“WHAT IF…”

WHAT IF Earths-Inner-Core-has-an-Inner-Core-of-its-Own-700x325GOD IS & SATAN IS?

This is not a religious question that I ask because each of us knows our faith in countless diversity. As well, centuries of wars are still being fought over religion in order to establish which of humankind GOD favors more. So this then leads me to ask: where is Satan and Lucifer, the leader of the fallen angels, in this holocaust? I imagine in good spirits as they observe the limitless human race move violently to declare and/or rescue our essence.

We humankind—at our nativity—receives a gift in the form of free will. This CHOICE allows us to decide on or prefer—and I presume not always reflect on—the impact our transactions may or will have on others. Then there is our own soul to consider: our genuine core. And always there is death and none are given their day or time or reason. So our life story is written in each second that we take a breath without knowing if after that another will follow.

Some say they have seen the after-life and I cannot deny their claims. For what is truth for one is not truth for another. Perhaps that is why we humankind continue to hate what we cannot believe and why wars are fought to force belief on others. We are, after all, human beings searching for truth; but my question is: Whose?

AND ALL THE WHILE GOD AND SATAN WATCH

“What is NEED and what is WANT?…”

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NEED: Honestly speaking we need health and to be valued because we live! On an emotional level we need love and touch and peace. On a practical level we need a roof over our head and friends and food and laughter.

WANT: The want segment of our essence I’ve come to know is the longer road with its curves and accidents meant to awaken us from the sleep of non-awareness.

I’ve traveled many roads and looking back realized I missed the signs warning me to turn around—trouble ahead!

But today I see it this way: The two-lane road we each negotiate is both Need and Want. Then again we can only traverse one road at a time in quest of fuel for our essence. So where might we find this fuel I speak of? Perhaps at “The Awareness Pump” of the choice we are just about to make.

“FREEDOM OR FEAR…”

Janet's logo textFreedom is a cherished place we each embrace in the everyday that is life. Yet, we also caress freedom as it slips away in the unawareness that is also the everyday of life. Freedom is not an apparition: it is a right given us by graveyard markers the world over.

Fear, on the other hand, is the anxiety created by change that paints our front doors with a color not of our choosing. It’s recognizable by chaos and mistrust and a free-for-all. History doles out this observable truth enacted by humankind.

Freedom is choice. Free will. Liberty. Self-determination.

Fear is ours to defeat.

“HOPEFULNESS AND/OR DESPAIR…”

wordsHopefulness is an interesting word. If I break it there is hope and fullness; well less one L. And, within its boundaries are ideas like optimism and expectation and trust.

Of course, there is always the other extreme: despair. This is hopelessness and if I break this word it is hope less; well ness too if you insist on correctness.

The AND/OR I refer to in the title is because being humankind we each, sometimes in a single moment, encounter the wide-ranging impact of these polar opposites.

I guess what I’m wondering is can I choose, in a single moment, which to feel? There are already so many ways I self-evaluate must I continually broaden my sensitivity compass? MY ANSWER: That depends on whether I position myself in hopefullness or despair. 

“THAT HOMETOWN PUBLIC LIBRARY…”

book coverLibrary means a collection in the truest sense of that word: the printed and the people kind you’ll find in your hometown public library. Regrettably, some people know nothing of libraries, public or otherwise, because they are denied access to such splendor.

Public libraries smell of ink and dust covers and titles and tomes and antiquity. There is connectivity when a small boy asks a librarian: “Where are the dinosaur books?” Young girls, well they mostly pick a title printed in a light lavender color.

Some readers may remember The Music Man when a group of busy-body town ladies share with Professor Harold Hill that Marian the Librarian advocates dirty books. All important, and in turn, they spit out… “Chaucer!” “Rabelais!” “Balzac!” (Song: “Pick-a-Little, Talk-a-Little”). In a different scene that takes place in the Library, Professor Hill sings to Marian: “…it’s a long-lost cause I could never win, for the civilized world that accepts as an unforgivable sin, any talking out loud with any librarian…” But, that was then and this is now.

I have a question: Do computers and iPads/Kindles and social media and a fast-moving society hinder the illumination of the local public library in your hometown?  Pause… What if we climb aboard that bandwagon too quickly? Because, in all actuality, public libraries may be the last bastion to access, freely, our confidential choice of whatever we choose to read.