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HOWDEE EVERYONE!!
still haven't had time to post or read...hopefully this weekend!! Did get a message from Dennis the other day saying i look like queen latifah!! Now THAT was my laugh for the day!!
ROFLMAO!!!
I'm keeping this window open on my office computer....need to get my laughs in wherever I can!! Can't wait to get to know everyone better...cu all this weekend!!
love d
ROFLMAO!!!
I'm keeping this window open on my office computer....need to get my laughs in wherever I can!! Can't wait to get to know everyone better...cu all this weekend!!
love d
Self discovery?
Dearest Searchers,
I wish I were wise enough to solve problems and not create them. One constant thought I have is how can I make myself better than I am right now.
The only way I know how to be is to suffer silently. Yet, only those who complain and whimper loudly are the ones who get the support and sympathy.
(Of course, my envious nature is showing!)
So I plug along, keeping all hurts inside, not sharing my problems with anyone but God--just internalizing them. The sad thing is that I tend to keep things private from God too. My general idea is that my sins are so great that I just generalize in my prayers--forgive my sins-- I don't want to bear my soul even to my God.
Maybe I should go to therapy sessions and discover why I am so reluctant to share my problems or maybe some of you fellow searchers could help me.
I know the more life I live, the more tolerant I become--a good word and a good discussion. Another good word is
"generosity." Can we be generous enough to forgive others? Can we be generous enough to share our great wealth? Can we generous enough to let the light shine on others? Can we be generous enough to be truly happy for the success of others, even our enemies?
Laughing helps me! So I try to "be of good cheer!"
I wish I were wise enough to solve problems and not create them. One constant thought I have is how can I make myself better than I am right now.
The only way I know how to be is to suffer silently. Yet, only those who complain and whimper loudly are the ones who get the support and sympathy.
(Of course, my envious nature is showing!)
So I plug along, keeping all hurts inside, not sharing my problems with anyone but God--just internalizing them. The sad thing is that I tend to keep things private from God too. My general idea is that my sins are so great that I just generalize in my prayers--forgive my sins-- I don't want to bear my soul even to my God.
Maybe I should go to therapy sessions and discover why I am so reluctant to share my problems or maybe some of you fellow searchers could help me.
I know the more life I live, the more tolerant I become--a good word and a good discussion. Another good word is
"generosity." Can we be generous enough to forgive others? Can we be generous enough to share our great wealth? Can we generous enough to let the light shine on others? Can we be generous enough to be truly happy for the success of others, even our enemies?
Laughing helps me! So I try to "be of good cheer!"
Teacher or not?
Wise wolf, the answer to your question is I follow the new world Native Indians. They have so many teachings such as on Mother Earth etc.
I have read much wisdom on this site but Wisewolf when you post your words are you not the teacher? Are not all of you? It just so happens I can follow Wisewolf better then others and have chosen him as my teacher.
You have to forgive me but I am a newbee here and it just so happened that as I read the postings I found so much wisdom coming from Wisewolf that like it or not you now have a student!
Lynn
I have read much wisdom on this site but Wisewolf when you post your words are you not the teacher? Are not all of you? It just so happens I can follow Wisewolf better then others and have chosen him as my teacher.
You have to forgive me but I am a newbee here and it just so happened that as I read the postings I found so much wisdom coming from Wisewolf that like it or not you now have a student!
Lynn
I hope you find this as nice as I did
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew . made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."
George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ........" George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week .."
George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said, "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George.
You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.
The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists.
The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
----- A Blessed Christmas to all -
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew . made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."
George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ........" George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week .."
George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said, "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George.
You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.
The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists.
The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
----- A Blessed Christmas to all -
God
At this time I am reading the Bible and praying and, I suppose, finally realizing that the only place I can go for true wisdom and trusting comfort is in the company of God. I have been in and out of church and spiritualism for many years. However, whenever I got in trouble, jail etc., it never failed that I would seek the company of God for comfort. It seems to me that when I go in and out of being a believer the crazier I become. When things are going fine, no financial problems, etc. it seems as though I'm never in contact with God, thanking Him for all the blessings bestowed upon me. To my mind this is truely a shame! I've been through this so many times that I feel I will totally lose my mind at times. I hope this time that I can grow spirituallyand STAY with it. Calling upon God in the good times as well as the bad. I hope someone knows what I mean; if not, I truely have lost my mind. Blessings to you all!!
Astrology and Spirituality
I would love to hear your thoughts on how astrology plays a part in our spiritual path.
God's Trust in Us
From Mother Teresa:
"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
The Eternal Journey
Just thought i'd try something out here to see what comes of it.
