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I am still marvelling at this write, Star.  U have opened up a window with a clear view of the world……..showing us how lame we've been acting, walking around with illusory crutches when we have perfectly strong feet…………and wowser…. “if everyone just got off their knees, Maybe the hungry would have enough to eat…”

Lol, no need to write any more…….you've said it all in one poem.

My point is, I get it. I so get it.  May everyone get it too…*rolls eyes*  We both know the truth of that :)

Oh, Star…….you're so right….so many readers have been here and no one said a 'word.'  And yike, I never knew this one existed…..but u see, I was destined to meet it so one other reason I wrote in my blog like I was on Eldorado Rum the other day. lol.

ah, I know about that alienated feeling but I've become a much stronger force in my relative's circle for them to push me over…..they no longer outcast but accept, no longer point finger and say that bad stuff happens to me becuz I dont pray to god…(yike, or rather i should say they are waiting like vultures for bad stuff to happen to me so they can do the finger pointing thingy) and they no longer put the pressure on for me to go to church and pray.   Becuz instead of hating them, I just shower them with so much genuine love (becuz I do love them all) they are just forced to love me right back….so moi is now life of the party.

lol. this world is too funny and sweet.  Geez, take the pope guy for instance, praying every christmas for middle eastern peace…….and God's been just ignoring the poor guy….either that or G-d is deaf……or pope thinks he has to send in his request a whole million times before God would give him a hearing.  lol.  what a waste of words….

however, in other worlds…like this one…..there are many like us who thinks similarly but are either too busy or too shy to approach…….becuz as u know, it takes guts and courage to stand on one's own two feet.  And its not the wrath of God but the wrath of his ambassadors here on earth one gotta watch out for……..

I mean, wtf, what are we all praying for anyway?  Haven't we got it all here already?   Peace?  Why do we have to ask God to grant peace?  Doesn't the non-existent idiot knows this is his job, to magically wave his wand and chase all the bad stuff away?  Why do we have to ask or advise him what to do?  Who the heck are we anyway, his secretary?

As for “take away the crutches and get a fucking heart” why, this might never happen becuz people who're presently wearing these crutches thinks that atheists, agnostics and people without crutches are the evil people………….god…this is the furthest thing from the truth…….so ironic, eh?  

Lol, I am too far gone as well…but hey, thanks  for allowing me to vent in your blog….and what the heck, why not, most people will avoid this particular poem like the plague anyway, so I might as well say whatever is on my mind, right?  Right!  ROTFLMAO too!!!

lol…i was peeing in the pants writing that too……

God, yes….He created a bunch of brats  who are hell-bent on killing anyone who is against their god becuz they are sure this non-existent being would take them under his wings…and watch out for them and protect them for ever and give them 40 virgins.    And if this is the case, then why cant this non-existent being fight his own non-focking battle?  It should be easy-peasy for him…


And then they are the other side of enlightenment seekers who just wanna give up life, breathe deep breaths under some tree, renounce the world, meditate their lives away so they can achieve an endless orgasm in Nirvana.  pffft.  Bliss piss, if u ask me…………transcendence is probably the real illusion here …. 

God!!!…such suckers….constant-kissing-gods-non-existent-ass-losers.   Wtf?

But omg, your fam sounds a teeny bit more extreme than mine….holy cow……Lol, too funny,  can't believe their God betrayed them by sending free radicals like you and me into their lives.

hmm…good question…………if a woman like one of my friends was in charge of the world, all children would be starving 'cept hers.  but lol, i know what u mean………..and yes, I truly believe women outnumbered men in the compassionate department……..plus most men love a good fight with some blood spilling………….and women avoid these things like the plague…so….I am sure instead of manufacturing weapons, we would make sure the children are well-fed……………..i mean, when it comes to fighting, we do so verbally and move on……….but men, no, they have to roll up their sleeves …………must be that hormone thingy… what's it called again….the thing connected to their penis……….ah………testosterone.

Lol.  U know…this requires more thought………….so I wll be thinking about this in my sleep tonight.   

Yawn.  goodnite…sweet dreams…
 wuv u. 

Universal intelligence provided the means for us to do it, and expectred us to be grown up enough to do better it's up to us to mature, I don't blame God or goverments, and have learned to take responsibility, but no one person can do it alone, it needs us all to think as adults. Instead of handouts to assuage guilt we need to help them to provide for themselves, donate tools and fruiting trees they can earn a living from for instance, stop supporting financial companies that earn theoir money from war or profiteering, give a home to someone homeless, just till they can stand on their own two feet, instead in fear most walk on by, or think of the inconvenience, homelessness is pretty inconvenient.

