posted June 10, 2016 08:35 PM            

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Originally posted by PixieJane:
I wasn't talking about reincarnation, I was talking about not being allowed to learn one's own lessons, that is that supposedly "perfect" beings must be "fixed" because they're not learning the lessons that some master would have them learn (IOW, they're being kept ignorant, controlled, and likely punished as heretics or free thinkers, unless they stick to the Plan set out for them by immensely more powerful beings). It's Orwellian on a mythic scale, and it also interferes with the learning experience for everyone by artificially altering the learning lab/environment, not just for the one "separated and fixed."

I get it: you have faith in an all loving God who, by your definition, can do no wrong, and you probably think this makes you a more enlightened person. Obviously, I don't share your faith. Perhaps Big Brother in Heaven needs to separate my soul and "fix" me, a nice spiritual lobotomy should do the trick so that I don't question their (or Its) goodwill and wisdom again.

Added for clarity: while I find the concept terrifying, I don't actually believe in it (souls being separated and "fixed").

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Okay, I get what you mean, but I can't accept it either. Basically because you are stating things in a more twisted way, and I happen to see them in a more positive light. I don't see things that way at all. For example, although I get what you say, I don't understand souls as being 'fixed' in any way. More like they are being disintoxicated (just as they flow) from whatever holds them to achieve love and enlightment.
They are not on Earth to be punished! If they are here, they should feel fortunate enough to have a new opportunity to start a new life! They should be thankful that they'll witness the Earth during the present time and not other.
And the learning they get will depend mainly on them. God can help until a certain degree in that aspect, but only you can change things and learn, that's why you are here.
Also God is not some master that have you learn a lesson. I don't see God as a person, but rather as a source, a place to which your soul belongs and she knows what to do to arrive there.

posted June 11, 2016 09:29 PM            

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Originally posted by BeholdAstarte:
creating my own spiritual vision has grown over time and I collect what resonates with me and makes sense

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Sharing right back, how things have come to make sense to me, and just in case it might one day be helpful, I'll share a bit of my own story, though focused on how it shaped my metaphysical views.

I think a primary event that shaped my life was shortly after Mom took me from Granny out of spite shortly before I turned 5, and then she and Dad refused to properly care for me. This forced me to learn to take care of myself (and both of them, to a lesser extent). After trying to get them to feed me one morning resulted in me being hit so hard that I came off my feet and didn't land on the floor until after I bounced off the wall, I decided the next time to do it on my own...as I was 5, this meant I had to figure it out on my own, and it was a challenge for a 5-year-old, and I was lucky I didn't hurt myself, but after which I was so proud of myself and sought to be more independent in all ways...and thought that while the world of adults was capricious at best, I could take care of myself.

Metaphysically, I think this shaped me to be a person in which prayers don't work (I've done experiments, and it's downright eerie how prayer works out for me, and I won't pray for others out of fear of hurting them), but spells (where I do it myself rather than appeal to a higher power) work amazingly well. (Had I hurt myself in making my own breakfast then I bet spells wouldn't work, and had Granny saved me then I bet prayer would work for me a lot better.)

The time I realized my uncle was lying to me when I was 4 (shortly before I was taken by Mom, all this has Pluto was now transiting Scorpio, which natally is my fourth house) was traumatic to me...and he didn't like how I showed empathy to calves, so he had my favorite cow (an old and very gentle one that I was allowed near) killed and served up to me, only telling me after (though being 4 I didn't immediately understand the cow was dead yet, and figured beef was like cow's milk, the farmers take some and the cow is okay) to teach me they weren't pets (in actuality, by killing that specific cow to kill he taught me that loving someone could get them killed, a message that haunted me well into adulthood). This also taught me that the adults I looked to shape me life were not to be trusted, even when they were well meaning.

