“Traditional Marriage” and the Flip Side

ISIL and the Bilderburgers and who knows who else wants to take over the world and reduce all it doesn’t kill to slavery and people are STILL so easily distracted by other things. Meanwhile our traitor-in-cheif is importing terrorists and ignoring the training camps they’re sitting up, instead trying to start race wars. And there’s the politicians just fanning the flames on anything they can.

“Trust us, we’ll fix it for you!”

Yeah right. How often have we heard that before? Is there anyone still dumb enough to believe?

Same sex marriage. Really? How is this a genuine problem? Is it maybe because the government is way too involved in marriage? Should they be?

S’okay, some Christian clerics are expressing concern that they will be forced to perform marriages they don’t believe in.

Sure enough, a gay couple is suing a church for refusing to marry them

Honestly, this baffles me. I’ve been married 3 times and never once in a church. All the church does is the religious ceremony that has no legal standing whatsoever. What’s more, they mostly only do it for members of their church or, at the very least, their own denomination.  People like me, like a lot of us, don’t fall into that category and it surprises me whenever a gay couple DOES. If no church accepts them for who they are, why would they belong to any church, let alone expect it to marry them?

No. The legal part of marriage happens in the courthouse because the government has been involved in the marriage business for a long time. It allows tax breaks for married couples, allows the spouses to insure one another, execute their wills, refrain from testimony against each other in a court of law, allows them to visit one another in the hospital when all others are forbidden, and make crucial health decisions for one another, etc., etc.

It seems reasonable to me that any couple that has chosen to share their lives and responsibilities should have the same rights regardless of their sexual orientation. Assuming they are equals, willing partners, and treated that way. I don’t think it should count when one is the legal guardian of the other because that one is under age, an imbecile, or an animal. If this is the case, then pedophilic, beastial, forced, and Sharia marriages would automatically be ruled out since the partners are unequally yoked as it were. Polygamy would be okay IF all partners to it were equal and willing.

Side note here for those unaware: Sharia laws give women only half the inheritance of due men and requires all women to have a male guardian (whether father, husband, son, grandfather, or uncle) who can dictate who they marry, how they dress, whether or not they can drive, hold a job, vote, go to school, or even visit friends and can beat, disfigure, or kill her if she rebels.  This is why Sharia marriage cannot be regarded as a marriage between equal partners.  It’s not.

I only mention this because, among the other unhappy noises religionists have been making about same-sex marriage, is the fear that it will lead to pedaphiles, bestials, and polygamists asking for the same. They’re calling it a “slipery slope” in the same regard as Rampant PeCeeism has turned out to me. I don’t blame them there, but seriously: keep it fair, keep it equal, respect the free will of both partners or more and this shouldn’t be nearly the problem they envision.

My failing to mention love in this equation so far is because love marriages, let alone between equal partners is a very modern idea, historically speaking.  It’s not universal even now.  In many cultures it’s no more than a legal partnership between families, not the individuals used to ensure the bond.  In some cases, it just about money for the parents selling their children into a union, whether welcome or not.  The brides, in this case are not just pawns; they’re chattel.  But we’re a new nation with new ideas that have been allowed to blossom and bear fruit here.  We need to encourage it.  It’s a significant evolutionary point in our species.  Regressing from it would not be a good thing.

There was one politician whose comments I read the other day – Rand Paul – who wisely stated that he thought the government should just get out of the marriage business and I think he’s right. Read the article and tell me what you think?

The presidential candidate broke his silence on Friday’s Supreme Court ruling dealing with the legality of same-sex marriages.
csmonitor.com|By The Christian Science Monitor
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Ban Islam, Not American Sniper

Wayne Kyle: There are three types of people in this world: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs,

Wayne Kyle: Some people prefer to believe that evil doesn’t exist in the world,

Wayne Kyle: and if it ever darkened their doorstep, they wouldn’t know how to protect themselves.

Wayne Kyle: Those are the sheep.

Wayne Kyle: Then you’ve got predators, who use violence to prey on the weak. They’re the wolves.

Wayne Kyle: And then there are those blessed with the gift of aggression, an overpowering need to protect the flock.

Wayne Kyle: These men are the rare breed who live to confront the wolf.

Wayne Kyle: They are the sheepdog.”

— From American Sniper, the movie Muslims love to hate on account that it shows Kyle killing Muslims.

