One is unlikely to understand this without first reading “From my diary: Learning to pray.”
Bookmarks:
1. Don’t come uninvited.
2. You don’t need an invitation to love people.
3. Name names.
4. Word for word.
5. What you “see” is what you’ll get.
[Conclusion]
I consulted several Wikipedia articles in preparation for this post. All turned out to have been written by people who are hostile toward reports of anything that might involve a spiritual world.
As much as I try to give credit to all points of view, I cannot adopt the same position. My earliest memories are of the conviction that there is more to the world than we perceive with the five senses. Since I began practicing silence, I have seen auras. I have had precognitive visions and telepathic dreams. I was compelled on one occasion to pray for my worst enemy, only to learn later she’d just been through an event I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. In the fall of 1990 I was compelled to pray day after day for a woman I’d not met and had never heard of; only to find, when I moved to another state in January ’91 to attend grad school, she was one of my classmates and had an intense interest in healing prayer, as I also did. To deny these facts, I’d have to lie to myself more than I’m willing to.
There’s still the puzzle of unanswered prayer.
Continue reading * When prayer backfires
(Originally posted 05/28/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 05/03/18.)
Garbage in, garbage out.
I came to belief in astrology by a very strange route.
MY “MONTHLY”
Sometime between 1985 and 1995, I became aware that, for years, roughly once a month I had faced a personal crisis; and some of these were pretty severe.
Continue reading * Why I believe in astrology
(Originally posted 05/27/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 04/12/18.)
Sunday, May 27, 2012
I wasn’t going to mention this, but then this happened at the shelter.
This might not have happened at a different shelter.
For about a week, this young boy’s been coming here who keeps one hand on his pants at all times. If he didn’t, they’d fall down completely. Normally his drawers are all showing.
I don’t know how many times they asked him to fix his pants, but tonight they finally told him if he doesn’t fix his pants he can’t come in.
If you wear your pants hanging off your butt to put yourself outside the mainstream, congratulations.
It works.
You’re not welcome in the mainstream.
You may not be welcome at the homeless shelter, either.
For me, “will” and “God’s will” are technical terms with particular meanings. I will need to refer to them often in coming posts, and so wanted to post these glossary items now. I have been preoccupied this week with composing a major post about handguns and self-esteem, and so haven’t managed to develop the three current posts as fully as I’d like. I will augment them at a later date.
(Reblogged 03/29/18.)
(Originally posted 05/23/12 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 03/22/18.)
Some years ago, I was home on vacation (that is, visiting my mother out-of-state) and saw this item in the newspaper. In Detroit, this fellow was resisting arrest and the struggle got really mean, and he wound up sustaining injuries from which he died.
On the one hand, OK, too bad, it happens.
On the other hand, I had to wonder what other end this gentleman could have met; his mother having named him “Malice Green.”
Did either of his parents ever bother to consider what that name means?
Give your child a sensible name!
If your parents failed to do so, you may want to give yourself a sensible name.
We have a page devoted to this issue (here).
The Homeless Blogger 