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what I wonder is.. how scientology.org ends up with a google ad at the bottom of the page with this kind of discussion.. ha. Maybe they are only 2/3 wrong..

It was a nice(mostly) Jewish lady who asked me that question. What would you do.. well.. first thing.. I'd forgive all those who tried to sell me a pale substitute to the truth, or untruth, or whatever it was.. she says.. "you are quite generous". its all part of this present "trip".. is it not? one step of wrongness after another.. I thought about that today.. "I'm tired of being wrong all the time.. " maybe its just what comes with participating in this existence.. rosie, deslile.. and whoever is still there.. they are still in kindergarten..

I didn't read every reply here.. but.. what if you found out one day that EVERYTHING you believed was wrong.. what would you do.. the Rabbi on another thread that Abi quoted may well be on the way.. ga*d bless him.. which,who,whatever that (he/she/, I can't say it..) is.. I can envision it.. Jews, Christians, Muslims, Wiccan adherants (to whatever that might be at the moment or not).. what about the Incan culture and theology? Native Americans? but wouldn't it be nice.. everybody tripping over one another.. "I was wrong brother..".. "no! it was me!" "Nawwwww.. you guys have no clue as to wrongness.." I'll be the first. all I have is an impression in my consciousness.. whether it is self-induced, or acquired otherwise.. could be argued.. but call it any name you want to.. it does tend to be a mixture of a lot of others just like me..

maybe I shouldn't say more.. It's been *kazillions* of years. The physicists in our era are starting to figure out how long.. which is really *cool*.. but what's happened since then? Well.. we've meandered about the cosmos.. formed groups, committees, alliances, agreements.. and the general rule is we don't remember the lifetime that came before.. or the mindless (sometimes) committees and agreements.. scary thoughts, no? I dunno. Maybe its nuts.. but how about anybody elses religion? I don't think there is not a single individual here.. that does not have some impression of what it was like to come into this existence.. I love this place.. it is probably one of the fewest places in the world that fundamentalist (fill in the religious blank) don't try to beat the snot out of me..

ha! well. there are some thoughts of those among us.. we are all a product of spilling of some of God's blood.. now wouldn't every drop, however small, be rather unique? they broke the mold, every time one of us came to be.. I really don't think we had a creator, who envisioned a multitude of mini mes.. I think it was far too great a sacrifice for something so non consequential..

Don't "chuck it" on my account.. :) other beliefs admit or allow what they call "walk ins". walk ins to this existence.. generally, the thought is that whatever consciousness, or entity the person was, is no more. At least here.. is this generally the same as the concept of "born again"? apparently to them it is.. I saw an interview of some guy.. the body was terminally ill.. and the claim was that he abandoned the body.. "something" took his place. The "something" knew enough about some herbal remedies and stuff.. the former "owner" didn't have a clue. Couldn't speak chinese either.. but this character, who or whatever he/it/she/they is/was/were.. knew where to go to find the cure.. just a few thoughts. maybe I should have been a little more careful with my wording.. seeds generally do define themselves.. They just are what they are..

Maybe its just a matter of not being able to teach an old cult new tricks..

Is it possible that one is trying to force a tomato seed to produce an apple tree? seeds are sown, are they not? they don't exactly define themselves..

I wonder if they will outfit the new motorcoach with a lifeboat..

I dunno.. to being limited to being wrong or right.. e who do I vote for.. ah.. that's it. there is a god.. strong enough.. to be wrong and right at the same time.. I've met Him.. whatever the story is doesn't really bother me.. I just hope I am his friend.. and you'd better have room for my cats.. that is, the cats under my charge.. if not.. da hell with you.. no room for "lesser beings"? I'm the prime example here.. I hope you are really love..

I duuno.. maybe it's being a god is too much. Too much to expect, too much to perform.. wrong or right.. there are too many of us to figure that out.. So I tend to condemn the wicked.. I can't live as they.. but where do we go from here.. wrong or right.. it's a pretty fine dividing line.. depends on too much s*it..

and.. isn't that the whole point.. a dear, dear friend asked me.. "what if you found everything you believed was wrong.." heh God's perception.. could it be.. well, wrong? scary thought.. we tend to be able to live with that.. maybe He does not want to be God.. scarier thought.. why can't I have just a little fun before I die.. not too many options when one is the Almighty.. sorry, just a few thoughts..

there are a few others.. who told me their story.. usually, others don't get it.. unless.. 1. It's a matter of public record. That is.. the in law who grew pot in his basement.. you would never hear it from me, unless the state of Michigan first entered his abode.. 2. The person departed from this world.. then it's more like.. their existence in present reality depends on being recognized by the rest of us humans who are lucky enough to be left behind.. I'm waiting. The last one who talked with me.. I'm going to suggest an English Composition class.. it maybe keep a journal.. don't worry too much about the legal implications.. it's a story, to be told. Just not by me.. unless you come under category number two..

Thank you for posting this topic, dear friend Abi.. I hope it got the results you wanted.. :)

ah friend Martin. I don't know why it is.. people tend to tell me everything.. no vow of secrecy, or anything.. He used to sell Pigeons.. maybe his story needs told.. I don't know why.. He would sell pigeons. And less than a half an hour, unless the unwary buyer confined them in a cage.. they would be back in Martin's pigeon coup.. the buyer would show up.. "have you seen my pigeons.." "noooooo..." Even in Way days.. this character probably was the closest to a "father" I had.. I never even CARED about any difference in religion, or commitment.. I mourn the loss.. :)

ha! yeah, not so bad, is it.. I was almost afraid to revisit this thread.. wondered how much I embarrassed myself.. I can understand the Hindu perspective a lot of the time as well.. there are a couple of their laws I am struggling with as well.. but this one Rabbi Abi quoted.. this guy is WONDERFUL.. In a weird way, I hope he doesn't figure that out.. just keep going the way you're going, fella..

Does anyone even make any of that any more? Send a few micrograms, to.. Da Squirrel New Knoxville, Ohio *they* will know where to send it, I'm sure..

I wonder if anybody can get a refund..

I was in charge of the weather once. But it only lasted at the most about sixty seconds..

so.. the scary question remains.. what are we..

He and his brother.. maybe I shouldn't say.. they used to sing.. after orChristmas Sales.. "what a friend, we have in Jesus.." sorry.. he told me.. God bless you friend.. He told me they used to offer a thanksgiving turkey. It was still alive.. the guy would deliver the range, oven.. refrigerator, or whatever it was.. "here is your turkey, Mahm.." It was still alive. Feathers and all.. God bless you, dear friend, Martin.. where do we go from here.. Sorry. I'm a innocent(?) bystander here.. sorry.. I tend to see th Jewish perspective on EVERYTHING.. heh Martin was really.. one of a kind. When he was born, they broke the mold.. I hope I live up to the same kind of reputation..

Sorry. I can't help.. he married a Goy.. she was too damned practical. One more word Martin... and... Martin defined the big laugh.. I don't care how much money he embodied.. he didn't either, either..

the last friend I had.. excuse the spelling. He assumed the title "Meshuginah".. If that's the best I can expect.. well, there are worst fates.. Gpd bless you Martin. sorry, I shouldn't say.. I'm just an observer here..

maybe I should not say more.. :) what can I say friend.. is this Kaballah.. or isn't it.. maybe I'm just nuts. I'll assume that title, well.. what are we..

I should have asked.. does the Creator have some kind of aversion to red wine? we could add that one to the rest of the 611 that apply here.. make it 610 "issues" I'm working on.. sorry, I'm not trying to be obnoxious. Just another old sorry sonofabitch.. trying to find my way through all of this..