Muslims are therefore admiting that the terrorists concerned are MUSLIM. Islam made them way they are. It’s Islam they are following. If they weren’t following it in full accordance with the Koran and the examples set them by their prophet, they wouldn’t be terrorists, mass murderers, slavers, or human rights abusers extraordinaire.

Kyle is credited with killing 160 “wolves” as he calls them here. I wouldn’t have called them that. Maybe Jackles or hyennas who kill just because they like to kill. Even calling them that seems more dignified than they deserve. They’re more like the zombies on that awful show, The Walking Dead: fetid, mindless, abominations. They don’t kill to protect anyone, only to protect an unsupportable bloody ideal. They prefer to kill non-Muslims, but will kill fellow Muslims as well when their non-Muslim supply runs low.

Average ISIS members, and other Muslim terrorists, kill far more than Kyle ever did just because they’re constantly killing. They murder whole villages at a time. They make it as bloody, painful, and grotesque as possible, all in the evil name of Islam, which is our enemy avowed.


Muslims can protest American Sniper if they want to, no matter how hypocritical they are. We have free speech here. However they should not be here in the first place. We should expell all of them and/or ban Islam altogether. If any of them want to stay, they must leave Islam. They are too dangerously uncivilized and untrustworthy to walk among us otherwise. You never know when they’re suddenly going to get serious about their religion and start mass-murdering innocent people.

France has the right idea (FINALLY): http://sonsoflibertymedia.com/2015/05/french-mayor-pushes-for-new-law-to-ban-islam-we-must-ban-the-muslim-faith-in-france/

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Three Silly Dreams

1 (5-8-15): Went on a road trip to Oregon with Jeb, Stephen, & Amy. I wanted to go into a shop they weren’t interested in. They wanted to go into one I wasn’t interested in. So we separated. Jeb said I could meet up with them at the Visitor’s Center and then we’d go to dinner.

I went to meet them at the Visitor’s Center. They weren’t there. I thought maybe I had the wrong one. So I went wandering in search of another and couldn’t find any.

At 2 AM, weirdly, the sun was only just beginning to set, but I was feeling both abandoned and pissed off about it so it didn’t bother me one bit to call Jeb and wake him up wherever he happened to be. I was sitting on a park bench outside the only Visitor’s Center by then. My inner bitch had emerged full blown.

“Where ARE you?” I demanded the moment he answered.

“I’m at the Visitor’s Center,” he innocently responded. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the Visitor’s Center,” I ground out “and you’re NOT.”

“Yes I am. We all are.”

“At what address?”

“Everett, Washington.”

And here I was stranded without my car in Bend, Oregon!

Poor Jeb came to wake me up then. He always wakes earlier than I do. He wakes me with sweet kisses.

I opened my sleepy eyes and glared at him.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks.



“You LEFT me in Oregon!”

I forgave him I finished waking the rest of the way.

2 (5-10-15): I was in some sort of prison camp and being singled out from a group in one crowded cell and taken to another at the end of a long, dark, hall.

Stepping in past the guard, I’m first surprised at how big it is, then the absence of other prisoners.

Everything is dusty and musty. There’s the usual bare-mattressed iron frame bed with a wool blanket folded on it and old pillow, but only one. No bunks. There are work benches, but no tools. There’s a toilet and a sink against the cement wall at the foot of the bed. There are dusty rafters hung with cobwebs far above me. The single bulb hanging from the ceiling I can’t even see makes it seem cavernous and I realize I can’t even see it all. Shadows are hiding much more toward the back.

The guard locks the door and leaves me standing there, intrigued more than anything.

I’m garnering my courage to see what lies in the shadows beyond. My curiosity insists on this. But I haven’t yet moved when I hear footsteps coming back down the hall. I turn to look.

I assume the handsome man in his foreign looking gray uniform will be my interrogator and nod politely to him as he enters, silently waiting.

He pulls a bear-cub faced doll from his jacket and hands it to me.

I stare it in surprise. Though I never had one like this in real life, my dream self remembers it from childhood. It was one of those that walked and talked and was made to look like one of the Bernstein Bears. Sally? But it was dirty as though it had been left in the woods for a long time. No surprise. I ran in the woods a lot as a kid. I might every well have left a toy there.

I smiled and thanked the man adding, “I remember this doll.  I used to play with it in the woods as a kid.”

He gave me quick grin that doesn’t reach his eyes, then clicks his heels and nods toward me without a word.

