever without prophets.
We all know money must get out of politics. We know countries don’t run well like businesses and the goals of most corporations and large private businesses do not coincide with the needs of the people who largely support them. Religion needs to get placed in a recreational category and ought not get taken seriously except to provide a vehicle of transcendence. We must get united behind our survival and enhancement of life on this planet as we won’t find ourselves able to leave it in time to avoid our extinction. So, casting aside the divisiveness in “scripture” for the unifying principles which also seem inherent in our species might wind up the best solution. We can spend our time caring for our planet and hence one another. We can forge a new destiny other than our imminent demise. Those who prove the thinking and beliefs causing greed and its irresponsibility will have to get pushed out of the way so we can live on.
It will only work if we can change our pursuit of pleasure into the pleasurable pursuit of our deepest caring for each other.
the regaining of or possibility of regaining something lost or takenaway.
restoration or return to health from sickness.
restoration or return to any former and better state or condition.
When we discuss the term in terms of overcoming addiction we know the consensus definition in the majority of addiction “recovery” communities comes from the disease model:
restoration or return to health from sickness.
When many discover addiction is not a disease this term gets erroneous.
Most will apologize by taking on
restoration or return to any former and better state or condition.
However, this is out of context.
When we return, or move forward to another state from those which occur in addiction it has to do with belief and behavioral modification after detoxification in the case of drugs/alcohol and moderation or abstinence in other behavioral variants like gambling, sex, food, and etc. Each of which may require a peculiar first strategy.
In moving away from the highly unsuccessful 12 Step model – it’s not attractive to most who have a problem with addiction, mostly having to do with the religiosity involved and the cultist atmosphere in meetings along with the attendant brainwashing. There are some out of the many who experience addiction whom have had success in overcoming addictions and went on to live productive happy lives. Most of the data indicates people stop and change on their own without treatment or without a 12 Step program.
The numbers are too woefully small to give great kudos to the Stepper model. It seems best described as working for some.
Moving beyond the latterly model (I used it for 23 years and found addiction a symptom of erroneous beliefs and traumatic imprints, leaving the value of twelve steps as a superficial fix instead of a complete renovation) I didn’t have a spiritual problem as there was no spirit involved except attitude and the relativism of terms as such had to get cast aside. I had a problem with self-loathing which a God could not change. It made me want to check out of reality. I woke up every day hating myself and life, basically staying busy, just to stay busy and getting loaded hoping to somehow make my life bearable. I had successes more than failures and some very acute “bottoms”. The reality seemed a chronic depression enhanced by drugs.
Rather than go through the many regimens I worked to get this out of me I can tell you it boiled down to assessing how well I had loved and respected myself and how I would improve it.
I decided to love myself and my life and over time things changed and got better so if a lapse in my self-care occurred I learned to right myself at some point and experience greater improvement. To this day, I am still improving not expecting perfection (another erroneous term IMO).
Key in these things, I believe, comes from making a decision and developing a plan to stop, moderate, change behavior and belief, and learn to love and appreciate life. Practicing the cherishing of ourselves on a consistent, daily basis has given great benefits. For me the biggest changes came when I decided my attitude had everything to do with my treatment of myself and others. Not thinking the best or the worst – staying out of judgements of any kind and sticking with impeccable belief, thought, and action patterns and realizing mistakes will be made and new strategies can develop from them. Productive strategies which give collectively beneficial results.
I have also seen the value of loving support from those who truly love us, no strings attached. I also believe this has an integral part in conquering addiction and learning to live a life of self-love and appreciation inside an outside this bag of flesh, housing consciousness.
“Help me help her, she’s in convulsions. She is saying strange names. Her eyes are rolling back in her head. Greenish foam spews from her mouth. Her heart is pounding too fast and too hard, I am scared I will lose her.”
He changed his frequency to this distress call.
He could hear it and see it in an information code in his mind’s eye. He hoped for video since he did not trust her or the friend. The friend’s style seemed like a variation of her own.
“She’s possessed and from what she’s told me of you, I don’t trust you. I don’t know what to do…”
“Tell me your location I will come and get her!”
“No, I don’t know what you will do…”, this tone seemed too familiar.
“From what she tells me, you are a controlling old lecherous pig. You want to rule her and restrict her! You remind me of so many she has gotten with previously!”
“You don’t know me so how can you state this without direct knowledge?”
“She looks like she’s going into a coma, what will I do?”
The tone felt frantic and yet to some extent contrived.
Once upon a construct of a relative timeline through a wormhole in a meta-galactic garden where star flowers grow and seed through black holes an Old Bluish Star came to settle in an orbit off its black hole portal path.
The garden, if humans would see it might look so much like the best tended gardens of Earth. The energy visions we’d see seemed like these flowers, shrubs, trees and grasses grew in unison and separated themselves to a kind of coexistence which allows their stellar presences.