Mom and Dad weren't religious, so I missed out on things like church (probably just as well, all things considered). I instead escaped into books that would shape me (often proactive characters who saved themselves, Pippi Longstocking being one of the first), and later I'd start writing my own stories, which I now see was my childhood attempt to fix the things wrong in my life. In retrospect, it's fascinating to me that I didn't see how my own life was shaping my own stories, and what I was trying to accomplish with them, until I was an adult. (They freaked one elementary school teacher out who first called my mother, and after being brushed off the teacher called my father who mocked the teacher. I only know about it because Dad told me to stop freaking the teacher out with the written stories and pictures I made in class, though I do recall that teacher asking me plenty of questions about them before she called the parental units.)

I was in sixth grade when a teacher talked about how warped the Norse myths were, that in the end the gods (most of them anyway) and honored dead would be destroyed by the giants, and he couldn't understand that. Perhaps it was my 3H Libra sun & stellium (on Scorpio cusp, and includes Pluto, and Pluto was still transiting Scorpio, but now on the Sag cusp) sextile Sag stellium (including Mars-Uranus), but I decided to explain it to him then, and I said (more or less, my memory is fuzzy on it) it was because they'd live and die (or be destroyed) free, that they'd have the strength & will to do that, which is better than just giving in to the giants to live in tyranny, or to pretend to be someone you're not just so you can live forever in the Christian heaven, in which your entire existence was a surrendering lie and worse than death, because you'd not only be dead, but you'd still exist to know it (had I been older, I might've said "become pod people"), and that in their hard to survive world that lacked the comforts of many other kingdoms, that was the kind of strength they needed to inspire them. He finally said I was quite precocious, but also deeply disturbing, before asking me what church I went to...after I replied that I didn't, he moved on and I don't think he ever spoke to me again. (It was around this time that teachers were learning not to call upon me.)

As Pluto transited my Sag stellium (sextile to my natal Pluto), my life went into total chaos, with violence and abuse an all too common occurrence. This includes the time I was a runaway kid.

And I was homeless at 15 when I had a vision of Freya (I have reason to believe this vision happened at the time my Christian grandmother was praying for me). There's a lot of factors (including astrological) that went into this, but I'm certain I touched something metaphysical. Freya "told" me I had to be strong, to learn to stand next to her against the giants of Ragnarok (and also not to try to be a child trying to crawl back into the womb that spit them out as so many others did with their gods) and in retrospect, I realize that this is the only message I'd have believed, and it was also the one I needed (as trusting adults, or anyone beyond myself, could prove disastrous). The "giants" could be the parental units, the courts that forced me to live with Mom, certain school officials, the adults (on both sides of the law) that preyed upon kids like me (and the law was no friend to me), and in short I had to believe in myself as I did when I made my own breakfast when I was 5 (and like so many heroines in the stories I read growing up). While life was bad, Freya didn't inflict these things on me, they were other forces hostile to Her and me both, and I had to be stronger than the giants destroying my world.

When escaping a very bad sitch the following year in which I was sure I was going to die while a bound prisoner, I didn't waste time preying to spiritual entities for help, but rather said an inspiring poem that meant a lot to me (and came to mean more after). That is, instead of believing in God or angels (or even Freya) to save me, I believed in myself, and if anything, I was praying to myself to not give up, and I saved myself. (The idea that some spiritual entity with the power to save me was watching, or even arranged for this extremely traumatic event to happen, is repugnant to me rather than comforting.)

'Course plenty would give thanks to higher powers, though it's often very iffy. Like when miners were thought alive people were thanking God, but when it turned out the miners were actually dead then God no longer mattered. And when Sandy Hook was shot up, one little girl had the sense to play dead and thus survived...but some wanted to attribute her survival to God yet never mentioned why all the other children weren't so protected. One that really blew my mind was reading a woman's account of her being abducted, raped, stabbed several times (I'm not certain, but I think she was with her boyfriend and he was killed before she was abducted), but she got away to run naked (and bleeding) into the snow-filled woods at night, and telling herself that God wouldn't let her die (though God allowed all else to happen, and doesn't step in to save others from being killed).