Oh, Star, I so resonated with all of what you wrote…………..   And you’re absolutely right, there was one point when both of us didn’t see the universe the way we see it now………………….so no need for us to condemn anyone for not having the same views…becuz we both know that based on their needs, they will get to their own better views in their own time…………….and if they read this, who knows, it might stimulate them to at least take a quick peek through our window….and may this view remain in their mind forever.  *evil smile*…………………………………….
 
 
……………..And yes, why would we want to miss the rainbow?  What, they have better rainbows up in heaven.  Well, they could keep them…I happened to like my earth's rainbow……and sides, what we are unable to see is that by giving up a small greed for a bigger greed is still a greed.  So please keep the non-stop orgasm for the big greeders…I only want short bouts of it…..and tiny tastes of whatever else this planet has to offer…and isn't that why I took birth?  *rolls eyes*……………………………………………………..
 
 
…………………. And oh, hi there, Gael/Z.  So awesome to see you and to see that you come in peace.  Deep bows for tolerating us, crazy moi and Star.  U rock!  And u know what else, I also don't blame governments and gods and drug companies… I mean, we're the government, we are the banks, we're the drug companies, so who is there to blame? Oh, right. Moi. Huge smiles.………………………………………………..
 
 
 And now back to your question, Star about that free-spirited creature inside of moi, the one who's not afraid of God or God's self-appointed ambassadors……..but afraid of her own self and the warrior monster within her…..is presently experimenting on her own warrior….and hoping to confirm her answers soon……that even the fear in this area could be transcended….but…moi needs a few more years to complete this experiment in top, classified secretive ways…. so relax RCMP, its not being done on any animal or birds.  gol………………………………… 

Now seriously….to answer your question….I supposed it’s like learning to walk…every day, baby steps….until one is sailing above the clouds like Remax…he hee…..and so…..it began like that for me………only problem with my world was there were not enough space to explore……not enough books to read………………..not enough people to talk with….and even if there were people to talk with, they were reluctant (or didn’t have a clue) to help me dissect this universe of ours…………..…cautioning me to leave it be, that some knowledge are dangerous, that we were not meant to know about it……………………………so ………….information was terribly lacking in my world………………………when everyone was waiting for their ships to come in laden with gold and diamonds and Mr. Knights and princess charmings, I was waiting for mine to bring knowledge………….…….oh lord, I was starving for knowledge……..for a whole seventeen years of my life……………………and during that first seventeen years, I supposed I dwelled  inside my head a lot even when I was running wild with nature or re-reading the same old tale from tree tops………………………………………………….
 
 And why was I craving for knowledge?  Not entirely sure but it could have started with my dad constantly speculating about this universe of ours…and me sitting beside him, engrossed, taking in every word and wishing he would say more but alas he’s finished breakfast or lunch or dinner and have to herd his workers back to work or head to bed……………………………….
 
…………….. Before my 18 birthday, the gorl in me would finally meet her true world…..or rather the ugly side of it……….in the form of college and my first job…………………….(and lord, it suddenly became clear as crystal that this world is just as beautiful as its ugly……………….  And that truth is a very ugly baby we’re all capable of strangling…)………………………and having to live with my mom’s aunt and her family in order to attend college, had me crying out in agony deep within, wishing I could run home to momma and papa….but I couldn’t……………..……remember, this was my choice, I wanted to stand on my own two independent feet just like all my other girlfriends were doing…………………….…….and when the going got tougher, I thought about them and that if they could do it, I could do it too……:)  …………………………
 
…………….In any case, I learned to survive, how to live in harmony with those who did not like me becuz I appeared as a spoiled princess who couldn’t even cook to save her own clumpsy, unsophisticated, country-bumpkin hide………………and as I tried to fit in, I found the universe was helping too…..I mean I’d go out of my way, neglect my homework to do housework…yuck…I even helped take the gut out of stinking fish for meals that tasted like poison….lord,  where were guavas and cashews when a gorl needed wild berries….…but I tried…I tried hard…and……..pretty soon, a solution came and I moved in with my dad’s sister and her family………..and omg, my aunt was so sweet to me, letting me be in charge of her home, giving me so much freedom, freedom I never took advantage of, too timid and scared to fly off into the huge, dangerous city.  
 
