And, the 9pm Wrap-Up Show

Wow, today has been a flurry of blogging, hasn’t it?

I’ve accomplished quite a lot today, I think.

I know that what I think about what I’m doing is actually most important, because it’s what I think that gets me out of bed, and it’s what I think that starts the next task.

I’m not saying that what you think isn’t important to you.  I’m not saying that what you think isn’t important to me.

I believe that today, I have done no harm to myself, my world, or your world.  I hope that if you believe I’ve done you harm that you will either blow it off, or give me a chance to make it right.  I would always give you the same opportunity, but like 99.9% of the time, I just blow it off.  Actually, I can’t think of the last time someone even bothered me much.  I probably can’t think of it, because I blew it off.

So much of what is wrong with this world is a matter of messed up communication, or no communication.  When people believe without asking, then they can believe what they want.  Sometimes, that’s an advantage.  Sometimes, it leads to disaster.  Nothing is perfect.  Oh, and one can always believe what one wants, anyway.

This picture is of me when I got my hair cut last month.   The beard went in the next few days.  The power of my hair compels you.  I think the statement is funny.  I’m not making fun of the power of Christ.

I believe in God.

The best representation of how I believe God to be, based on my experience, is Jesus Christ, but I’m not technically a Christian because of what is written to be of Jesus’ own words.  I believe words are written on paper (or stone or whatever) by people.

I believe the words we hear in our heads are spoken by us.  My voice in my head is me.  Your voice in your head is you.

What my voice tells me is based on what it knows, or what it wants to believe it knows, or (probably always) a mixture of both.

What I think I know is always being learned.  The major input to that learning is what I think I have experienced in my environment.

It’s impossible for me to describe the true nature of anything because my description is always influenced by what I hoped I would see, and by what I hope you will see.  I can never completely remove myself, or my ideas, from that transaction because I am a product of my own, never ending interpretation of everything including myself.

Because of this “feature” of communication, reality comes down to what we choose to believe.

Some things that we believe are hard not to believe, like gravity.  Gravity appears to be a universally believed property of our physical existence.  We believe it because of our constant, physical experience.

God, or whatever God really is, is universal.  That logically has to be true, regardless of how you, or some other person, describe Him.

I believe we worship, pay respect, praise, or whatever, because that’s what we need and it is good for us to value something outside of ourselves that isn’t another human being’s opinion of us.

Ultimately, it’s our understanding of what God (or the Universe) wants of us that is important.  But we can only truly come to some understanding of what that might be by trying to understand our own being.

This is a gnostic way of looking at things — that we come to know God by trying to understand ourselves because we find that we are a part of everything and everything is just more of us.

9:12am Monday.

You probably won’t see me blog again until next Monday, but I hope I make time to do this again sooner than that, though.

On a personal note: I want to do everything within my power in a passive way, or through Donfather channels, to express to my biological children that I love them, and that I am interested in them, and what they are doing, and in what they need.  I want it to be obvious that I am available and open to any opportunity to share in a relationship with you both, right now, or in the future.  220/221, whatever it takes.

I have learned it is impossible to force one’s way into another’s life in a positive way just as it’s difficult to push a rope.  In the past, some had thought it necessary to use an ax to cut off the rope, but today I assure you it’s a much more simple process of communication — if not to me, then to your Donfather or Grandma Lu Anne.

Love for you, Dear Reader.


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