Sometimes the Stellar flowers established a space where their protoplanets would form upon their placement in a galactic cluster of planet forming star systems.
In one of these star plots a beautiful Star consistently bloomed in great radiance. Decidedly by our human terms this star had a meta feminine nature birthing planets and at full bloom coalescing with smaller gaseous proto stars to bloom larger and more luminous on all spectral levels.
Now, the Old Star had experienced and caused many transformations over the aeons as a progenitor and survivor of ultra stellar chaos. So much a fractal of multi-dimensional proportion it seemed. He had stellar consciousness. A consciousness so vast we humans sense it as an immense current of energy or closer still, a great continuous stream of information manifesting in intersections with others of various proportions across the multiverse.
So now the dialog begins in emanations we’ll attempt to translate:
“Such a fine set of moments is beginning. Your beauty seems blinding in the dalliance of now.”
She stopped him, “Who seem you to speak, Old Star? You who has travelled through much of it in the now. You who’ve known so many of great stellar import and brilliance. Why bother with us in our harmonious journey in this ever changing garden…WHY?”
“And of course, as you smile in waves at me, you know it not meant to bother. I…”
She interrupted, “You came to join with me, exchange our content and intent without formal invitation or some other to introduce us. Naturally, Old Star, we feel suspicious of your almost aggressive intrusion.”
He had to turn up his output volume, “Please your majesty. I have meant to pay homage to your beauty and despite my usual discretions for approach I have found myself a bit bold and intent upon you. When I sensed you on my travel through these regions, I had no idea I would want to make an introduction and propose an exchange…”
She interjected more forceful now, “You want to starfuck me, admit it. It’s an acceptable request. I can see some of the benefit I might have. However, dear old handsome mass of Mega Star God this seems a bit out of context in the haste of your approach.”
She paused and he returned, “Goddess of starblooming please beg my indulgence. I can see your complete knowledge of our possible merger and exchange. You seem frightened by the magnitude of it somehow…”
Again she interrupts, “You old fiery gasbag! I want nothing more than to absorb you and have you adsorb and absorb my manifestations. The first taste of intention drives me to stellar panic, I fear Supernova…” She began something akin to what we’d interpret as a stellar hyperventilation, another pause for him to speak again.
“Please allow me to calm your fears and rest awhile in the best radiance of my ardor for you. It will cause you feeling at ease…”.
She did calm down and let him settle on her with an almost blue and invisible shine, “Ohhh I could love you and call you Master. You are so handsome!”, she would tell him this over and over as they basked in each other and she could feel love from him appreciating her and radiating his presence.
Then came a gaseous starcloud of great tumult. The kind of raw, powerful energies and proto information which can cause stellar drunkenness in these bodies.
So in her fascination and confusion she consumed and her innermost desires manifested. She invited him, “Come into this space. Let’s mix…”
He moved in and hesitated since she seemed more like she would consume him giving him great bite wounds on a level which will destroy star systems.
“Ohhh, you Old gasser…you burn with blue fires which start star birthings and cause them in multiple regions…you feel like so much more than just an Old Blue giant!”, she stargasmed and whimpered in multiple forms and spectra after an almost what seemed an infinite pause like the space and peace of darkness, he started up, “Tell me beautiful what you want and want of me…don’t hold back.”
“I want to be owned by the right Master. A true master I can love and will bloom love for with every emanation. Would you, will you, OWN me?” she fawned as only a blooming star femme can.
“Yes, I will own you!” A bluish stellar plasma oozed out of him onto her and they played and played.
She slipped through an invisible black hole and seemed gone from the garden and the Old Star wondered at this…was it natural disorder in the mix or did she leave to something else?
He naturally let go however, it did not last for the taste, feel, and enjoyment of her had no parallel. He had exchanged and loved many other great stellar entities of her nature and most of them called to him through the wormholes with reverence and appreciation coming from his reverence and appreciation of each of them. She seemed to have some extra draw to her…something he had not experienced the similarity of for the passage of much radiance and journeying through these star pathways.
He allowed most of his multiplicity of selves to long for her.
The assumption of ownership came and he allowed it to compel him to have her and completely own her when the reality as such only gave him ownership in the previous shared moments.
Meanwhile she had come upon some fringe gardens, wearing themselves thin in another sector and in her drive to shine and dally any and every one with her pulses and radiance she lost track of her statements and promises.
A communication came through the ethers, “I have come upon my starmate, a little white star like a fairy twinkle. She loves me and seems very protective…”
Really she had come back to her old system where a red dwarf pulsed just enough brilliance to keep her interest. The Old Star sensed this entity and found it of low consumptive value with little possibility of exchange.
