posted October 30, 2011 08:41 AM            

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Originally posted by moonpie:
I have to believe in reincarnation or that nothing happens at all. I find it really hard to comprehend there are trillions of souls up in heaven or hell or the "spirit world"... souls from the 16th, 17th and 18th century. Do the souls live there for eternity? And what would be the point? Sooner or later there is going to be too many souls- there probably already is. "Something" must happen to it. It doesn't feel balanced. I understand just because the human brain cant comprehend something doesn't mean its incapable of existing and maybe souls can exist for eternity outside of time and space but its still baffling.

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posted October 30, 2011 09:23 AM            

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It was never meant for me to be born here. I was supposed to remain an angel — sliding around Saturn’s rings, skinny-dipping in Jupiter’s hurricane, making sandcastles on the moon. Instead, somebody’s selfish prick forced itself into a fertile womb world … and again, and again … and eventually, I arrived. There are others who came like this. We are unlike others here, without predilection for sensibility, without eyes that intuit, without lips that spit the unspeakable. Sometimes recognized early as bright or special or a little queer, we were meant to wander the earth scribbling graffiti on the beds of rivers or on redwood bark.

I have almost drowned. I have almost been run over on an Arkansas dirt road by rebel-flag rednecks. I have been raped till I bled. I have been spiritually tormented trying to fit into places where I was never welcome. There are others: Hansberry, Baldwin, Basquait, Newton, Riggs, Joan of Arc, Deleuze, Foucault, some unnamed, bad-mouthed Creole, country girl in Appalachia or the Black Belt. Twenty-seven years after my father and some doc interpellated me as a boy (which I don’t believe I am…not a girl either…why do our genitals dick/tate?) I am beginning to notice my period: gonorrhea blood-drip on the undees. I am feeling queasy and pregnant with babies named Crixivan, Zerit, and Viramune. I want to abort them! They are not natural and leave me feeling synthetic.

Is there a place outside of this psycho ward that is safe for us? I have found a few: a dance floor cracking heartbeat house music, a glance across the room at some chocolate boy who wonders what is so striking about the brown-Indian with deep-cut eyes besides his look back. This hospital room is a safe sanctuary. These is no dis/ease here. No black family member disgusted with your perversity, no selfish administrator or bureaucrat with a dead/line disguised under a compliment like: “you are so talented!”

I want to collect some of the **** I’ve written; compile the journal I could never fully commit to but that is patiently strung together by my tears. I cannot cry anymore. I can only find solace in my madness, my eccentricity, my dis/ease and a hope that there is some basis for connection with others. I want to commingle the mad scribblings with the conventional ones; disidentification will be the subtext. I am always necessarily becoming something I am not yet aware of. My tribe? We embody transition. Stagnation and traditions make us vomit. We don’t mind admitting our **** -ups or disclosing trauma. Disclosure of this sort is our expression of freedom and one of the ways we connect with our own. My tribe? If you gotta ask, then nigga, you don’t know. And all in my tribe is my niggas: females, shemales, girlymen, boy-boys, Chinese, Caribbean, and Polish alike.

I once thought that I would find salvation in Africa-motherland dirt. I would drink it and would be spared a genealogical memory I do not wish to own: lynchings, what it feels like to be gunned down by cops or my own peeps wearing a different color head rag, or my head pushed down in some pillow while somebody spills they seed in my hole. My tribe? We lure Holocausts and Middle Passages and executions and lynchings and rape because we threaten those who want to promote the idea that heaven is after and not now, up there and not here. We want to make it happen here. There is nowhere else for us. We have already been angels! Capitalism and starvation and dis/ease and war and hate are acceptable as long as there is an afterlife. I want to kiss a Korean baby on her forehead and call her my lil’ ghetto-daughter, teach a bagpipe player how to accompany a DJ scratch. Teach “straights” and “gays” that there are no such things. Fictions on which traditions are based prevent our inalienable freedom. I have never believed that it was meant for me to be here for very long. I have been bleeding on the inside for years and have concealed or ignored the discomfort of internal ruptures.

I am in a psych unit, twenty-seven years (and them some) after I pushed myself outside, screaming. Sometimes I still raise hell. Back in the day, mama said I banged on high chairs and contemplated cartoons. Now I beat djembes and theorize this theater that is life. I still believe this here earth could be heaven. Complacent, humans give up on this too easily. Make excuses for things gone wrong: hate, injustice, suffering, hunger. If only others like me weren’t snuffed out so early. We must really be dangerous to the order of things. Sometimes this ultimate belief in our personal freedom has meant condomless ******* , a poem for every day of the week, coping with our own dynamic alterity, or helping others be patient enough to love our differences and recognize their own insanities.

