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What is Religion?

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Religion is simply a form of Meditation...

A friend of mine, an atheist friend of mine couldn’t stand my strong co-existence full belief of a supernatural deity, and a perfect understanding and acceptance of science. So he said I was suffering from Pascal’s wager. For description purposes, Pascal’s wager is the ability to harmoniously harbor two conflicting ideas.
I have always considered myself an apologetic given by the number of incidences I stood up for religion and Christianity truth, but my comfort and most of my recognition comes from cutting all paranoia I religion, basically saying what is pure truth, not just the bible truth. There is one incidence that that scared me when I read the book of Urantia, and wanted to consult its authenticity, but there is no one, even the most educated pastors and bishops who even had the idea that such a book existed. One very prominent tried to call it a bible comentally, his ignorance scared me to the bone.
According to a certain theory of the origin of knowledge, one is born with all the knowledge, but in the process of birth they forget everything, so they spend their lifetime trying to re-call and remember what they forgot at birth. The other theory of course says the opposite but my point is…I have personally managed to attain answers to some of my most difficult questions by merely meditating and continually thinking over a topic for a considerable good time, sometimes even a year.
There is one instance I was walking to work and something just came into my mind, “Religion is Meditation.” I know I had been previously advocating this notion earlier but this time it was heavier. I always believed, that God is greater than religion, greater than the bible and greater than everything else, including our comprehension. But now, if religion is meditation, then that makes every concept of religion physical, not divine.
So, is there a God? A Force? Or an Energy that controls anything? Id answer that question with… “First, there is obviously a time for everything, an opportunity or a chance for every event. Second, there exists a watch man that watches over every event and assists everything remain in balance. And third, there also exists a watch maker, the uncaused cause, the immovable mover.” It is my understanding this sounds poetic or artistic, but truth be said, we are all part of a bigger endless, but finite game. Some are pones, others are queens, others are born kings, others just provide the playground, we call them the king makers.

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Cannibalism

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How does it feel to always wish and never hope?

Why does it kill you that which heals me?

Why dislike what I like because I hate what you love?

Tribalism is simply cannibalism;

 

Sweet person from my tongue is a spit from your mouth;

A brother for a brother is an eye for an eye;

Service to humanity is service to self;

Selfishness is simply tribalism;

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Rent

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What goes up must come down;

What goes around comes back around;

A time to kill and a time to heal;

Blood is heavier than water;

Hope for the best but expect the worst;

All that glitters is not gold;

As above so below;

A child of sin is sin;

We speak out of abundance of our hearts;

Clay cannot be made gold;

A wrong can’t cancel a wrong;

What is good remains good;

Human is to error;

Humility gifts wings;

Patience bestowal’s power;

Time blesses with honor;

A witch and a pastor come from the same womb;

Good people deserve good things;

Under race, tribe, gender and age is death;

Seeing is believing;

In memories we see the past;

In hope we peep into the future;

 

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Weiter

poem /

*****

Dear Fate;

Whoever is responsible for my present condition obviously cares a great deal. For me, it was such a wonderful miracle to see such light in a woman. The moment you came into my life it was like a day I had started off without the sun, it was dawn and it was cruel. Suddenly, and without warning, the sunshine breaks through the dimness and lights up everything.

*****

I could have chosen to type this, but I can’t. I can’t because I know I can’t. I already had started to type but the subject of my writing kept me distracted. I always wanted to hold onto something for a long to me, perhaps that’s why I find it comfortable to hold onto this pen. I want to see my bad hand writing. I wanted to see my mistakes. I want to write my past so I can forget it. I want to be born again in hope and with luck.

I made very many mistakes, just like I have already made mistakes in this writing and I will continue to make more. This is a concrete proof I can’t and I will never be perfect. When, how, why are all descriptive terms of time-space. They are the only guardians of time who can explain the reason for me ever meeting you. Of all my encounters, meetings, mistakes, strengths, and everything am proud of, you rank not at the top, but alone. I have never been capable of classifying even to the least degree of how much you meant to me, and just how much you will remain stuck in my present as a shadow of my weakness.

It is hence the intention of this writing to cut and paste this deep will to yield hope. I will write and say what I never said, I will write and fill this paper with sections and gaps of my paste that still haunt me to date. It is until late in my past that I have discovered why I have never been so indwelt into people’s business. I have created very high walls of perfection within me that only few people dare to cross over. But there was and still is one caption and moment in my past I was wall-less. I was free. I saw light. I felt alive. I breathed green and fresh air. And that was the moment you came into my life.