At one point the red boy contacted the Old Star, “We need to talk about my Star girl, uh, my ex star girl…”
“There’s nothing to talk about RedBoy. She’s told me all about you. How you’ve fed and drained and bruised her core…”
“Yes, but you don’t know what she’s done to me!!”
His tone felt jealous and possessive and unfortunately the Old Blue took some of it personally as he felt like he had come to her aid against this perpetrator.
“If you had maturity (the RedBoy had been in some star cluster fucks beyond his control which left him distressed and hallucinating) you’d have moved on from her. I recommend you do it now to save yourself an early implosion…”
“Oh wait, don’t shut me out. You don’t understand…” like there might be a subplot.
Yes, the subplot seemed in effect from day one. She had come to the Old Star’s region to get away from RedBoy and keep him on the string. The tension they generated for one another gave her consumptive energy and slowly drained him to his self immolative tendency. He wanted to fade out she had disappointed him so much. Yet the tension she created excited him and caused him to flare with pleasures. Pleasure which feels healthy and in actuality drains him to disordered consciousness.
She again felt aware of this RedBoy communicating with the Old Star and blurted, “Don’t talk to him, he’s crazy, I hate him…”
“What does he want to tell me. Why did he get hold of me if you have ended it with him?”
“He still has some energies I gave I want back…”
“Why they might have too much of him in them. Since he has a sinister nature toward you, why do you want them?”
“They feel familiar and comfortable. He has good qualities.”
“Yes my star blossom. So why don’t you see if you can work things out and not waste my time.”
“No, I hate him. I don’t want to stay with him.”
The Old Star would play this one out, maintaining personal security while seeing the direction of our Stellar Flower and the trail of events she deposits on the timeline.
Each of us has all or most of the tools we need to make ourselves happy in almost any moment.
Even in the face of death some have faced it happily with a smile.
We may have opportunities to cultivate happiness from tools gathered in life experiences and trainings.
The ruse comes in believing we actually exist and have a posited being. We take action. Our bodies and the chemistry which makes our cells, organs, tissues and bodily systems act and have a constant motion. We move on a moving object in a moving system which has a connected part to all other moving systems we perceive. In some great senses of all of this we realize our significance and insignificance. We sometimes get glimpses of newly – in our perception as individuals – synthesized reality tunnels and this spurs something commonly called imagination, which consequently seems to make new reality tunnels or fantasies of possible realities we might experience.
The delusion comes in the self-deprecation coming from confusing identity with its progenitor – PURPOSE.
We’ve had enough of getting told our existence has some ulterior meaning other than living life to its fullest in the moment. Some seem to have so much concern in a never proven afterlife they miss out on many of life’s pleasurable and rewarding experiences. Their prayers to a mythical deity or deities only find an answer in cause and effect and random occurrences, yet the satisfaction it brings those praying and sometimes those who know they have gotten prayed for seems to fuel their erroneous beliefs as such.
By the time most individuals reach the age of 35 their actions and responses are 95% determined in the subconscious. Thus we act out of ingrained sets of beliefs, thinking, feelings, and experiences from our past. To adapt and change and find greater strategies we may have to break out of these programmed actions. First we will have to sensually experience occurrences. Since most of our memories are changed everytime we remember them, purposely living in the moment and having great awareness of the stimuli coming into us with a more objective perception trained to immediately filter out the canned responses of the nostalgic identity many of us believe actually exists as a solid form intransigent, despite widespread information to the contrary.
As we train ourselves to recognize our programmed responses we can gain a healthy skepticism about the world we live in and the judgements our minds give us whilst actually perceiving an event.
As we have done this, we’ve noticed less repetitive behaviors. We actually got overly familiar with eras and their genre. Defining and living in Purpose gives a clearly shaped identity with beliefs and values generating behaviors and creating a beneficial environment. My purpose got elucidated and I create power and pleasure, very simply so living my live in the chunked up versions of those terms…Power does not mean over others. It encompasses wealth and health and emotional intelligence and connecting meaningfully with others.
We remind ourselves to aspire to and achieve excellence while discarding perfectionism and perfectionists.
We will not take judgements and criticisms personally as they come from others and not ourselves. We will not assume anyone to have our same set of beliefs and values. We will focus and do our best in as many areas as possible, keeping track of efforts and results.
b (1):fidelity to one’s promises (2): sincerity of intentions
a (1): belief and trust in and loyalty to God (2): belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion
b (1): firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2): complete trust
: something that is believed especially with strong conviction; especially: a system of religious beliefs <the Protestant faith>
— on faith
: without question <took everything he said on faith>
Oh we must protest here!
Firstly, we have thrown out trust; baby, bathwater and all!
We can only go on a person’s reliability. When they give their word to do something, do they keep it and how consistently it happens.
