What is writing?
I personally think of ancient writing as having more elder ship. If it’s still used, then people love it. Like a Bhagavad Gita, Beowulf, stuff by Homer, Buddha, Early Christian church (gospels), early first-millineum monks in China- Christianity seems to have no face or existence at all in Buddhist or Middle Eastern countries, and there is anti-American sentiment.
America was founded on “deism” which is another kind of atheism that works in public and private life. But extremists, quoting deists from the 1700s, misrepresent them as modern overboard Christians. They had reverence for Christ but they were cool about not mega-referencing crucifixtion every DAY. The bible itself quotes that over speaking a matter nullifies meaning. Ecclesiastes.
Why are there not more churches that are calm and not extreme about “repent or perish”? The fact is that PERISH means die like die and rot. That is biology at its finest! Repent or perish in regards to a fallen tower is like Jesus saying do not stand under the tower of Pisa during earthquake season. It’s an all-inclusive “live smarter always” or there will be “hell to pay.” Hell. I may have been close to there!
I was not careful with my HEALTH. Biked 20 miles per day. 1998 October. I had a PTSD flashback and had voices telling me to cross the highway without looking. That actually is basicly ego killing Id thru human sacrifice. I had self hate inside. In the hospital, my super ego killed me ego inside. I had given up. Hungry for closeness I made myself flirt with another cute girl there.
But the orange Finish wanted me. In extreme S&M, an Orange Finish is actual and a string of felonies. There are people who agree to use cigars on you to mass scarification, then immolate you. Sounds really out there. Well in me I have felt it for years.
It goes “I’m no good.” When I die, that’s nowhere. Body dies. I have info about OLD WRITING that proves entertaining and useful. Also in psychology, similarities to theological “values” CROSSES OVER to death prep for self.
The super ego is perhaps the more soulful. Sacrificing ego is like father sacrificing son with Abraham. Perhaps death is the sidelines and not an end. A fake end. The Spark leaves. During even the day of death, God surely scrutinizes our actions fairly, like if you are doing your hair, God may think- “Why bother.”
I doubt God thinks much. Because I trust that when I die he will not be mean. If he IS mean, then OKAY but I figure he would be kind to me. I have been kind to children and animals with the thought God is one of us, kind to other gods and maybe life and death will prove FUN. I like a happy ending. I’d settle for an okay “continuance”.
What if I die and become a pine needle on a tree? Or the wind? What if I see great stuff in a heaven? Going from Earth, I gain what? I gain something. All the people I have met- do I wake into the Wizard of Oz? Leave with Ruby shoes?
What is better than friends? I hope to continue forever, even if only stored in a quantum 3D chip to store me. BUT THE BODY IS MORE “TECH” than tech can make. Technology is a facsimile of our BEING. Mayahana Buddhist even get pulled into cell phones. There is a visible war for the mind these days! I try to LIVE more than I read or watch. Phones take mass tech. Kudos to their maker! The human is an often abused creature in need of patience. MUCH too often people express no hope for man. I think the world has done well generally in 2015, and trillions of flowers bloomed. Untelevised shark attacks off Austrailia left some deaths. Oh well. Most people dislike others. Well, all people like someone. Even if only themselves.
It is a sort of strange world, that is rotates its fetishes in fashion, sex, religion but keeps the same beer recipes. And pizza stays about the same. People fear and undying death until they go splat. And die? More like recompose and its rank. But we pay Mort to handle the schloop and suit in a coffin box. I wish it were legal to dig your own hole for Pops. Tribal! Prove yourself a man! Bury Dad with coconut dance of fury.
Religion should heal. You know what?- I suggest the AMA get with the Buddhists who study inner health and strength! How, I don’t know. Americans see Asians and maybe they see Asia and not the saffron honor and nobility. My Protestants have done less for medicine than Mahayana Buddhists. Maybe Protesteants while often alcoholic in stats still do convey the message on TV (not so much in heart) that there is a LOGICAL fact that does take belief like anything else requires a belief. That Jesus is actual, death is actual, he died according to historical records. And as religion might put it “he rose again”. In my mind his life force was drawn by a higher force and got him up in the tomb. He’d unwrap. Have a scar to his heart. Walking around with a killed body? Did he heal a bit? My silly questions.
Bah! When we die we find out or who cares? It seems to matter. Inciting death fear is not my goal. Although it happens. Sometimes easily. I follow my heart beat, feel my breath. Every day. Often. I get eternity now. I see eternity. In an orange. Maybe I am weird. It is one. Then sections. Pods in sections. Designed but kind of cute. Love is in simple things. How can God or The Over-All not be kind? If so, hope can go forever. Or I can drink gin when I’m angry. And watch tree porn all night. But I could focus. Obey the seduction. Call to hard work that is part of true greatness. The Holy Spirit free in me.
There is no path to peace. The Holy Spirit is peace.
-Thich Andi 😜