Anyway, I'll continue on karma specifically.

posted June 11, 2016 09:55 PM            

Though I've only met one other online who lived a hardcore runaway life, it seems abuse stories, and lots of other violence, are a dime a dozen online, and given the statistics that's not surprising to me. Even in just the USA, it averages to multiple kids killed or kill themselves every single day, while many others endure other forms of abuse.

Meanwhile, many nations don't even bother with recording it (and I've heard of state orphanages in multiple nations so brutal that it shocked even jaded me to learn of it), with millions of children dying of starvation and disease every year...and given the lives of the adults, some would consider the dead the lucky ones. And for every Kathryn Bolkovac there are many other cops and leaders involved in child sex trafficking around the world, and until Ms. Bolkovac got enough publicity then it was her who was fired and silenced rather than those doing the abuse (remember that the next time such revered leaders talk about the welfare of "the children").

posted June 11, 2016 09:59 PM            

Karma is a blind machine, and one person's karma can spread its toxins or medicines through all of society, to the deserving and undeserving alike. This sums up my views on it well (be sure to see the part of Luna posted further down):
http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum30/HTML/000110.html

That's how I mean karma is like gravity. Just as gravity helps and harms us, we can cause it (accidentally or otherwise) to help and harm others as well--we're all interconnected, linked together, and plenty of karma is shared, in addition to the blind individual karma.

It seems to me a lot don't see that, they think they're separate. They do this in other ways as well, like that so-called Law of Attraction, which in addition to being way too simplistic IMO, assumes that each person isn't affected by the LOA of others, both directly and indirectly. That is, they don't see the interconnection, and how the LOA is as much shared as it is individual, and how they can be influenced by the LOA of others as well as how their own LOA can affect others. (Speaking of which, I LOVED The War Prayer by Twain, something he couldn't get published in his own time, in which prayers for victory were shown to be curses onto others, which you can scroll down to the part in red if you just want to see the prayer.)

That said, I do think that I knew my mother in another life, and how we both died (including with our guilt and hate) shaped this particular life (though other lives were in between, not sure what part she played, though if one past life recall is true then I saw her as a little girl before I was born to her). But this wasn't "God/dess" or guides that did it, it was more like our own baggage as we died, and how they mixed together to help shape this life in subconscious ways. Even then, there's free will, and it can all be changed. I've done what I can to clear up our mutual bad karma, and at this point it's in her own court. Her choice, good or bad, will probably affect both us in another life (meanwhile, the weight of other karma, collective and our own, also affects it all, just as it affected the individual decisions we made in that previous life).

posted June 11, 2016 10:01 PM            

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Originally posted by Sulkyarcher:
Also, when I said everything, I meant like the trees, the sewers, dirt, rocks, water, the galaxies, murder, crime, betrayal. Some would call THE ALL, God.

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I got that.

posted June 11, 2016 11:00 PM            

My mother mentally abused me because I was mentally ill and overweight. I got a job, left and never came back again. No sane mother would ever degrade their child for having a mental illness, unless they're extremely selfish, or mentally off. Like I said, narcissist.

posted June 13, 2016 01:46 PM            

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Originally posted by PixieJane:
Sharing right back, how things have come to make sense to me, and just in case it might one day be helpful, I'll share a bit of my own story, though focused on how it shaped my metaphysical views.

I think a primary event that shaped my life was shortly after Mom took me from Granny out of spite shortly before I turned 5, and then she and Dad refused to properly care for me. This forced me to learn to take care of myself (and both of them, to a lesser extent). After trying to get them to feed me one morning resulted in me being hit so hard that I came off my feet and didn't land on the floor until after I bounced off the wall, I decided the next time to do it on my own...as I was 5, this meant I had to figure it out on my own, and it was a challenge for a 5-year-old, and I was lucky I didn't hurt myself, but after which I was so proud of myself and sought to be more independent in all ways...and thought that while the world of adults was capricious at best, I could take care of myself.

