Truthfulness, Justice, Freedom, Respect…

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Sadness, a Coin of Feeling

Ever thought about what causes sadness?

Well, for me, I feel sad when I do not have (or miss) something I want… but I think what makes me even sadder is when I miss (or want) something that I eventually find out I already have. Kind of like when wanting Love from others but we’re taught to first Love ourselves.

Yet, it seems to me that these are not separate… but exist as equal sides of the same coin… the coin of feeling sad when we’re missing Love (or something -eventually- very similar).

So what is the true coin of Love? Is it self-Love? Love of/from others? A combination of both?

Yes… and no… because the coin of Love is actually not a thing (having), but a process… a two-sided process of giving and accepting… of such as kindness, mercy, good judgment, support, and so much more (without end).

So when I feel sad, I ask myself, “What is it really that I feel missing… and is it not already here? Both within me and without? Or if not, perhaps it is still on the way? Or is it I just don’t see it… am truly missing it?”


Dapples Dancing

When the winds blow through the trees,
The leaves dance, each in its unique way…
Causing sunlit dapples to shimmer and glow.
I trust this is pleasing to God…
Else why is it so?


If It Feels Good

Have you heard the expression “If it feels good, do it”?

Well, it seems many take this to mean ‘feels good’ as in sex, drugs, and rock & roll…

but perhaps what it really means is ‘feels good’ as in heart-felt right thing to do…

like, for example, helping someone out… or behaving honorably.


Off The Beaten Path

If we all traveled
off the beaten path,
then it would never be beaten…
or become the path…
would it?


A Question of Morality

Assuming both have been taught of God,

which is the worse – or morally reprehensible…

the one who bares herself in public — or the one who straps on a bomb and suicides to punish nakedness?

the one who wastes resources — or the one who wastes lives to stop waste?

the one who allows freedom, with an accounting to God — or the one who forces an accounting to man…

or is it the one who rebels against Spirit Father?


Fact or Fiction

Have you ever thought about the story of Jesus? Of whether it is fact or fiction?

Well… if you believe the story is true then you probably know what to do. But what if you don’t believe the story is true? Should that really make a difference? What I mean is, even if you don’t believe Jesus existed and was who they claim he was (if the story is total fiction) why should that make any difference in the meaning of the acount?

Seems to me that the story itself – of who Jesus was, what he thought, and especially how he behaved – has so much in it that if we pay attention (regardless if it is fact or fiction or sopmething in-between), we would all benefit in some way.

I also feel that if one simply looks at the story objectively one must in the end accept it as fact because if you think about it, why would it be a lie? We know that people who lie (or are imposters) do so because they wish to gain something (selfishly) for themselves (whether fame, power, money. or just their way). Yet when we examine what Jesus (or the story of Jesus) asked, we find that it was that we believe in something (truly) better in more ways than one and that we take heart and/or find solace in that something… and he did so without asking anything for himself in return… actually giving up everything – fame, fortune, and even his life. Now would a liar (or an imposter in a story) do that? I believe not… and I don’t think anyone would deny that if we all followed the example that Jesus set, mankind would be at least a tad better off than we are now. So I figure, we might as well as try to emulate it.

But why do people refuse to examine and ultimately accept & believe? In my opinion it is due to either blindness, fear, rebellion, or possibly weakness of some sort. For whatever reason, they cannot seem to acknowledge any better idea or example that may exist beyond themselves or their meager understanding. And so we come to why the world is the way it is… because people argue about fact or fiction instead of doing right.


If We Were Flowers

Suppose for a moment that everyone is a flower of some sort.

Now, some people may think that certain “flowers” are really just weeds.

But I know some pretty cool bees who think those same flowers are something special.


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