I want to string together a web of notes where teardrops meet the page and form alphabets. I want for these soul droppings to be brave enough to assemble words I dare say or write. I want to be courageous enough to accept that I am not “just like everyone else” nor do I ever want to be. I want to create a suicide journal, before the event, that I can read and be afraid of the consequences … and not follow through. I want suicide notes that sing soprano and baritone at once — meshing into the praisesong my belly wails when it rumbles. There in the gut, where I beg for more strength to put up with what lies outside of this hospital window. I want to solicit an army of writing rebels … whose optimism and hope for heaven on earth is as sensible as a suicide journal: volatile, full of passion, wishing to be found before the exit, a daily manifesto for salvation.

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posted October 30, 2011 10:15 AM            

Beth was trying to imply that-
Just like cycles exist in the nature-nitogen cycle,hydrogen cycle,lifecycle etc etc...A cyclic process is an essential part and parcel of God's Creation!
Without these cyclic process..The world would become stagnant and redundant!
Souls also get recycled untill it gets liberated!
Human life is very precious!!!Human life is attained after many, many millions of years of evolution.
The presence of the soul makes a difference between a living body and a dead body. As soon as the soul departs from the body, the body dies. It has no value. However great a scientist or a philosopher one may be, he must admit that as soon as the soul departs from the body, the body dies. It then has no value and has to be thrown away. We should try to understand this; the soul is valuable, not the body. Human beings are not the only living entities to have a spirit soul. We are all spirit souls--beasts, birds, reptiles, insects, trees, plants, aquatics, and so on. The spirit soul is simply covered by different dresses, just as some of you are dressed in white clothes, some in green, some in red, etc. But we are not concerned with the dress; we are concerned with you as spirit soul.

However great a scientist or a philosopher one may be, he must admit that as soon as the soul departs from the body, the body dies. It then has no value and has to be thrown away. We should try to understand this; the soul is valuable, not the body. The fact that the soul is transmigrating

The difference is that the soul is transmigrating from aquatic life to plants and trees, then to insect life, then to bird life, then animal life, then human life, and within human life he moves from uncivilized life to civilized life, etc. The civilized life of a human being represents the culmination of evolution. Here is a junction: from this point we can again slide down into the cyclic process of evolution, or we can elevate ourselves to a godly life. The choice is up to us.

This human form of life actually means developed consciousness; therefore we should not waste our lives like cats, dogs, and hogs. That is the injunction. Although this body is perishable like a dog's or cat's body, it is different in that one can attain the highest perfection in this life. We are part and parcel of God, but somehow or other we have fallen into this material existence; now we have to evolve in such a way that we can go back home, back to Godhead.

As far as the soul is concerned, the evolutionary process is going on, and we are struggling for existence, struggling to come to the point of eternal life. That eternal life is possible. If you try your best in this human form of life, in your next life you can get a spiritual body. Your spiritual body is already within you, and it will develop as soon as you become free from the contamination of this material existence. That is the aim of human life. People do not know what actual self-interest is; it is to realize oneself, to realize, "I am part and parcel of God, and I have to return to the kingdom of God to join with God."
In this universe, meaning the world of the earth that we live on, people are at different levels of evolution. They may all have human bodies, but the souls are different. Some souls are more advanced. Some souls are less advanced - advanced in the sense that they are more aware of their possibilities. Advanced souls seek enlightenment. Souls that are not as advanced seek happiness and pleasure in sensorial experience. The more advanced soul has learned that happiness, that fulfillment, doesn't really come from simply leading a physical life. It can be enjoyable. It can be painful. It can be a combination of both. But real happiness comes from absorption in the world of spirit, the world of light, in the worlds of enlightenment.

posted October 30, 2011 10:57 AM            

Feelings aren't allowed and if they are then there's this big ratio-head in front of you forcing you to STOP feeling as it's caused all by yourself.