Ah, poor little country mouse me, I was not only learning to survive, I was getting to study this universe of mine for free…or so it seemed…………………………….. After I finished school and began working with great guys, old-fashioned bosses, some mean spirited women, made friends,  bumped into the man of my dreams…(someone I knew all my life)……………….…got married, accepted his family as my own…..until……….until ………they wanted me to conform to their ways…………………..worship their gods and worship them as well…becuz they are sooooooooo much more holier than thou….…..dont cha kno amy, amy. 
 
And rebellion took new birth within me…god, why me and then again, why not me…..but it was a silent war……one that had me even sending dirty looks to my hubby when I thought he wasn’t looking………god, those were the days when I huffed and puffed but did not have enough strength to blow any houses down………I so wanted to run home to mom and dad but daddy was already dead.  Sigh. My puzzled hubby eventually noticed the 'looks' no, not the one he married me for…the other kind…….and it eventually became a sort of verbal war……whereby he threw me over his shoulders and marched off into the unknown uncaring that the whole world was looking, kissed me senseless at times………………and stalled the war……but never the warrior within me…………
 
…  What to do….what to do……how to tell them off…………….where to find the strength to tell them I don’t see God the way they saw him……how to walk my own path without hurting their feelings………..
 
 
And then something wonderful happened.  During 9 months of living with my in-laws……..something inside me was growing……..and when he came out and they put him in my arms, the world stood still………………..and strength I never thought I had came to the surface with such a force, it frightened me………..suddenly, I knew I had the power to destroy this whole world if someone dares to hurt my baby…….knew I would not hesitate to kill anyone or anything……if they so much as hurt a hair from my child’s head……….and if anyone intended to stick religion down his throat, baby, it was war on earth. Lol.  I know…all mouth and no action….moi was…. 
 
But…this powerful feeling forced me to think deep………what if………what if I suddenly lost my memory and they put another child in my arms, would I love him or her as much as I do this one?  And the answer came.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  I was capable of loving every child…………………and every grownup person too……….and every grownup person was somebody’s baby……………..and that my poor hobby, omg, suddenly I loved him as I’ve never loved him before……..with compassion and true caring………that his parents are religious freaks is not his fault……….that if they suddenly want all his attention, then that’s fine……..he was free to give them all his time……free….free…free…to do anything he wanted……..free to love me, free to hate me…free to leave me…….……………and what the hell did I care anyway, I had my child, my son, my baby boy………someone who genuinely need me……..god, if there was unconditional love in this universe, I had found all of it…. and it also dawned that if I  was going to create a world for this child where no unnecessary rituals exist………I was going to find out the truth about God, so when this child asked me questions, I was going to be able to provide a better answer than what my parents gave to me……………………………….until……until….my child developed a mind of his own to find his own damn answers…..
 
…………………………..…..so my quest began then…….and I was running out of time…………………………….…..I mean, children started asking questions at five years of age……..so I really had to take this universe apart and dissect it after all………………………………..….and God, the answers arrived like fragile hands wringing the juice out of a dry-sugar cane stalk….but to make a long story short, I became aware…………..……aware of universal laws……..and boy, oh boy, did my in-laws ever helped………………………. 
 
Lol, trust me, I’d do anything, even climb mount Andes to escape going to church to stare at poker-faced priests and people with holier-than-thou expressions on their faces………………………….and anything to avoid the looks some people gave you if you don’t bow to the ground or touch the priest’s feet………………………  
 
But sad, it tells me that these poor souls would always need God and his church for the rest of their lives…and I bow to that, I truly do……because I admire their sweet, humbles, I truly do…………they are happy in their world and I am happy in mine and I accept that their need to see this world the way I do is simply not there….yet……..and I accept them……………………………
 
and I would not hesitate to bow to any being’s feet…now…..becuz today, I see everyone and everything as God…….that the monster exists in all of us……and that’s the thing we have to transcend first of all………transcend our own destructive warrior…….and how to do that? ………………………………
 
………………………………… yes, jesus said it much more shorter and sweeter…….”do onto others as ye will have them to unto you.” ……………………………………………….and if moi should add to that, view the monsters with compassion, know that he's a victim too, a victim of circumstances, emotions, insanity and so much more…..and bla bla bla…
 
 
………… So this is my story……(and I'm sticking to it ;-)…….but the credit for unfolding like a rose does not belong to only moi….you see, the sun, bees, rain, breeze, air and so much more all helped me to unfold at the part where I am right now……… 
 
I am not saying I have all the answers……but if it helps me to stay in harmony with the whole world, loving them all as I love myself, where is the harm?  I mean, all I see is how innocent we truly are…..how cute, how funny……..how sweet…..and I know that if I should ever reveal that evil-witch inside of me, that’s all I will see everywhere, cruel witches…(and no use trying to kill the monster within…its not a possible thing….but I supposed with knowledge, we can lock her up inside…only bringing her out when she has to kill off hitlers-gone-amok) lol…………………………………..
 