About 35 years ago, while in Thailand, during the Viet Nam conflict, I had an experience that took me well over 25 years to realize the significance of.
I went to a 'pot party', yes we indulged in those back then, and grabbed one of the cigarettes convieniently set out for us, as I went into the bungalo. It was about the size of a regular Camel, or Lucky cigarette. It wasn't until some days later that I was to find out that our hosts had spiked those joints with PCP, better known as 'Angel Dust'. Well to make a long story shorter, I had one HELL of a trip! In the next 6 to 8 hours I experienced the world as a very small entity, viewing my own world from that perspective. I also experienced that very same world from the perspective of a very large entity, viewing myself as that very small entity. In other words, that night, I viewed the self-same world I was physically occupying from all three perspectives, and sometimes, all at the same time. I told you it was one HELL of a trip. The absolute high-point of this wild ride was when I was psychically hurled from ny physical body into the depths of outer space. Breathing wasn't a problem, as I experienced no physical qualms what so ever, but the sight/view was absolutely awe-inspiring! I was simply standing there on nothing at all, looking at what appeared to be an infinitely expansive may-pole. For those of you unfamiliar with the may pole; it is a pole, set in the ground with a number of ribbons strung from it's top, drapping down, and usually a number of people will have one of these ribbons in their hands, and will be dancing around the pole. Anyway, this 'pole' went, relative to my position there in space, up, infinitely, and down, infinitely. In other words, I couldn't discern where it began or ended. Also, if one could have discerned each and every one of the points, geometrically speaking, upon this pole, they would, as I did, have seen an infinite number of strings, coming out of the pole all the way, 360 degrees, around it, at each and every point, from top to bottom! Now, I was witnessing this phenomena from a distance, from where I was floating, and, of course, one of the strings was directly beneath me, and I was standing on one of the infinite number of points upon that infinitely long string of points. And, wonder of wonders, each and every point, on each and every string, was a planet, just like the Earth, only each one was just, ever so slightly, different, than each of the others. Now, I am not at all certain just how long I was out there, but for me, at that time, it was entirely 'TOO LONG', if you know what I mean?! I remember where, physically, I was just before I was hurled 'out' there, and it turned out to be about 20 feet from where I was when I found myself back in my body. Of course, as scared as I was about losing control of my consciousness, I spent the rest of the night fighting to keep it under control. And, for a very long time, every time I tried to remember the event, I paniced all over again. Eventually, over time, I found that I could relive the experience without further panic, but it took a very long time to do so. Then, and i'm not entirely sure when, I slowly became aware of what it was I encountered that evening. And, along with that realization, an understanding of why it scared the hell out of me the way it did. I believe, wholeheartedly, that I stood face to face with 'The Creator' that night, and in the process, got a good look at reality from 'That Great Existence's' perspective. Only for a moment, and then the moment was gone. Leaving me to brood over the experience until I was able to make sense of it. I suppose you could call it a 'once in a lifetime' event, and a scarry as it turned out to be; I wouldn't have missed it for anything!
So, what do you think? Am I a kook, or could I be on to something here? I really welcome your input.
About 35 years ago, while in Thailand, during the Viet Nam conflict, I had an experience that took me well over 25 years to realize the significance of.