Such a luminous face with darling doll bright eyes. You are truly a very rare species of humans who resemble perfection and are a constant proof of the existence of unnatural gifts of…suddenly am beginning to lack word but I wish to say this before am done, perhaps I was shy but you made me twice shy. I would if I could but describing how naturally beautiful you are could resemble exaggeration, so I won’t. I could if I would but I can’t explain about how I still feel goose bumps, but that you already know, so I won’t say.

However, I can and I will run away, so away from you as your sight dispels my personality and disturbs my inner peace. I will and I can, however, point out without an interior motive that, what you were to me you still are and please forgive my insanity to mention that you still will remain the most beautiful amazing and lovable creature I will perhaps ever set my eyes upon.

 

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Be other

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Be other;

Be good;

Be kind;

Be generous;

 

Be other;

Be rich;

Be wealthy;

Be healthy;

 

Be other;

Be forgiving;

Be transparent;

Be pure;

 

Be other;

Be him;

Be lucky;

Be chosen;

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Finally

poem /

Love what you care about,

You may never have it for long;

You envy that which is other,

Why are you jealous when others desire yours?

You want to be victor, who will be the victim?

You want to conquer, who is the conquered?

If you want to have everything,

What will everyone else have?

You want to be king, and don’t want to follow rules;

You want to be great, yet you think small;

You want magic, yet you hate fiction;

You want to be vicious, yet you act dubious;

You want her, and I want her too;

 

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Hope

poem /

A smile can see-miles;
A loathe can become a love;
Tired is not retired;
Liberty yields from labor;
A will provides a way;
Art is in the Heart;
Expression is impression;
Zeros can be heroes;
Money maketh not honey;

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The Ultimatum [Part 1]

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Me:               I have decided, as from this moment, I will transcend everything and anyone who displeases and stands on my way…

Myself:           that looks heavy, don’t you think?

Me:                 well yes, and exactly… I have undergone under so grieving and deep pressure, I haven’t structurally changes, but I have mutated as a result of my response to adaptation and surviving.

Myself:           I don’t understand what you mean… what are you even talking about?

Me:                 you see Charles, I feel like am lost in the events of life. And because my godliness cannot allow me do the injustice trespassing other peoples affairs, or pass through them like they don’t matter, I want to go beyond everyone, to a level of complete independence, a place where happiness is inherently within my fears and worries and self-compelled joy is supreme.

Myself:           okay…

Me:                 and you will help me get to there… you see Charles, here outside is fun, and thrilling events happen, but I want to be like you… I want to be self-propellant… self-motivated, and self-experiencing…

Myself:           wait a minute, do you want to become completely independent of the nature? You want to be independent of time? That can’t happen, at least not in this mortal life…

Me:                 no. I don’t intend to free myself from the wave of life, I want absolute control of my condition and situation, more so, I want total and complete authority over my environment, future, and fate. Not that I don’t want to hope, I surely want to, but I want assurance besides insurance.

Myself:           …well, and how do you intend to go about that?

Me:                 as I said, I will transcend. You see like light, gamma rays of light to be precise. Those rays are not visible, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, but keen and careful people see them. However, these rays don’t just merely travel, they travel through… these rays never make a single bend.

Myself:           and how do you plan to combine the concept of gamma light and transcendence?

Me:                 now that’s the part where lasting resolutions, definite principles and unweaving decisions come in life. To fight all this, we have to endure and conger this oxygenated life. To overcome the law, we have to be super wealthy and rich. And to be that wealthy, I intend to constructively use three quarter of my time gathering knowledge, wisdom and skills.

Myself:           oh poor flesh, how filthy to think you can make things happen on your own. What if you get very ill? Or knocked by a car. Or you just sleep and never wake up. Or you simply never harvest the fruits of your labor?

Me:                 I thought we were in the same bus, Charles? What’s your role in all this? Oh! You just expect to be there watching me do everything? No… The department of divinity, intuition, and, and common sense, logic, and instincts are all in your faculty.

Myself:           command me sir and I will obey. Send me my beholder and I will go. Trust me and I will be honest. Follow me and I will guide you. As me and I will answer. Teach me and I will learn. Talk to me and I will listen.

Me:                 very well Charles, of course I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Now that we are in the same page, I want you to transcend also. I want you to reach farthest than the angles can. Learn every aspect about our maker. What pleases Him, how He wants things done, and don’t forget to ask why… me, one the other hand, I will be providing you with the map, and updating you on the progress.

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Due

poem /

There’s a beauty only and just one can poses,

The kind that is not in the heart, but is the heart,

That beauty that lingers the skin and gives the wings,

Not hot, not sexy, not cute, not even beautiful, but immaculate,

Eyes not doll, but a door of light of sublime purity and finest perfection,

Would thou hadst less deserved, perhaps my words would match your grace,

 

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