Blog your God.

I talked myself into finally getting another blog in.
It has been a while, not because I haven't wanted to blog (everyday I want to blog), but because I have been finding and learning so much, ever evolving sight, convincing me more and more that the truth IS out there ...and IN there. 'In' being your own. Knowing what I know now, I know that I know not enough.
Actually, I'd like to make this a challenge, also: Blog YOUR God.

I MUST put a little 'disclaimer' here:
  In no form, do I intend to degrade any person for their faith-based system of belief. With that, I must also warn that I believe that the majority of faith-based systems are mis-understood, and in most cases idiotic. I have many friends, covering a good chunk of belief systems out there, and where we differ we respectfully disagree. On last note (of disclaimer), I am always open for discussion and willing to admit fault where needed. With knowledge comes understanding ...comes wisdom.

Another admission; no, I am not a scholar, nor have I done ALL the research. The search for knowledge in one's lifetime is never-ending.

Remember later; The firing of neurons/Synapses

In my studies (which are in no way complete), it has become more and more noticeable the similarities in the stories of man, passed generation to generation ...era to era ...millenia to millenia. Put all the stories (no, not literally all, there are exceptions to the rule) from all the societies, from all ages in what we can decipher from recorded history, backed by social adherence and archaeological finds, and (if you don't fall asleep first) it is quite easy to see the same basic story/plot. Like how much of what is modern entertainment media (theater, print, screen) just rehashed stories, with different characters in different places. Or, the 'remakes' of populars, maybe throwing in a new slant. And, how each and every story has some basis in fact, whether it be locale(s), names, events. Storytellers take what they know (which in most cases is based in what they've heard) and retell, most often with exaggeration. As the story goes on, it most often gets little omissions, personal twists, moral implications, and so on. That is how storytelling is, and, as we have seen repeatedly, always has been.

Ever wonder why ethnicities are usually depictable/recognizable? Ever notice the 'mistaken identity' phenomenon? Ever notice how some people, even separated from relation and ethnicity, have some very similar traits/characteristics? "Bird nose," hairline, voice control, eye shape, metabolic tone ...Ever wonder why?

As nature occurs, elements act and react with surrounding elements as elements do. Not all elements "live in the same neighborhood." The neighborhood of this hydrogen living in France might not have the same 'ethnic' population as a hydrogen living in Hawaii. Yet, elements do as elements do ...some elements get along and some don't. But, like elements do like things with other respective elements. It's a big, chaotic circus. Some come away winners; some just have fun; some leave disappointed; and some don't leave at all.

Now, take the previous three paragraphs and ponder: The development of structure (and it is all structure) is very similar to a story that goes through the ages. Along the way of development, stories change. The sustainable ("believable") characteristics of the story get passed on. Some stories last a long time. Some don't. Some similar characteristics/traits get passed along, even through many dilutions. ALL still retain an origin ...a portion of truth, fact.

Even a short comparative lesson in theology and philanthropy/sociology can just about convince anyone that what they hold dear to as 'common belief' is AT BEST a misunderstood story ...retaining still it's portion of truth, fact. Not to 'pick' on Christians, but to hold their scriptures as THE Word of God over ALL works, with all it's little 'inerrant' discrepancies, is as logical as holding to worship of the god Horus, or Osiris, or Thor ...or my microwave. Let us delve there a bit, sorta.

The definition of myth: The term "myth" is often used colloquially to refer to a false story; however, the academic use of the term generally does not pass judgment on its truth or falsity. In the study of folklore, a myth is a symbolic narrative explaining how the world and humankind came to be in their present form. Many scholars in other fields use the term "myth" in somewhat different ways. In a very broad sense, the word can refer to any traditional story.
The definition of faith: is the confident belief or trust in the truth or trustworthiness of a person, concept or thing.
The definition of religion: is a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, especially when considered as the creation of a supernatural agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs.
The definition of story: is a common term for a description of a sequence of events, notably:a traditional form of storytelling, told to a child to prepare them for sleep; a narrative used in organization studies; a fictional narrative of briefer length than a novella.

From 'creation' to 'enlightenment' or 'apocalypse,' there's the 'damsel,' the 'distress,' the 'king,' the 'hero,' the 'city,' and the 'country.' The heroes have their fame, the kings their kingdoms, the damsels their knights ...prayers and adoration ...exaltation and coronations. What is notable in all the themes are mainly two things (all the other common themes can be grouped): A beginning and a prophesied 'end' or 'change.'

Back in 1993, I had a (what I considered) life-changing event.  Not anything massive like loss of loved-one or near death experience, but an 'answer to prayer.'  The moment exhilarated my soul and sparked a fire.  I was 'saved,' and believed it.  That flame lasted until another 'answer to prayer' revealed depth.  The latter prayer was to teach me truth.  I dove and dove and dove into everything i felt lead to that would help me understand more my divine relationship.  I was drawn heavily into creation and eschatology.  It was in that 'dive' that i realized many don't know their own faith.  "Spread the good word," and "be a witness" rang the bell ...so, i sought the Spirit in sharing my knowledge with others, in hopes to 'save their souls' or 'admonish the spirit.'  There, i learned 'inerrancy' ...and hypocrisy.  "Those who have ears to hear, let them hear" that even if Christianity was correct, the Holy Scriptures are AT BEST inspired by Elohim, not THE Word of God.  Same exact principle for all other faiths.

Just noticed that this is gonna be pretty long.

