This “if”/ “then” question is flawed from the beginning. We DON’T “all die.” The rampant “fear of death” is implanted because your inner essence (the YOU part of you) KNOWS that you don’t exist to experience death within your current
Parked at the red light, I looked out my driver’s window at the passenger seated in the car to my left. An older woman. I only ever saw her profile and just for a few seconds. But those seconds changed
Truth is Your perspective, your way of viewing the world, what works for You. As such, your truth is built upon your experiences in your body with your brain and each choice and interaction with others that you have lived.
The Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.” There are three general levels to interpret the “Golden Rule.” In brief, the interpretations are: 1. Treat others as You want to be treated by them.
(This is the FOURTH in a series of posts about PAIN. Please read the three posts on Pain immediately preceding this one in order to get the entire, flowing concept.) So, for what purpose do we have emotions? I propose
(This is the third part in a series of posts on Pain. It will greatly benefit the flow and your understanding if you have previously read the two prior posts.) …. Upon unequivocally proving to myself the power of the
Today’s post follows on the heels (pun intended) of yesterdays’ post: “UNI-Pedalism, Pain, and the Holy Ghost.” Please read that post first. [What follows was written in March of 2008. Much has happened since then. However, the experience and principle
Monday was Krystal’s 14th birthday. Having recently left her home and friends in St. George for refuge in another city, she had not yet formed a new social network. School started Wednesday, and with her personality, that’s already changing. But
The peaceful heart is still and smooth as glass. Any emotion is as a stone dropped Onto a quiet lake Or as a voice uttered In a soundless cave. The drop makes a ripple. . . The sound an echo.
Sometimes… I walk eagerly, Wonderingly, Into a second-hand bookstore. Who will I meet today? As I peruse the shelves Of discarded souls My gaze may fall on an Interesting fellow. Hmm… What of life do you contain? How clear And