This morning I decided that I think there is no god
There is nature and the sun is godlike as it heals the soul but I think there is no god the way I used to believe there was a god. This probably isn’t true but what if it is?
For me it's all about the language--the term "god" has been so overused, and so narrowly used, that those of us who were raised in strict Christian churches kind of think "old man in a nightgown looking down from the clouds"...but I think the sun and air and all the inexplicable marvels of our lives demonstrate the existence of--something vast and unnameable, of which maybe "god" is a small part. (But then one of my customers has been reading to me from new physics books and trying to explain all this--my mind and spirit are happily spinning)
Yes jarvenpa, thank you. I have had to change my ideas, as you say from my childhood images of the “old man in the nightgown…,” and I came to believe in variations of an “unnameable” universal power embodied in nature’s elements and I can’t quite explain what the experience this morning was about and I know it was significant as it has never happened like this before in this way and I have been trying to understand it today and I can’t. But, I know today was another new beginning. That I know.
Yes mindinside and today, I started to understand something. I started this blog to search for beauty because I was pretty heavy into political blogging, still just decompressing.
I think I have something called PCD (political-culture-of-deception depression). And I’ve been trying to keep away from politics (I am letting my political blogs float off into obscurity in the land of the webosphere because I can’t take it anymore. Because I can’t breathe anymore.) Someone very special told me today: “well, you can’t inhale and exhale at the same time.
I’m not sure how this relates but as I move further and further from political writing, I am beginning to remember how to breathe. And maybe I’ll even relocate my chi.
Politic is a game The art of knowing how to lie. Knowing how to bite off people's neck in a logical, reasonable way
Ít's a drama played by those few whose greed and selfishness rule over their souls Who sit and decide how and when for others Who just care about money, fame and their powers.
a waste of time thinking about politic when there is other things to think of.LOL I wish you brighter days
Thanks. I was never into politics before but my honey, Jack, convinced me to “get into it a little bit” and then I had to write about everything. I hadn’t realized how deceptive it is and I hadn’t realized how abusive it is (I’ve been cowering under a stone, licking my wounds). I’m grateful to rediscover people who believe in beauty.
Very good point; I've often pondered the same thing many nights. Then I sometimes come up with the theory that even though I also know there isn't a Santa Clause, I can trace the idea back to someone looking over with me with my best interest at heart. Perceptions change with time but if you welcome the change in view with an open mind, it's not so scary.
jac: I was never in politics myself so I’ve never known political power. It’s the disappointment I’ve discovered as I have spent several years now pondering, studying political topics and writing about it. I’m taking an introduction to politics and American government course at University, along with others. Politics involves, shapes and impinges on us all (and I just need to take certain courses). It’s what they’re doing that is so difficult and it’s how people hate in the process to their goals. I am in the closing moments on that subject now; I learned what I had to learn and am more than anxious to leave the tensions behind~~just a little more aware.
livewire: yes, yes, I remember discovering Santa wasn’t real. That was the first awakening. But I’ve always loved Nature so and was always convinced there was proof of a god in Nature. But, when I suspected there was no god this time, it was more poignant than anything. As if even Nature is not proof. I am welcoming the change because so much life has proven that life is a mysterious continuum that perhaps I’ll never really understand. (I don’t really know anything at all.)
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For me it's all about the language--the term "god" has been so overused, and so narrowly used, that those of us who were raised in strict Christian churches kind of think "old man in a nightgown looking down from the clouds"...but I think the sun and air and all the inexplicable marvels of our lives demonstrate the existence of--something vast and unnameable, of which maybe "god" is a small part.
(But then one of my customers has been reading to me from new physics books and trying to explain all this--my mind and spirit are happily spinning)
Yes jarvenpa, thank you. I have had to change my ideas, as you say from my childhood images of the “old man in the nightgown…,” and I came to believe in variations of an “unnameable” universal power embodied in nature’s elements and I can’t quite explain what the experience this morning was about and I know it was significant as it has never happened like this before in this way and I have been trying to understand it today and I can’t. But, I know today was another new beginning. That I know.
frenchindian,
peer out your mind
you see there is a sunshine.
"the sun and air and all the inexplicable marvels of our lives demonstrate the existence of--something vast and unnameable"
I agree with jarvenpa!
Yes mindinside and today, I started to understand something. I started this blog to search for beauty because I was pretty heavy into political blogging, still just decompressing.
I think I have something called PCD (political-culture-of-deception depression). And I’ve been trying to keep away from politics (I am letting my political blogs float off into obscurity in the land of the webosphere because I can’t take it anymore. Because I can’t breathe anymore.) Someone very special told me today: “well, you can’t inhale and exhale at the same time.
I’m not sure how this relates but as I move further and further from political writing, I am beginning to remember how to breathe. And maybe I’ll even relocate my chi.
Politic is a game
The art of knowing how to lie.
Knowing how to bite off people's neck in a logical, reasonable way
Ít's a drama played by those few whose greed and selfishness rule over their souls
Who sit and decide how and when for others
Who just care about money, fame and their powers.
a waste of time thinking about politic when there is other things to think of.LOL
I wish you brighter days
Thanks. I was never into politics before but my honey, Jack, convinced me to “get into it a little bit” and then I had to write about everything. I hadn’t realized how deceptive it is and I hadn’t realized how abusive it is (I’ve been cowering under a stone, licking my wounds). I’m grateful to rediscover people who believe in beauty.
Politics is like hashish, you have it for life unless to turn back in right time.
It all comes from Power...and power is like opium; once you taste it, you can't sleep with out it.
Very good point; I've often pondered the same thing many nights. Then I sometimes come up with the theory that even though I also know there isn't a Santa Clause, I can trace the idea back to someone looking over with me with my best interest at heart. Perceptions change with time but if you welcome the change in view with an open mind, it's not so scary.
jac: I was never in politics myself so I’ve never known political power. It’s the disappointment I’ve discovered as I have spent several years now pondering, studying political topics and writing about it. I’m taking an introduction to politics and American government course at University, along with others. Politics involves, shapes and impinges on us all (and I just need to take certain courses). It’s what they’re doing that is so difficult and it’s how people hate in the process to their goals. I am in the closing moments on that subject now; I learned what I had to learn and am more than anxious to leave the tensions behind~~just a little more aware.
livewire: yes, yes, I remember discovering Santa wasn’t real. That was the first awakening. But I’ve always loved Nature so and was always convinced there was proof of a god in Nature. But, when I suspected there was no god this time, it was more poignant than anything. As if even Nature is not proof. I am welcoming the change because so much life has proven that life is a mysterious continuum that perhaps I’ll never really understand. (I don’t really know anything at all.)
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