Wednesday, November 25, 2009

A happy and joyous Thanksgiving to all my readers. This year has been difficult in every way never thought imaginable. Take tomorrow to remember what you have, not what you are missing. We shall overcome and gratitude is the first step.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Ghost Hunting

Last night was my first outing with the Wasatch Paranormal Society. It was exhilerating, cold and at times quite boring. As far as ghost hunting goes - that appears to be the norm. In one area, we were successful at making the temperature go from 38 degrees farenheight to 28 and back to 45 in ten minutes. The most astonishing aspect of this trip is that my dear Daddy, who passed away in 1981 used to work in this area. Hopefull we picked up some EVP's that he was with us. How do you feel about ghost hunting? Is it just a fad? Is it real? Are the techniques manipulated? Tell me your thoughts.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Evolution of God

The Evolution of God; Or the Way I Altered My Perception to Meet My Needs

I came to the realization that the God of my Catholic childhood exists; formatting my creed and conduct. The God of my adolescence was present; tolerant of smoking in the parking lot, partaking in a bit of weed, and drinking on Saturday nights. The God of stability, ritual and composition from the days of rearing my children; cohabitates in this vessel as well. The God of the median of my life is the accumulation of experiences that directed my life thus far. The God of my swan song; I assume will revert to the one of my innocence. You can take the girl out of the Cathedral; etc.

The evolution of the species is received in society and scientific ideology; relayed in classrooms and revered as fact. Why not the progression of the spirit and the structure of religious thought? My own development with God corresponds with changes my life has experienced. God created me; yet did I alter God to meet my requirements? Did I fashion Him/Her in my own image; to my specifications; in order to prevail; free of guilt from my actions?

My core conviction is that all religions and followers of God, base their creed on love. It is prevalent in rituals, tomes and standards. Love is the foundation; pageantry enhances the encounter. Structures, days of the Sabbath, composition and pomposity may differ; but the essence remains the same. We are born of love; we treat others with the respect do them and we are rewarded with everlasting existence. I am not the philosopher of such ideals; they are vast. I am a student of my own theory; learning, living, misbehaving and repenting.

Have I envisioned a religion to satisfy my own desires – thus fulfilling the prophesy of all other theologians from Constantine to Jim Jones? Such extremes offend – yet, do they not hold similarities? Didn't these artisans of religiosity utilize the concepts of God and arrange them in a tapestry of ego and power; while offering: camaraderie, structure and fear of retaliation for sin?

Have I constructed a belief system convenient to my busy life? After all, if God is not contained in a building then I’m relieved of the duty to congregate for hours on the Sabbath. If God does not smite me in retribution for straying; have I excused my less than conventional ways? Did I conveniently concoct this theory in order to sleep in on Sunday? Or is God truly present in my heart and not within masonry and stained glass?

I have struggled with the question of my faith; never the lack of it. Will I burn in Hell or linger in Purgatory for not partaking in the Sacrament? Or, will I be embraced because of the love I have for the Deity and the commitment I have made to other's? My conviction to giving back more than I receive has ebbed and waned; but the desire and commitment stand firm. As I progress; I discover this principle difficult; yet more than worthwhile of my dedication.

I believe that Hell exists within; not in fire and brimstone. The demons inside: challenge me, torment me and pull me from my direction. My faith in God, aids my struggle against my own temptations.

I believe in Heaven; where I will re-unite with those past. Meadows are covered with lilac and heather. Insanity, cruelty and hatred are blown away like the seeds of a dandelion. Then why am I terrified of death? What if I am wrong? What if scientific theory, secular reconditioning and agnostic ideals are correct. What if in no more than the production of multiplying cells; only to expire into nothingness. The conclusion of oblivion to my ego is inexcusable; yet frightens the Hell out of me.

I choose; for my sanity and preservation of "the self" to believe there is something greater than I. The entity and creator of all is present in everything we sense. The existence of my being corresponds to the existence of a Deity that would take nothing and cohesively adhere it into what we know as the earth.