I took the doll to a sink to carefully wash the dirt from its clothes and hair and the creases of its face.  He leaves me to it and walks away into the shadows deep in.

Suddenly I hear a lot more water running than the little stream of it I’m using.  Some of the doll’s creases are still grimy, but I’m curious.  I shut of the faucet and follow the sound of the other running water.  I head into the shadows the way the man had gone but, oddly, the light seems to follow me in.

Ahead, I see the man adjusting the water temperature on the taps of a big, beautiful, pink tub with jacuzzi jets.  He pours bubble bath into it from a pretty bottle sitting by its side.

“Are you going to bathe the doll?” I ask him, baffled and amused.  “It might damage the battery compartment if you immerse the whole thing.”

He turns and looks at me as if noticing me there for the first time.  Says, “No.  Not the doll.  You will join me in the bath or I will take back your dolly.”

My eyebrows must have disappeared past my hairline, but I keep a straight face as I hand him back the doll.  “Okay.”

His face falls, as does the doll from his fingers as he fails to take hold of it.  He looks confused.  Disappointed.  “But I don’t want the doll.”

“But you said you’d take it back if I didn’t get in the bath with you and I’m okay with that.  I left this doll behind in my childhood a long time ago.  I don’t care about it anymore.”

I almost feel bad for him at his crestfallen look.

3 (5-13-15):  I’m taking care of several children in a daycare center at the heart of some sort of fair.  Most of them are babies.

A finely dressed woman comes in pushing a stroller that contains a curly-haired sleeping boy that must have been about 8 or 9.  Way to old to be pushed around in a stroller, but the woman says, “I didn’t want to wake him,” and I accept this explanation.  His name, she tells me, is Nathaniel. 

She leaves.  The boy keeps sleeping.  I leave him be while I tend to the diaper and bottle needs of three babies in a row.

When I see Nathaniel finally opening his eyes, I smile and wish him a good morning, but he doesn’t respond.  Just lays there, blank faced.

There are a few more small children to tend to before I get back to Nathaniel.  He hasn’t moved.  He’s just watching me now.  I offer him breakfast.  He doesn’t answer.  I ask him why he hasn’t gotten up yet.  There’s plenty of fun things for him to do here.

Finally, he answers.  “I can’t get up.  My mother hasn’t given me permission yet.”

It doesn’t occur to me at the point that his mother has never given him that permission.  No.  So I tell him, “It’s okay.  Your mother left me in charge of you and I give you permission to get up.”

He flashes me a mischievous grin that’s like a bright light suddenly switching on, and asks, oddly, if I can help him.

This is the first time it occurs to me that there might be something wrong with him that his mother forgot to mention.  But aloud I say, “Of course I can,” as I pull him up and keep hold of him until he’s standing beside his stroller on very shaky legs.

It’s lunch time by then and he’d already slept through breakfast.  “You must be hungry,” I say. 

He nods, seemingly too out of breath to speak, as if standing alone has taken the wind out of him.

“What would you like to eat?”

He gulps a big breath of air, steadies himself and says, “Terriyaki chicken.”

“Me too,” I say, knowing full well that the daycare has no such food in its larder, but the fair does.

My relief comes in, giving me the go ahead to go to lunch, and I tell her that I’m going to take Nathaniel with me since we both want to get terriyaki.

We go out into the sunshine, find our terriyaki, make a picnic of it, and then wander slowly through the stalls.  His walking eventually steadies, but he’s very slow.  It seems as though he’s not used to even this small bit of exercise, but he’s smiling happily and interested in everything as if he’s on the biggest adventure of his life. 

We play a few arcade games and win our share of stuffed animals all of which I end up carrying because walking is struggle enough for him.  But it’s fine.  His happiness is infecting me.

Reluctantly, we return to the center when the lunch hour is over.

His mother is back too and standing by his empty stroller with a look of something like abject horror on her face.  “Where is my son?” she demanded, looking right at him standing beside me, looking less than pleased to see her.

“He’s right here,” I tell her, laughing.  “He said he wanted terriyaki so we went out to get some.”

“THAT is NOT my son!” she yells.  “MY son doesn’t walk.  He can’t do anything for himself.  He needs me for EVERYthing.”

I don’t know what to say to her.  I know there are some mothers that expect too much of their children, but are there also those who expect too little of them just because they need to have that child dependent on them forever?