  ……………………so my monster is only a tool……a tool to use when needed the most……just like the sea…….just like fire……I mean, these are all tools for our survival………………and fire can destroy, heal, create……….so does the sea, it can heal, destroy and create new life forms……….and that’s what we all are…..tools of this universe…………….to destroy, heal, create………….so all we gotta do is use this tool wisely and know for a fact that all others around us would do the same…..not hope…but know…..that others around us would be stimulated to not use their free-will to harm or hamper…………
 
……………and if they don’t, gentle reminders if voiced in the correct way, will get everyone back on track…………..and ‘sides, we need the little havoc here and there or we’d go stoned bored out of our minds……….and yet we don’t, we could survive without human-made chaos and destruction………………………………………….
 
….  That’s why we have nature.  Let her do the destroying…let her do her own dirty work……let her destroy what she created…………………………………………….let us see that by trying to do Nature’s job, we’re only creating unnecessary monsters in each other and ourselves…………… And………one more thing….. …………Oh, Lord, if you exist, now is the time to show everyone you do by helping Amy to stop this writing frenzy before she overwrites your whole damn universe.
 
  Lol. Hugs.  True love to you and all your readers, Star. 

As you say there is more we can do, and overpopulation is a problem, and becoming a greater one, that's why my husband and i reproduced ourselves once and then adopted.

omg, Star…u have a back ache and u managed to write so much!  (I feel my eyes opening wide with wonder)  U truly are a super-woman.  It tells me pain will not keep you from doing what needs to be done.   And hey, thanks, sure glad I helped you forgot about the pain for a little while…even though I don't know I was doing it. lol.  U rock!  

I so understand what you're saying about the tyranny of the church…….that some of us would not know of the wonderful teachings of Christ if it wasn't for these kinds of church.  God, sweet Jesus, that little hippie as you so fondly called him, whether he was fictional or not, left some eye-opening wisdom behind.  I have so benefitted from those famous one-liners of his….


Ah, shucks……..*amy blushes and for her papa too*   So sweet of you to say that, and I could see Dad's face lighting up into lovely smile……..he would sure be happy to know I have a soul-sister in you. 

Yes, we have similar minds…….I noticed that the first time I read your comments on this guy's blog……can't remember his name but he came across as some kind of arrogant integral lord to me…..(he reminded me of one of my fictional heroes, lol)  And there u were, like a fearless word warrior trying to get your message across, letting him know that he was merely trading a bigger box for society's little one……….   and me, open-mouthed as usual found it hard to believe that the conversation did not end on that note. lol.

And omg TED.  I never met him but wow!!  I absolutely see the truth or gist of what he believes…………….yes, I see it too, that those old ways worked for our ancestors but it's not as productive for us…………for instance, cramming a whole book for some exams no longer makes sense when one has the Internet to refer to when the need arises………and take those guys who killed minks for their fur, I mean these kind of artists helped our ancestors stay warm when there was no electricity so they could stay alive and give birth to the future………..so yes, we no longer need this kind of art but yet, we can't completely kill it, but allow it to rest, remain dormant because who knows when the fur-trapper within us will be needed?  I mean, I could get stuck in the great outdoors and may have to use some animal fur to stay alive so if I killed off the fur-trapper artist within me, I'd be dead too…..so umm…right…okay…my point is I get what you were saying about Ted but you now moi, she couldn't resist bringing  up the most bizzare cases for consideration as well.  :)

Yike. I better run before I write a whole book again.  gol.

What happened to the last line of the poem?
“God is a Dude.”
:-P *giggles*

*wipes sweat off brow*
Whew! LOL!
I read this book where the characters were pissed off too at the state of the world, wondering what God was doing…went to find out and found God with a helmet on, mirrored inside, and he was just full of himself, admiring his own 'greatness'.
So they voted for a new God.
LOL