The Incomplete Skeptic Interview with Sacred Lodge Founder Debbyanne Brayton
This leads me to the next idea and why I am posting this particular Blog. I feel like we need to pray like crazy and ask God to strut God’s stuff in our lives. God doesn’t understand fear (fear is not of God) and will not support it, even though God’s love is unconditional.
While many people might disagree, I think even a truly serious thought of an Atheist can be a prayer of sorts. Remember, God hears the heart, not the consonants and vowels of a reasonable mind.
The Creative Virtuoso is never content to sacrifice art for stability which births a stalemated, repetitive product.
Entertaining the possibility under every circumstance that one might be wrong is the key to teachability weighed in the balances against intractability. When listening becomes an intuitive art, the logical mind is free, indeed.
Dancing as hours of darkness descend,
Washing reputations while shopping at Tiffany’s.
Wallowing in moonlights’ tumultuous mend,
Bring forth Hollywood’s ass as their god decrees.
Scarecrows are scarecrowed, sitting like new amputee,
Bourgeoisie to bourgeoisie.
Brittle sparrows eating seed for free,
My name is 'unknown', yet thou surely knoweth me.
Toe dipping in the water of mystery,
Is it warm or cold, oh, goat with ancient goatee?
The compasses you burned, once spinning like a wind tree,
But wishes against wishes, God listens to ME, no, ME.
Like an Africanized Bee,
You’re such a terribly sensitive pea.
Disagree guarantee referee,
A short step away for a political detainee.
Space is so cold, fill it with whatever you see,
But why live alone between sands like a beach flea?
So look back far as your eye can see,
What see you looking back at you, but genie…
Sympathetic imagination draws ecstasy in esprit,
Between orgasmic epiphanies.
Groaning in anticipation, aching to be free,
The mystery of history and human reality.
G-Zeus, Budd-Ha, MohamMAD-dee
Joseph Smith, Pericles, or just Nietzsche.
Whoever hears, whoever cares, is simply real-el peachy,
I’d sing this poem to you, were my voice not so screechy.
My first rap song, I dunno.
Written April 6th, 2003 ©
The behavior of walking into a garage doesn't make one a car. Going to church doesn't make someone a Christian. Our culture is moving away from INTENT to CONSEQUENCE, and individual freedoms are threatened as a result.
An accident is an accident, not a crime. This dangerous erosion of liberty is so fundamental that I'm wondering how people got tricked in believing this nonsense (beliefs are silly, only behavior matters). Ideas, views, or opinions lead to behavior. Behavior without intent is meaningless.
Like it or not, a mistaken 'belief in consent' means that a person lacked intent. At least with crimes, 'criminal intent' is the legal protection ensuring you won’t be sent to prison for accidental crimes. The act is not culpable unless the mind (intent) is guilty. If you don't KNOW (guilty mind) that you are speeding, it is harder to get a conviction. Do you believe you were speeding? Do you know why you were pulled over?
Belief and knowledge are close cousins at worst. But on a more basic but essential level, when someone does something without intent, it's hard to reward their 'behavior.'
When someone's heart is full of love, and it's so palpable, how could a person not know it? Sensitive people FEEL the energy of good-hearted people or mean people, for that matter.
Have people shut their hearts off completely through cynicism, skepticism, or some other negative state of consciousness arising from abuse or injury? Who knows.
…who is holding the system accountable for healing criminals and perpetuating crime through a lack of love and forgiveness?
I have cops who I call friends in the Maplewood Police Department.. I respect and am indebted to them and their work. My Blog is not anti-law enforcement. I just want to put to rest that idea if it crossed your mind. Thanks for reading this Blog.