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Random Suddi Anomalies


1. I don’t seem to have flight dreams anymore. Nor have been visiting other worlds lately in my somnobulistic states. I’d like to, but the entire focus of my energies seem directed elsewhere this past year and a half or so. Disapointing, but necessary I suppose. Pretty sure I’d the very reason I agreed to this sojourn in the first place.

2. Suddi was shown some modern books about the Dead Sea Scrolls and Qumran. One of the writing samples he was shown – an untranslated one – he declared had been written by more than one person in the Samaritan dialect, but didn’t mean much. It seemed to have been for practice, which was unusual since papyrus wasn’t usually used for that. Wax or clay is more likely to have been used. It’s cheaper to come by.

Then he grabbed the book and began examining its pages. A number things about it obviously fascinated him: the pictures and small, even, print, of course. What fascinated him most, though, was the paper it was printed on. He thought it very wonderful and wanted to know how it was made.

Delores told him it was made out of wood then, when he persisted, “But how?” she just grabbed back the book and changed the subject in a hurry.

4. I’d have tried to explain better even if it did make some tiny temporal waves. I know there’s wood pulp involved and, for making recycled paper, you soak and bleach old paper, mix with a little glue and maybe dryer lint if you want to make thick stock, then screen and dry. But from scratch, I didn’t know how and suddenly realized what a good thing knowing something like that would be to know. So I Googled it….

5. “The method of making paper is essentially a simple one—mix up vegetable fibers, and cook them in hot water until the fibers are soft but not dissolved. The hot water also contains a base chemical such as lye, which softens the fibers as they are cooking. Then, pass a screen-like material through the mixture, let the water drip off and/or evaporate, and then squeeze or blot out additional water. A layer of paper is left behind. Essential to the process are the fibers, which are never totally destroyed, and, when mixed and softened, form an interlaced pattern within the paper itself.” — Read more: http://www.madehow.com/Volume-2/Paper.html#ixzz3ZHZf6WGY

6.  Suddi has mentioned some very surprising things about Qumran everything I think he couldn’t surprise me more than he did the last time:
a. The Lamps That Burn Without Fire: these he describes in terms exactly matching the Baghdad battery only with a solid crystal globe that twists onto the top and gives off light “brighter than the oil lamps do.”
b. The Orry on a pedestal in the library “as wide accross as two men together with their arms outstretched fingertips to fingertips and as tall as two men standing one atop the other.  This consisted of a huge sun globe and 10 evenly-sized planetary globes which he gave the familiar Roman names to.  The 10th planet, out past Pluto, was named Juno.  He said the rotation of the earth kept it rotating on its own so long as no one touched it, came to near, or even blew on it.  It was very delicately balanced on slanted wire spires coming up from a pivot point beneath the son.  The planets were same sized in order to maintain this balance, but students there were taught their proper dimensions, which he described.
c.  The optical telescopes.  These sounded exactly like our optical telescopes.
d.  The 2 foot high  pyramid shaped crystals that a certain master and students channelled energy into for use in other functions around the community he didn’t detail.  He seemed to consider this a mundane sort of thing.
e.  The psi training all students underwent as well as law, the sciences, writing, math, and languages.
f.  His explaination for the origins of the Dead Sea, which he calls “The Sea of Death.”  He says it’s not because nothing lives in it, but because of what it represents.  It is where Gommorah and Sodom were destroyed with bolts of radiate that made it sink and caused stinky tar pits to form around the area and everything to die there.  Some scrub plants eventually returned but not much else. 
g.  The “Kaloo,” who were nomads wandering the earth since the falling of their very ancient civilization.  They carried with them their technological, ehteric, and scientific knowlege to pass on to those who were ready for it.  The Essene community of Qumran was set up by them to preserve and pass on this knowlege but not to give it to just anyone.  It could be too easily misused, so students were always carefully vetted before being taught any of it.

6. If you could talk to anyone in another time period, who would you want to talk to? Why? What would you ask them? It doesn’t have to be one particular historic personage; it could be no more specific than just anyone living at a particular time and place.

7. I have noticed, though, that while some people can be made to remember past lives, only very special ones can actually have a fully cognizant, coherant, two-way conversation with the regresser, translator, or medium, what-have-you. They have to have some psi training. The best ones all seem to have intense psi training in common.

8. Beyond the confines of time, space, and language, there is a higher language that transcends all limitations.

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Random nonsense… or not. Either way.