And, so to speak, even if caused by yourself, would that take away the pain of this particular person? The feeling?
Ofcourse not.

posted October 30, 2011 02:34 PM            

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I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
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The Devil walked up and said you don't need no lightning rod
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It hardly ever rains down here I can't recall the last storm
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You aint gonna need that leather jacket it gets kinda warm
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There's one way in there's no way out looks like you're to stay
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The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday

I said ah man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong
I aint a bad guy just write these little songs
I always pay my union dues don't stay in the passing lane
And he said what about all that whiskey and the cocaine
I said well yeah but that's no reason to throw me in Hell
Cause I didn't use the cocaine to get high, I just liked the way it smelled

He said come on over here son, let me show you around
Over there's where we put the preachers, I never liked those clowns
They're always blaming me for everything wrong under the sun
It aint harder to what's right, it's just maybe not as much fun
Then the walk around thinking they're better than me and you
Then they get caught in a motel room doing what they said not to do

Now the murderers and the rapists they go in this firey lake
As well as most of the politician and the cops on the take
And all the mothers that wait to get to KMart to spank their kids
Instead of showing what to do what's right, they just hit 'em for what they
did
And all the daddy's who run off and abandon their daughters and sons
Oh anybody that hurts a child is gonna burn until it's done

Everybody is down here I said who's up in Heaven with God and the Son
Oh some saints and mystics and students of metaphysics 101
People who care and share and love and try to do what's right
Beautiful old souls who read a little stories to their babies every night
What you wont find up in Heaven are Christian Coalition Right Wing
Conservatives
Country program directors and Nashville record executives

Now I said I've made some mistakes, but I'm not as bad as those guys
How can God to this to me or can't she sympathize
He said you're wrong about God being cruel and mean
Oh God is the most loving thing that's never been seen
I said hotshot tell me this which religion is the truest
He said there all about the same, Budda was not a Christian, but Jesus
woulda made a good buddist

Well I thought about my future I didn't seem to have much of one
I looked around to leave but there was no place to run
I said I don't suppose I could go back and try living again
You know like reincarnation I hear that's the way it's always been
I can't answer that he said you're gonna have to wait for that response
But it's not any more unusual to be born twice than it is to be born once

Well it looked like I was gonna be stuck here as far as I could tell
I thought I might as well suck up you know what the hell
I said you know that soung that Charlie Daniels did
About how you went down to Georgia and played fiddle against that kid
He said yeah it broke my heart but you know what are you gonna do
I said to tell you the truth I thought your solo was the better of the two

posted October 30, 2011 02:44 PM            

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Originally posted by BelligerentPygmy:
Honestly - you know what the truth is behind that type of mindset? People just need to believe that life is fair. The idea that sometimes people are just born into bad circumstances or that sometimes bad **** just happens to good people - that's scary to them and f**ks with their sense of security. It makes them feel better and less vulnerable to think that whatever horrible situations someone endures or were born into, they brought upon themselves somehow.

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posted October 30, 2011 03:05 PM            

And I have come to no conclusions.

But what I do know, is that there is something that animates our bodies, something that gives us life, personality, etc.

In my job as an ICU RN I deal with death, impending death...I take care of many, many patients who are on "life support" in some fashion or another and I use the term "hanging on by a soul's toe" to describe these very ill individuals who are so close to death that I feel, intuitively that the conciousness, the animation, the soul that brings life to the physical body is all but gone...

If I creep into my daughters room to check on her or to wake her, she (who astral travels) reminds me of these very ill patients whose conciousness is just not there.

When a very ill person dies, they stop breathing, the monitor goes flatline, but they look, and feel no different to me when they were "unconcious."

I have been present for many deaths, usually the kind of the above described, and sometimes I can feel the soul finally break the last tie, but often the tie is so, so slight that one can not feel or see.

I have been present when an alert patient has made the choice to have life support removed and they first go into a state of gradual unconciousness....and they too, begin to become virtually soulless.

But I have always wondered where this energy goes, what happens to the energy that animates us? Energy can be neither created or destroyed so exactly where does it go...

posted October 30, 2011 03:34 PM            

I don't believe in the afterlife.
I Think people need to accept the here and now and life is what you make it.

posted October 30, 2011 04:09 PM            

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Originally posted by BelligerentPygmy:
Honestly - you know what the truth is behind that type of mindset? People just need to believe that life is fair. The idea that sometimes people are just born into bad circumstances or that sometimes bad **** just happens to good people - that's scary to them and f**ks with their sense of security. It makes them feel better and less vulnerable to think that whatever horrible situations someone endures or were born into, they brought upon themselves somehow.