Most atheists I have encountered-there have been hundreds-attempted God and religion to no avail. No amount of praying and openmindedness reveal a God who had their back. On a good day, some folks showed up to help and usually the person got their strategy together and succeeded. Other times no amount of faithful practice and belief resulted in a desired outcome…why? There IS NO GOD except the bullshit in your head.
Certainly there is no Judeo-Christian(lol, previously demonstrated as an erroneous term), Abrahamic God. No Jesus ever existed
Have no faith in the Lord, except below my belt line when I love you my dear. For he is the Lord of the night and pleasure and the true strength of the flesh!!!
The Lord of the Old and New Testaments is a mixed bag, really a mish mosh of Old Mesopotamian deities and Hellenistic and Egyptian dying gods. All a contrivance. Maybe good for some old fashioned hijacking of entity workings…most of which will not find its way into the minds of the muggles. All bullshit contrived for your paternal yearnings.
So much of this garbage is extolled by women, sometimes I think it’s their daddy complex and their wanting to be saved by someone. Oh my princess, await my coming to your rescue.
So let’s dispense with faith maybe except- b (1): fidelity to one’s promises (2) : sincerity of intentions.
Enough written about this shit. And I mean no insult to shit, which does have good use sometimes.
: a power that is believed to control what happens in the future
: the things that will happen to a person or thing : the future that someone or something will have
This one gets me wondering…
The first one is kinda scary and may have some roots in faith, especially in a negative intent.
Maybe the second one has more plausibility?
Maybe it’s something to get experienced after the acceptance of faith and a God toilet of predestination?
Maybe it’s just another bullshit term best rooted in dismissal?
Certainly if we dismiss faith we may not consider our fates after the fact????
The most favored context has to do with help and approval from God…once again, what God? What’s the mythology here? Usually it is the bastardized form of the YahWeh-Jesus myth mess. People seem to love to give credit for subjectively favorable events which happen to their version of the imaginary friend…Fuck. How much could you be out of touch with the fruits of your own efforts? Does it come down to the prevailing thought that you do “the footwork” and “God” is in charge of the results? So carrying this a step further, have you set an intention and pushed an enchantment with a definite set of results desired? So how does this mechanism work? Enchantment and/or Invocation/Prayer?
The “magical” apologists among the “live and let live” throng would like to include everyone in the general context it seems…Well, OK. It causes the wondering at effectiveness of results…do you suppose?
At one point, I began blessing myself in several ways by writing down things I had gratitude from. Then I began to count my “blessings”, devoid of a God form or Supreme Identity. This went further in me extending my best wishes…er, intentions toward others, regardless of their approval or opinion (Uh oh, was I going against their will for themselves?)
In the end, for the sake of clarity, I dropped my usage of the word for personal communication, using instead, words less abstracted and more to the point of actual intentions and event occurrences. When used the word usually evokes the Abrahamic God nonsense out of folks and I really like staying away from it and it’s semantic cesspool.
noun mir·a·cle \ˈmir-i-kəl\
: an unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of God
: a very amazing or unusual event, thing, or achievement
: an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
Christian Science: a divinely natural phenomenon experienced humanly as the fulfillment of spiritual law
This word is another unnecessary embellishment adjective. Really there are no miracles. Perhaps there is an art to working wonders and that might get called thaumaturgy. The word is used primarily to give credit to the non-existent Christian “god” for anonymous or prayed for wonders. Occurrences which seemingly have a low probability. These things happen naturally and are usually explainable rationally or scientifically and when not, it’s just a matter of the lack of technology or science to explain them. All else is bullshit.
the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans, regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body, and commonly held to be separable in existence from the body; the spiritual part of humans as distinct from the physical part.
the spiritual part of humans regarded in its moral aspect, or as believed to survive death and be subject to happiness or misery in a life to come:
arguing the immortality of the soul.
the disembodied spirit of a deceased person:
He feared the soul of the deceased would haunt him.
the emotional part of human nature; the seat of the feelings or sentiments.
a human being; person.
high-mindedness; noble warmth of feeling, spirit or courage, etc.
the animating principle; the essential element or part of something.
This term is a tragic irrational. We have no soul as defined here. This doesn’t negate the occurrence of an information stream or consciousness artifact which has a remnant after our deaths. A stream or events which represented our footprint in these. However, we don’t scientifically have the technology as yet to identify and verify this. Thus, at this point all this is erroneous and a waste of time as a noun in language.
All the effort devoted to the nonsense of these three words gets wasted. It seems we’ll stay better off not using them and defining and identifying our happiness and live our lives and posit our attitudes with gratitude and love rather than attempting to get esoteric unnecessarily, especially when the words primarily espouse one of the most deadly and destructive belief system viruses known to mankind.