1. Couldn’t go to sleep Monday night. Lay staring at the ceiling and flip flopping now and then until around 11:45 before just giving in and going out to my computer to play with my Sims.

2. I built a commune roughly based on Qumran in Lunar lakes & made two different species of alien couples to live there and, you know, be fruitful and multiply as well as a pair of horses.

I suggested to the alien couples that they “Try for baby” and was, at first, seemingly ignored. I tend to give my Sims as much free will as possible. But then I went off to read a little on Facebook and came back to find all 4 of them making out (each with the correct spouse) in the living room.

My Sim matches don’t usually take to each so well, so I thought, “Wow. I’m actually getting good at this!”

I changed my mind about that 2 seconds later when they all suddenly broke it off to go stampeding up the spiral stairs, bumping, shoving, and arguing, toward ONE of the 6 bedrooms they COULD have chosen from. Once in there, the love fest turned into a violent territorial war for ownership of that one bed.

They made me tired. I gave up on them and went off to my own bed where finally I slept.

3. Suddi thinks that the people of Ur (very ancient Mesopotamia) built the pyradmids thousands of years prior to his time. He didn’t consider the Egyptians as ever having that high a degree of technology. He didn’t think there were any slaves or brute force involved either. Egypt then could not have supported such masses. He thinks maybe it was molded in place using something like a cement or that, perhaps that the blocks were levitated from quarry to their places using musical vibrations or a type he was familiar with. The only things he seemed to know for sure about them was that they were never tombs; they were focal points of energy transmissions; and they were a physical body of astronomical knowlege contained in their structure and placement.

4. The were Jihadi shooters at the Draw Mohammad show in Texas this week. Of course they were. They consider the stupidest things worth killing and dying and being cruel over. Luckily, they were shot dead themselves before they could do much harm.

Today, ISIS claimed that these defunct shooters were the first ISIS orchestrated attacks in the U.S.  I guess the early attacks don’t count.  Work place violence and all that when that woman, for instance, refused a Muslim co-worker’s invitation to Islam and he beheaded her.  Just like the 911 attacks and Boston massacre and other such jihadi attacks “had nothing to do with Islam” even the Koran, haddith, and Islamic cleric prescribe such insanely evil actions.

I get so tired of the endless violent antics of these worthless savages!

5.  Kind of bemused today over the Iranian public’s reaction to another proposed hanging there: this time of a 26-year-old man who murdered quite a few children.  Iranians were protesting his execution for this.  Meanwhile, they’ve let many an execution for people speaking their minds, apostacizing, changing religion, “insulting Islam” (read: telling the truth about it), or being victim to rape, or just flirting, go with little to no comment. 

I hope I’m misunderstanding this, but it seems as though following Islam gives people nothing but chaos, confusion, and moral blindness.  These people seem to be wearing their morals inside out, backwards, and upside down.  Go figure.

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Changing course mid-stream

Thoughts for day…

1. When I first heard the concept of reality stream jumping at a conference in February 2012, I didn’t really understand it. The All-Time concept was a bit sketchy as well. I mean, I knew the theories but could think of no practical application of them and couldn’t see how they’d be accomplished in any case. It’s something I openned my mind to finding answers to at the time and slowly but surely, the information has come flowing my way.

2. History can be changed mid-stream with nothing more dramatic happening than a change in focus or frequency. One’s own or even the planet’s. Connected as all things are and human minds are, we can still be focussed in unending different reality streams. Hence, changing time streams personally does not necessarily affect the people in your life or they you. If the planet should do so for whatever reason – and she does, you may as well just hang on and enjoy the ride. She does not require your input, but she will take you wherever her focus should wander. People rarely notice it though. Only the rare ones who are open to multiple channels at once yet, interestingly, not schizophrenic. I’ve been hearing from some of them recently. You’re not crazy if you remember the past differently from someone else, especially not if you have the evidence in hand. It’s odd, but the evidence is often allowed to remain. Go figure.

