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Well, if I were a cartoon character, I’d be that cute Pikachu from the Pokémon anime series. It is so short with its overall yellow coloration and radical electrical berry-colored cheeks. I tend to pick up electrical static during these cold, wintry months and zap other people or sometimes blow out the light bulbs after flipping the switch. Pika-chuuu!
Small miracles (like sounds of birds chirping, sights of sun rising, scents of roses blooming, etc.) are part of my reality but not as sensational as reported to the general public. By these examples, ‘God’ exists 100%. ‘God’ would be that which is indescribable by mere words; that which the faith in nothing and the belief in something exists above and beyond our general five senses and current understanding of the universe as a whole.
Yeah: welcome all newbies! I too am new at ATS since Monday, 11-Dec-2007. And yes I’ll admit this forum is quite addictive with all its various topics to read and post replies. So far I’ve posted eight entries and this particular entry will be the ninth. This is not bad for one Sunday, 16-Dec-2007.
I’ve known ATS for over a couple of years and this is one of many places I post my thoughts with two other forums of interest. A blogsite of mine is especially my favorite place to rant and rave whenever I please without all these restrictions of terms, rules and guidelines found on ATS.
Can’t stop posting! Must take a break: stand up, step away from the computer and walk around a bit! Aaahhh!
Money is not evil when in the ‘right’ hands. There is nothing wrong with the abundance of wealth either. There are selfless people who have the means to give up the motivation of greediness and thereby help those persons in the most need from failure or difficulties.
Since going back to the gold standard or barter system does not seem feasible, the current monetary mechanism has been installed by which to allow the profit seeking businesses to hold the government at their every whim and thereby pass the buck on us hard working folks through taxation and long hours with less pay, for examples.
With or without money, happiness has been elusive for me knowing there are those who would continue to create distinction between the rich and poor classes. As a result, the planet and its resources have been compromised to keep the flow of raw materials into the labor forces that allows workers to earn some money in order to buy commodities for basic living: food, clothing and shelter.
For the sake of illustration purposes:
If I meet, say, an apple (God) and it’s not from my faith of orange worshipers, there would be no comparison. I would try and learn what makes the difference between the almighty apple and the orange worshippers. I’m sure eating and enjoying both types of fruit wouldn’t hurt at all.
Each person should be the judge (not God) as to which of the different ‘religions’, like various selections of fruits at our markets, ‘taste’ better. Can you imagine eating the same kind of fruit everyday? I think not.
Noone should fear or take any particular preference to treat one type of fruit as being better or wrong over the other. This is simply not realistic. It’s like being forced to eat something that wouldn’t sit well with the stomach.
So if I really meet God, all I could do is admit, there is not a single fruit that I never did like to eat. I happen to like banana anytime.
That picture would have looked more appetizing on a very empty stomach and had I not eaten dinner already.
BUT, anything that looks that good to eat is worthy of consumption even though the chickens have been through much ‘processing’ prior to ending up as our foodstuff.
Hmmm: I would have initially gone with both letters A. and B. as one and the same, where God (a savior) is on a mission through a teacher who reveals [esoteric] knowledge. But then again, I’d have to go with MM’s fictional being as letter C or even my letter D (see below):
A. Savior (God on a mission)
B. Revealer (teacher of knowledge)
C. Exclamation as in ‘Gee! I don’t like either letters A. or B.’
D. All of the above.
Yeah, I’m an astigmatic nerd who wears a plastic Jones New York Eyeglasses J425 (Brown) with Eyesize: 55; Bridge: 17; Temple: 135. My single vision iZon High Resolution Lens (San Diego, CA) has the fine amenities of anti-scratch; anti-glare and UV protection coatings. Total cost with insurance is over $400.00 for one pair.
Furthermore, with the lack of a high-bridged nose, I may need those eyeglass leashes to keep my pair of prescription glasses from slipping. But for the meantime, I’ve squished the nose pad closer together as a temporary fix. This creates dark, bruise-like grooves on the sides of my nose, unfortunately.
I used to wear contact lenses but my already dry eyes protested. The eye drops offered little comfort knowing that something foreign is sticking to my eyes. The daily task of insertion, removal and cleaning got tiresome. But my peripheral vision was better with contact lenses compared to wearing eyeglasses, by the way.
I’ve tried grey tinted contact lenses that made my dark brown eyes almost light, purplish blue. The responses from people were more positive with my lighter eyes that with my natural eye color. If only I could afford that laser eye surgery, I’m sure I’d be able to see the world much better than hiding behind my corrective lenses.
So when and if I could get rid of my old ‘back-up’ pairs, I would definitely donate those to my local optometrist for those persons in the most need of looking like Ugly Betty. Hehehe!
I dreamt of dying by the hands of an executioner, who was standing to my left. My hands were tied behind my back. I was wearing a long white gown and my long dark hair was disheveled.
There was a stone wall to my right with maybe two torches attached to the wall that dimly lighted the air.
One person in front of me was also in the same uncomfortable position where our feet were tucked underneath and our heads bowed down in submission.
The date of my death was August 19 when that long wooden axe came down on my neck, not once, but twice because the first blow was not successful. Both strikes were painless.
I remember hovering above my body after the second strike of the long wooden axe before I awoke from my dream.
I’ll keep my story short and simple. I wouldn’t call this a NDE but I am sure it was the closest. Mine wasn’t all beautiful and loving. I was actually standing in a darkened room where the only source of light was filtering from the ceiling several stories above me. This shaft of light shined through the size of a manhole cover.
The only way up and towards this light was an elevator spiraling counter clockwise. I saw myself stepping upon this elevator as it was moving. Each time I tried step onto one of the rising stairs I would fall backwards. Then I remember ‘Maw’ slapping me awake because I had a 104 degree Fahrenheit fever.
I would guess that this particular NDE is triggered by stress of having the aches and pains from flu-like symptoms while under the over-the-counter medication. By the way, this event occurred many years ago and I’ve not noticed any life changing perspective on life either as a result.
Well, mine are two holes per earlobes; so that makes it four ‘pierces’ in my body. I happen to wear two 22k gold earrings as my preferred jewelry, too. I was thinking about getting a nose pierce on my left nostril but don’t know about the results. Perhaps, I’ll need to find out the hard way and get one myself.
Ummm, Hi! This is my first post. Although I am jobless for six months and can’t hold down a temporary job in my field of ‘bean counting’, I’ve sponsored a family in Southern California and children in need of a holiday gift through our local tree giving programs. Sometimes I get carried away and give too much out of my hard work for my own good. But that is me and in the spirit of giving there is no holding back what I feel is right even if it means breaking my piggy bank.