Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
Are they always taken for granted? The souls are all around us. They are spirits hovering over only to be noticed on All Saints' Day/ All Souls Day. They are true and real, a part of us, although they are in their new realm of consciousness. Their existence does not defy reason, in fact it is logical to believe about souls and spirits. Recently, I greeted somebody "happy Halloween". She got hurt and demanded that I stop "that crap". I don't know why. I know she's a Christian. To believe on spirits and souls, and Halloween, is part of Christianity. But I just took it for granted, also, because reason may be lost if you don't believe in it. You believe, I believe. That's supposed to be the question. Others just think of it that way. No more logic. And if you go on arguing, they also contend that we do not believe. Which is which? |
I've read someone say, "Change is increasing at an increasing rate." And change is the only thing that is permanent. You are not a human being if you don't change. All of God's creations change. It's a part of our existence, a part of being me, you, them and things that we deal, take care, and consume. Wow. Change. From our childhood, we encounter everything change into something different. I imagine myself when I was a kid, then into an adult, to my disability, to my current state, what I'm thinking at this very moment, what I'm doing. It's all change. I have to change. I have to be somebody else. I have to strive, to work, and help others change. This is adulthood. This is aging. And I'm going somewhere. Going home. That could be the purpose of change - because we all go home to our father. In a changed state. A changed being. |
Thanks for this upgrade. There's new hope for me as a writer. Blessings have been poured, and as they say, "When it rains, it pours." I have been lax in this site, and I want to make up. I'll upload some of my stories now. Thanks too to RAOK. And to my readers, thanks for passing by. |
First day after Easter. It's a new day for us Christians. Easter is a new beginning, a resurrection after our death from sin. Jesus saved us from disgusting, horrible life of sin, and transformed us into new beings. That is after our death. But since we are still alive, we can still sin. Jesus' resurrection allows us to live a life without sin. And we should maintain this life of no sin until our physical sin. We have to be serious in maintaining a clean life in order to be with Jesus in heaven. Thank you for this Easter, Lord. Help me maintain my life of no sin until my physical death. Amen. |
This is an interview with someone who calls himself the great pretender. "Com'n, Med," he explains, his sometimes slipping, but words still clear, "everybody calls me I'm dumb, but I'm just pretending. I'm the great pretender." His voice reverberated in the night. We had consumed about two bottles each of large-sized beer. "What do you mean the great pretender?" "Oh, I'm just pretending that I'm dumb but I'm not," he said, giggling. "You know what? When it comes to gambling, I'm the master." I nodded and smiled at the thought that this guy grew up with cards in his hands. "I made a living out of it, friend. I pretend that I don't know what I'm doing with my cards, but when someone's not watching, I do all the tricks. And I go home with all of their money." "What tricks do you do?" I asked this time more curious, forgetting my drink. "My cards are marked," he says with a dint of secrecy. "But even if they are not marked, I still can recognize my cards, if it's a king or an ace. I can make all the bluffs. I can let them win first. But later when I'm certain that I got their trust, I do my secret magic, and go home with my pockets full." "Do you always do this?" "Oh yes, but now I'm cooling down." "Why?" I asked, with a toast of my beer. "I don't know. Just have to cool down." Then we went home when our beers were done. |
Arrived just on time. In my mind, I hated to come to work too early. Reason? I hated revisions. Revisions of jobs, essays, academic papers. So I tried to open the website. Immediately I got heartburn. This thing heartburn is the most I hate ever since I've been trying to earn dollars. And these dollars could just be earned by writing and writing term papers or essays. Heartburn turned to heart attack. Yes, revisions. Another sleepless night. Another period of searching and researching. So there folks, I have to stop. Got some revision. |
No, dear folks. I'm not signing out. It just occurred to me recently, while I was thinking of a prompt, the thought of when are we really signing out. When am I signing out? It's not that I'm tired of 'signing in,'curiosity has let me asked the intriguing question. I heard a voice in, a frail little voice: "I'm signing out." Oh, did I hear it? It was a weak, seemingly hollow voice, belonging to some little creature. Could it be me? My ego? "Signing out." Why? Oh, just tired. Lowbat. If there's signing out, there's the in. |
I've just read from the Spiritual Newsletter the interdependence of things, of nature, of the world around us - from the simplest, insignificant flapping of a butterfly's wings to the wild fire. How is the wildfire related to us or mother nature? Ecological balance is the explanation for it. The wildfire occurs by itself and is extinguished by nature itself, too, even if man painstakingly tries to extinguishes it. The explanation for all of this is the laws of Nature which God has instituted on the universe. It is not to be violated. It is there for us and all creation to follows. In our human body, there are laws too. If you try to violate, abuse, or over-use, we know what happens next. This is nature. This is all God's creation. This the evidence of the existence of God, that we are all created for a purpose, and we are going somewhere, a place, a state He destined us all to be. |
I've just read from the Spiritual Newsletter the interdependence of things, of nature, of the world around us - from the simplest, insignificant flapping of a butterfly's wings to the wild fire. How is the wildfire related to us or mother nature? Ecological balance is the explanation for it. The wildfire occurs by itself and is extinguished by nature itself, too, even if man painstakingly tries to extinguishes it. The explanation for all of this is the laws of Nature which God has instituted on the universe. It is not to be violated. It is there for us and all creation to follows. In our human body, there are laws too. If you try to violate, abuse, or over-use, we know what happens next. This is nature. This is all God's creation. This the evidence of the existence of God, that we are all created for a purpose, and we are going somewhere, a place, a state He destined us all to be. |
If I wrote for others, why can't I write for myself. I've been writing for some site (for a payment), and now I can't write for myself - for my blogs, for my other sites, for my diaries. Something is motivating me to write for them, and that is money. I have to pay myself to get to writing for my unfinished novel, my personal experiences. Writing is easy, sometimes, don't get me wrong. We have to reach to that point, the beyond where we can so easily grasp what is being dictated by our subconscious. It is like a soul, or a ghost, or a monster, that when you touch it, here comes your writing. Yes, touch it, pinch it, speak to it. You've got to do something. |