3. Michel de Nostradame made some interesting observations about our time after he asked the communicator some questions about it out of pure curiousity:

a. He was thrilled that people in our time often care about the feelings and well being of animals, even seeking to communicate with them and acknowleg that they have souls; things not done in his time.

b. He didn’t understand the concept of innoculating for diseases. He said the potential for diseases existed in us at all time but it took harsh self-judgement to activate them in most cases. Some sort of self-imposed Karma. He couldn’t understand how such a scientifically advanced society could fail to understand this.

c. His karma, he felt, was in relaying the information he’d received to those who could use it to change the time stream for the better. He realized he made his quatrains too difficult for the average person to understand and wanted to clarify them so to clear his conscience of this fact. He was amusingly quite amazed that NOone really understood them. Most of the educated guesses various scholars had made were wrong, though some less than others. His mustache literally bristles and quivers while he’s being annoyed about it.

d. When asked how he thought the Communicator and the Recievers were going to use the information he gave them to change the time stream, he explained that it was a matter of changing focus, mood, intent. Time follows currents. Change the current. Naturally, he said so in far more complicated terms but this time, despite his convoluted way of saying things, I actually understood him.

e. Something else… He was talking about the war against the Anti-Christ, whose foot soldiers are “people” like ISIS. He warned that all of the people who are endangered from the Anti-Christ and his soldiers MUST band together to fight them. If they divide, they will lose. WE will lose. He was especially worried about Christians not being willing to work with the others. He saw a strong likihood of that happening. This is a message I’ve already tried to pass on. Mentioning it here again just in case it helps.

4. Questions for my religious friends:

a. What if you found it that what you know about your religions’ god, avatar, or historical details were not accurate, maybe even fictionalized entirely? What if you found out they were myths or fables?  Don’t forget the purpose of myths and fables.

b.  What if you found out your “god” was really an alien, a fellow creation just more advanced?  Or that your prophet was really just a con man with evil intent, portraying himself as holy just to get power as have been so many cult leaders?

c. Would you fall apart?

d. Would it help for you to know that the spiritual messages were true even if the physical ones were not? And are you confident you would know the difference?

e.  How do you know what’s real and what matters?

f. Would it comfort you to know that myths, no matter how wild, contain deep truths encapsulated like a pupae in a chrysallis until such time as it’s ready to emerge as the butterfly it really is?

g. Are you ready to fly with that?

5. I find it interesting that so many of the strictly religious don’t believe in spiritual things beyond what they’d been told by their religious doctrine or authorities and even manage to ignore what they are actually told.  How do they manage that?  To me that sound like a very confusing mind set.  Magic and miracles are one in the same, as is our very existence.  It seems really obvious to me.

Then again, maybe I’m just weird.  Plenty have told me so.

6.  I write these things as I learn them in the hope of remembering what matters, of sharing, of exchanging notes with others, of clarifying them to myself as well.

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You go on Sunday and listen to a sermon/lecture. If you’re lucky/unlucky(depending on your point of view) and the speaker is brave enough to deal with it (I’ve daunted many), there will be a Q & A session afterwards. They’ll pass around a collection plate to support the church and various charities. You sing something uplifting and unifying. Meanwhile, the kids have their own program tailored to their development or interest levels. Afterwards, there’s a potluck social. Sometimes there are group outings. There are generally pageants and celebrations for every holiday unless your church is one of the dour sorts that doesn’t celebrate anything.

Some singles go just to meet other singles. Kids either go to play or because the like the stories and singing or because their parents drag them kicking and screaming but dressed up very nicely. Most go to socialize in one way or another or even just feel closer to their Creator as maybe they don’t know how to do it on their own. Most also enjoy an energy enhancement whether they know it or not.

That’s the good stuff about church that some people still miss even after they’ve stopped believing and dropped away. I remember these things I, for one, appreciated about it long after I left the Pentecostal church I used to attend in my late teens.

But I remember bad stuff too: the youth pastor who took advantage of his position of trust to take indecent liberties with young girls, myself among them. The Sunday school teacher who thought all witches were perversions of nature not intended by god to exist. His definition of witch meaning anyone with PSI abilities – people like me and some of my friends were then. He thought all should be burned at the stake. I kid you not. There was a lot of animosity preached against people of other sects and religions and non-religions as well. They really had a thing against Catholics and atheists in particular for some reason, which I really resented because some of my best friends were those. There was an uncomfortably cloying feeling in the atmosphere of the main hall where the preaching is that I’ve noticed in other churches as well. I don’t like whatever it is. I think it might be due to one of two things: the residue of preaching where emotional strings are being pulled in a manipulative manner excessively evoking guilt, fear, hysteria, and divisive feelings towards others or the irresponsible use of magic there.