I went to a 'pot party', yes we indulged in those back then, and grabbed one of the cigarettes convieniently set out for us, as I went into the bungalo. It was about the size of a regular Camel, or Lucky cigarette. It wasn't until some days later that I was to find out that our hosts had spiked those joints with PCP, better known as 'Angel Dust'. Well to make a long story shorter, I had one HELL of a trip! In the next 6 to 8 hours I experienced the world as a very small entity, viewing my own world from that perspective. I also experienced that very same world from the perspective of a very large entity, viewing myself as that very small entity. In other words, that night, I viewed the self-same world I was physically occupying from all three perspectives, and sometimes, all at the same time. I told you it was one HELL of a trip. The absolute high-point of this wild ride was when I was psychically hurled from ny physical body into the depths of outer space. Breathing wasn't a problem, as I experienced no physical qualms what so ever, but the sight/view was absolutely awe-inspiring! I was simply standing there on nothing at all, looking at what appeared to be an infinitely expansive may-pole. For those of you unfamiliar with the may pole; it is a pole, set in the ground with a number of ribbons strung from it's top, drapping down, and usually a number of people will have one of these ribbons in their hands, and will be dancing around the pole. Anyway, this 'pole' went, relative to my position there in space, up, infinitely, and down, infinitely. In other words, I couldn't discern where it began or ended. Also, if one could have discerned each and every one of the points, geometrically speaking, upon this pole, they would, as I did, have seen an infinite number of strings, coming out of the pole all the way, 360 degrees, around it, at each and every point, from top to bottom! Now, I was witnessing this phenomena from a distance, from where I was floating, and, of course, one of the strings was directly beneath me, and I was standing on one of the infinite number of points upon that infinitely long string of points. And, wonder of wonders, each and every point, on each and every string, was a planet, just like the Earth, only each one was just, ever so slightly, different, than each of the others. Now, I am not at all certain just how long I was out there, but for me, at that time, it was entirely 'TOO LONG', if you know what I mean?! I remember where, physically, I was just before I was hurled 'out' there, and it turned out to be about 20 feet from where I was when I found myself back in my body. Of course, as scared as I was about losing control of my consciousness, I spent the rest of the night fighting to keep it under control. And, for a very long time, every time I tried to remember the event, I paniced all over again. Eventually, over time, I found that I could relive the experience without further panic, but it took a very long time to do so. Then, and i'm not entirely sure when, I slowly became aware of what it was I encountered that evening. And, along with that realization, an understanding of why it scared the hell out of me the way it did. I believe, wholeheartedly, that I stood face to face with 'The Creator' that night, and in the process, got a good look at reality from 'That Great Existence's' perspective. Only for a moment, and then the moment was gone. Leaving me to brood over the experience until I was able to make sense of it. I suppose you could call it a 'once in a lifetime' event, and a scarry as it turned out to be; I wouldn't have missed it for anything!
So, what do you think? Am I a kook, or could I be on to something here? I really welcome your input.
Compassion
I Read this in a post Wisewolf made: "To be able to claim true compassion, one first has to drop the wall of seperation, and learn to accept all others, no matter their beliefs" That is why you are Wise!
I pondered this for a while, and we have a commonality, it gives us aline to connect.
The Golden Rule "treat others as you would like to be treated"
"Love your neighbor as yourself" Moses Torah Leviticus 19:18
"What you do not wish upon yourself, extend not to others" Confucius
"It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and just" Epicurus
"What is hateful to you,do not do to your fellow man" Hillel
" If no harm is done, do as you will" Wiccan Rede
" Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" Jesus
" Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you" Muhammad
A key element of the ethic of reciprocity is that a person attempting to live by this rule TREATS ALL PEOPLE, not just members of his in-group with consideration.
Mahatma Ghandi famously said, " An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind".
Fundamental moral principle found in virtually all major religions, and cultures.(Derived from multipule teachers in different times in different ways) 4,000 years ago it appeared in accient Egypt.
Such as; African Traditional, Baha'i, Buddism, Christianity, Confucianism, Hinduism,Islam,Jainism,Judaism, American Indian,Paganism,Scientology,Shintoism, Sikhism,Taism, Wicca, and Zoroastrianism. It appears in most generic cultures and secular philosophies: Atheism, Huanism,Greek philosphy and culture, Marxism,Roman antiquity and Persian culture. (Vexen Crabtree)
The myth puts you there all the time,gives you a line to connect with that mystery which you are. (Campbell)
I accept all others no matter what their beliefs! DO YOU?
I pondered this for a while, and we have a commonality, it gives us aline to connect.
The Golden Rule "treat others as you would like to be treated"
"Love your neighbor as yourself" Moses Torah Leviticus 19:18
"What you do not wish upon yourself, extend not to others" Confucius
"It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and just" Epicurus
"What is hateful to you,do not do to your fellow man" Hillel
" If no harm is done, do as you will" Wiccan Rede
" Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" Jesus
" Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you" Muhammad
A key element of the ethic of reciprocity is that a person attempting to live by this rule TREATS ALL PEOPLE, not just members of his in-group with consideration.
Mahatma Ghandi famously said, " An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind".
Fundamental moral principle found in virtually all major religions, and cultures.(Derived from multipule teachers in different times in different ways) 4,000 years ago it appeared in accient Egypt.
Such as; African Traditional, Baha'i, Buddism, Christianity, Confucianism, Hinduism,Islam,Jainism,Judaism, American Indian,Paganism,Scientology,Shintoism, Sikhism,Taism, Wicca, and Zoroastrianism. It appears in most generic cultures and secular philosophies: Atheism, Huanism,Greek philosphy and culture, Marxism,Roman antiquity and Persian culture. (Vexen Crabtree)
The myth puts you there all the time,gives you a line to connect with that mystery which you are. (Campbell)
I accept all others no matter what their beliefs! DO YOU?