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I completely understand were you are coming from but want to point out that I like reincarnation not bc it makes me feel like life is fair. I think life is hard for everyone bc we are all here to learn tough lessons whether you are poor or rich, healthy or sick...
so when I think of reincarnation I dont sit around fantasizing that life is fair LOL, no way!

posted October 31, 2011 02:41 AM            

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Originally posted by hippichick:
Been pondering this subject for a very long time.

And I have come to no conclusions.

But what I do know, is that there is something that animates our bodies, something that gives us life, personality, etc.

In my job as an ICU RN I deal with death, impending death...I take care of many, many patients who are on "life support" in some fashion or another and I use the term "hanging on by a soul's toe" to describe these very ill individuals who are so close to death that I feel, intuitively that the conciousness, the animation, the soul that brings life to the physical body is all but gone...

If I creep into my daughters room to check on her or to wake her, she (who astral travels) reminds me of these very ill patients whose conciousness is just not there.

When a very ill person dies, they stop breathing, the monitor goes flatline, but they look, and feel no different to me when they were "unconcious."

I have been present for many deaths, usually the kind of the above described, and sometimes I can feel the soul finally break the last tie, but often the tie is so, so slight that one can not feel or see.

I have been present when an alert patient has made the choice to have life support removed and they first go into a state of gradual unconciousness....and they too, begin to become virtually soulless.

But I have always wondered where this energy goes, what happens to the energy that animates us? Energy can be neither created or destroyed so exactly where does it go...

Somewhere, I am sure...

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posted October 31, 2011 02:50 AM            

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Originally posted by lindisfarne:
I don't believe a God.

I don't believe in the afterlife.
I Think people need to accept the here and now and life is what you make it.

I think people who think that life is unfair are unfortunate. God didn't do anything. You did. God didn't plan out your life, you do.

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Just because you don't believe in God doesn't mean that God isn't real. You can lay down on the railroad and believe that a train will never come run you over until you find yourself smothered underneath one. The same with an afterlife. Just because you don't believe it, doesn't save you. You WILL experience an afterlife no matter how tight you close your eyes.

posted October 31, 2011 08:22 AM            

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Originally posted by bethcarliseh:
How can you NOT believe in reincarnation?

People are born sometimes into really good circumstances or really bad ones.

Is this JUST BECAUSE?

Did God say, "Oh I will give them a better advantage at accomplishing their goals and for this one I will put them in a poor country with no food and give them aids through their mother"?

No. You get placed in this life based on what you did in the previous one. There are beings now though who have come here to help out and that is a different story.

If you don't know that reincarnation exists then you are on the wrong path to understand things. It is fundamental to understand the truth of reincarnation.

There is no Hell. That is just stupid. Hell maybe the conditions that you are living in based on the choices that you made in the previous life.

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posted October 31, 2011 08:33 AM            

As soon as my Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator is ready

...you will have your answers.

posted October 31, 2011 01:31 PM            

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Originally posted by Venus:
beth said exactly what i would say.. word for word! except for the part about the beings who are here to help.. i dunno bout that

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posted November 02, 2011 01:45 AM            

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Originally posted by hippichick:
Been pondering this subject for a very long time.

And I have come to no conclusions.

But what I do know, is that there is something that animates our bodies, something that gives us life, personality, etc.

In my job as an ICU RN I deal with death, impending death...I take care of many, many patients who are on "life support" in some fashion or another and I use the term "hanging on by a soul's toe" to describe these very ill individuals who are so close to death that I feel, intuitively that the conciousness, the animation, the soul that brings life to the physical body is all but gone...

If I creep into my daughters room to check on her or to wake her, she (who astral travels) reminds me of these very ill patients whose conciousness is just not there.

When a very ill person dies, they stop breathing, the monitor goes flatline, but they look, and feel no different to me when they were "unconcious."

I have been present for many deaths, usually the kind of the above described, and sometimes I can feel the soul finally break the last tie, but often the tie is so, so slight that one can not feel or see.

I have been present when an alert patient has made the choice to have life support removed and they first go into a state of gradual unconciousness....and they too, begin to become virtually soulless.

But I have always wondered where this energy goes, what happens to the energy that animates us? Energy can be neither created or destroyed so exactly where does it go...

Somewhere, I am sure...

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I like this...I feel the same. Where does it go bc it cannot be created or destroyed and is why I think maybe reincarnation exists, I am just not sure how it manifests/operates. Does our energy just become one with the rest of the universe making past life memories more a collective thing or do we retain our identity and then reincarnate to pick up where we left off.