Again, i must note, that i do not want to seem to be 'picking' on the Christians.  Quite the contrary, actually.  I speak of the Christians in this piece because i came from the Christians, and i studied my arse off.  The scripture speaks of knowing "His Word"  and having it in your heart, and being able to give answer for the faith.  The world had questions and was lost;  The Word of God had the answers.  Right?

Now, let's jump to some physics.  If you read Stephen Hawking "The History of Everything" and "The History of the Universe" ...i'm probably 85% in-line with that thinking.  LOL, in no way am i inferring that i'm in the same caliber.  There's a couple things i would not fully agree with, or see a different alignment, but for the most part, maybe 90%, that is how it is.

Now, let's take this all in;  Storytelling/stories, elements, myths, religion, history, physics ...let's throw it all in to:
  Synapses in the brain
  Electrical pulses
  Neurons firing

  Cause ...effect

I DO believe in a 'higher' or 'supreme power.' I DO believe that religion has played and will continue to play a vital role in the development of culture and power.  Unfortunately, because we are animals who need rewards, there will be greed, thus the misuse and abuse of power through religion mainly.  I believe that religion provides, where truth and honesty abound, structure and guidance along one's way.  It provides perspective and meaning to life.  Lo, i say, no religion today, save a miniscule may, has the way.

"God" is a GREAT storyteller who wanted to tell a story.  As the words came to his thoughts, like fairies all a buzz, they made real what never was.

A synaptic connection in the mind of God ...BIG BANG!

The entire universe, in all its wondrous array and complexity, is the intellectual property of God. Interactions built stories upon stories; legends and epics.

So, what does that mean for life?  Now, that is a conversation.

**definitions were snagged from wikipedia.com.  i strongly endorse personal research against any claim made by any entity.  resources abound, use them all.**

part two

part two of that little story of chics and a demon ...

Some moons later, Joey and some of his siblings were clucking in the yard looking for some seeds and bugs. Mama and Papa didn't follow much around these days. The chics were now old enough to manage for themselves. The days of the Demon have been long gone.

While out near the guardian's garden one day, the guardian was heard yelling and seen forcefully watering an agitator. Papa stopped in his tracks in a tree near the shed and looked in the guardian's direction. Immediate reaction from memory for Papa was to sound the alarm.

Before anychic new what was going on, the Demon returned. Furiously running and chasing the chics, the Demon blurred by everything. Joey was stirred.

With a stern strut, Joey clucked towards the rampaging demon. The demon didn't see it coming. Hearing a loud, vicious threat from behind, the demon spins around to see Joey ...face to face ...snout to beak. Joey spread his wings wide and high, and clucked one big cluck. The demon, with a puzzle in his eyes, took one step back and barked at Joey. Joey took one step forward, stepped up on his toes, and clucked one more time ...loudly!

The demon sat down.

Joey walked away, and the demon went home.

Moral of the stuff; Stand up!

Do something.

I cooked and ate sirloin while writing this

I was walking from my in-laws to our house today, and stopped and watched a cute site. A family of chickens ...hen, rooster, and eight bitties. I stood there watching them. How they've grown in the past lil bit. It wasn't that long ago, that ...oh that brings me to the story.

(wish i could do the drawings but it would scare the audience)...

Mama and a few of her chics were taking a lazy sunny stroll through the neighborhood when Marty started in on his little rantings over everything.

"How does all this stuff turn green, Mama?" quizzed Marty. Before Mama can reply, Marty chimes in with his own answer. "Theres this swirly looking little ant thing that poos green. Thats it! Brilliant!"

"LETS CHASE POO ANTS!" yelled Marty to his 7 siblings. The eight of them start running faster, and in circles; double, even triple checking everything to find the famed Poo Ants. The laughter even got the stern old trees to chuckle at the sight.

Joey and Marty were bestest chics since the day they hatched. They did everything together, even getting in trouble. Mama chic twitched her beak often at those two. But they always stayed near. Never outside a chirp around the corner.

This day was no different from the rest. Papa was watching the skies for hawks, and the ground for foxes and 'coons. Mama kept her legs trim by keeping all eight of the chics in sight. Yet today felt a little different to Papa. He felt a strange twitch in the air when he awoke from his roost at sunrise. When Mama woke all the chics for the day to begin, Papa warned, "Ya'll cluck near Mama today. Be on your best behavior. She's getting old, you know." All the chics laughed with abruption. Faster than a shudder, Mama let Papa see her underwing. "hu-oooooooooooh!" said all the chics in unison.

The high sun had just passed overhead, and Mama was spying some shade for her chics. Just then, from out of nowhere, came a bustling demon! Fast, furious, loud ...and MEEEEAN! Chasing round and round.

Mama was furiously calling out to her chics, "Run! Run! Hide! Come to me, I'll protect you!" Papa flurried into action, trying to scare the beast, however, to no avail. Chic after chic, tumbling, tossling, chirping, running ...hiding.

As fast as it began, it was over. The demon has found new attention. It seems to be running FROM something else. The chics are shivering in tiny holes in the neighborhood, or small, tight brush about. Mama starts calling to her chics to come out after Papa gives her the 'all clear.'

Shaking uncontrollably, all the chics start coming in to huddle under Mama's wings. Mama coos her chics while Papa strengthens his vigil perch. Before Papa could crow a warning ...!
"MARTY! MARTY! MAAAAARTYYYYYY!" screams Joey.

The demon has made one last round. Now Marty is gone.

Joey falls to his breast, legs giving way, and cries a cry like cries cry. Mama runs to Papa for comfort, and the remaining 6 chics follow suit. But Joey, well, Joey cries.

I'll post part two sooner or later.


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