They didn’t call it magic. They called magic evil unless it was done by Jesus himself. Ordinary people didn’t do magic, according to them, unless they were evil, even if it wasn’t on purpose. But they did it and called it by other names. “Speaking in tongues,” for instance, where they’d use chanting and swaying to put themselves in a trance and invite “the Holy Spirit” to speak through them. One would speak in some unrecognizable tongue and another across the room would translate. I didn’t take part because I recognized what they were doing as channelling and was wary about letting some random spirit or other come into me like they were doing because, no, it wasn’t only the Holy Spirit that spoke through them and sometimes used their bodies for grotesque antics, it was too often just mischievous spirits in general.

I’m not against channelling. I just think protections should be better set up against spirit invaders you don’t want. You know? So I faced a lot of criticism for refusing to participate.

One other thing that bugged me about church that applies equally to religion in general: you get told what you should think and do and what you shouldn’t. There’s a kind of group think that goes on and if you buck it, you will be harshly criticized and threatened with Hell fire for it. You’re not encouraged to use your own intellect or common sense in this department. My church, for instance, aside from being dead-set against other religions and the openly acknowledged practice of magic, also had a big problem with the idea of reincarnation and the theory of evolution.

So yeah, overall, I personally don’t miss church and don’t find any really comfortable to be in, though Catholic churches tend to be more tolerable than most to me but that could have more to do with the architecture than anything. Certain types of architecture attract or comfort me more than others. That, and perhaps the fact that Catholics don’t act as judgemental towards outsiders as most Protestants seem to be.

Anyway, all that considered, I was really amused this morning to hear again about the growing local trend of atheist churches. Sounds to me like they have all the good and bad about them that regular churches have about them. But why are they calling them “churches” when they’re not really places of worship so much as…. Hmm. Maybe they are about the same thing.

I wonder if members mind each other’s business and that of outsiders as happens so often in churches?

I know they place certain limits on thinking just like churches do. Whereas most of what churches teaches have to do with superstition and supernatural (carefully not called that) while science is kind of skirted as though it smells bad, the atheist churches have speakers come to speak on the various sciences and social issues but forbid discussion of anything to do with the supernatural in any manner, shape, or form. Yet they claim they don’t mind religious visitors. So I guess religious visitors are just careful not to talk about their religion in anything but the most pragmatic terms?

Yeah. Anyway, I wouldn’t fit in an atheist church either. I’m more of an agnostic with my own mind about how things are. To me, for example, supernatural just means Super Natural and there’s nothing unnatural about it. Now plastic, that’s unnatural. A full and very lively spirit world and life, that’s natural. It’s the greater part of what we are.

Ha. I probably wouldn’t fit in anywhere. I have a lot of feelings and ideas about how things are that don’t entirely conform to any one group’s.

I see church replacement movements all around me though.

One of them is Darwinianism, ironically enough. I saw a program recently that discussed archeological and paleontological evidence all over the place for the human race being millions of years older than the scientific establishment allows for. Among this evidence and in other species as well, is plenty to suggest that it’s not always survival of the fittest that fuels evolution. More often its cooperation between and within species that causes improvements to happen. Competition, which is often a failure to cooperate, on the other hand, results in devolution (as in Islam) or extinction altogether. Yet wherever this evidence is found, it has often been hidden from the general public so as not to upset the status quo.

Another is the “Alien Astronaut Theorists.”

I watch Alien Astronaut all the time while I’m playing on the computer or cooking at home. Jeb puts it on for me because he knows I’m interested in that stuff AND the not inconsiderable fact that I haven’t gotten comfortable with the newfangled television arrangement yet, a nightmare of cables and controls through various incomprehensible (to me) systems. So it’s my very entertaining background noise.

One phrase I hear a LOT in there is “According to Alien Astronaut Theorists…,” which makes it sound like a religion to me. They’re not stating they KNOW these things. No. They’re staying humble but VERY enthusiastic. They’re stating they BELIEVE these things and the distinction is not as small as it might seem at first glance. By the second or third glance, you can see its religious aspects for sure. There are a lot of possible explanations for the things they’re reporting on, but the only explanation they even consider is Ancient Astronauts.

I think it’s great that some people have and enjoy their churches, temples, religions, whatever. But wouldn’t it be cool if everyone just kept their minds open to every possible idea, weighing each one honestly and fairly, instead of filtering the crap out of every single one and missing the greater vistas beyond?


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