Metaphysically, I think this shaped me to be a person in which prayers don't work (I've done experiments, and it's downright eerie how prayer works out for me, and I won't pray for others out of fear of hurting them), but spells (where I do it myself rather than appeal to a higher power) work amazingly well. (Had I hurt myself in making my own breakfast then I bet spells wouldn't work, and had Granny saved me then I bet prayer would work for me a lot better.)

The time I realized my uncle was lying to me when I was 4 (shortly before I was taken by Mom, all this has Pluto was now transiting Scorpio, which natally is my fourth house) was traumatic to me...and he didn't like how I showed empathy to calves, so he had my favorite cow (an old and very gentle one that I was allowed near) killed and served up to me, only telling me after (though being 4 I didn't immediately understand the cow was dead yet, and figured beef was like cow's milk, the farmers take some and the cow is okay) to teach me they weren't pets (in actuality, by killing that specific cow to kill he taught me that loving someone could get them killed, a message that haunted me well into adulthood). This also taught me that the adults I looked to shape me life were not to be trusted, even when they were well meaning.

Mom and Dad weren't religious, so I missed out on things like church (probably just as well, all things considered). I instead escaped into books that would shape me (often proactive characters who saved themselves, Pippi Longstocking being one of the first), and later I'd start writing my own stories, which I now see was my childhood attempt to fix the things wrong in my life. In retrospect, it's fascinating to me that I didn't see how my own life was shaping my own stories, and what I was trying to accomplish with them, until I was an adult. (They freaked one elementary school teacher out who first called my mother, and after being brushed off the teacher called my father who mocked the teacher. I only know about it because Dad told me to stop freaking the teacher out with the written stories and pictures I made in class, though I do recall that teacher asking me plenty of questions about them before she called the parental units.)

I was in sixth grade when a teacher talked about how warped the Norse myths were, that in the end the gods (most of them anyway) and honored dead would be destroyed by the giants, and he couldn't understand that. Perhaps it was my 3H Libra sun & stellium (on Scorpio cusp, and includes Pluto, and Pluto was still transiting Scorpio, but now on the Sag cusp) sextile Sag stellium (including Mars-Uranus), but I decided to explain it to him then, and I said (more or less, my memory is fuzzy on it) it was because they'd live and die (or be destroyed) free, that they'd have the strength & will to do that, which is better than just giving in to the giants to live in tyranny, or to pretend to be someone you're not just so you can live forever in the Christian heaven, in which your entire existence was a surrendering lie and worse than death, because you'd not only be dead, but you'd still exist to know it (had I been older, I might've said "become pod people"), and that in their hard to survive world that lacked the comforts of many other kingdoms, that was the kind of strength they needed to inspire them. He finally said I was quite precocious, but also deeply disturbing, before asking me what church I went to...after I replied that I didn't, he moved on and I don't think he ever spoke to me again. (It was around this time that teachers were learning not to call upon me.)

As Pluto transited my Sag stellium (sextile to my natal Pluto), my life went into total chaos, with violence and abuse an all too common occurrence. This includes the time I was a runaway kid.

And I was homeless at 15 when I had a vision of Freya (I have reason to believe this vision happened at the time my Christian grandmother was praying for me). There's a lot of factors (including astrological) that went into this, but I'm certain I touched something metaphysical. Freya "told" me I had to be strong, to learn to stand next to her against the giants of Ragnarok (and also not to try to be a child trying to crawl back into the womb that spit them out as so many others did with their gods) and in retrospect, I realize that this is the only message I'd have believed, and it was also the one I needed (as trusting adults, or anyone beyond myself, could prove disastrous). The "giants" could be the parental units, the courts that forced me to live with Mom, certain school officials, the adults (on both sides of the law) that preyed upon kids like me (and the law was no friend to me), and in short I had to believe in myself as I did when I made my own breakfast when I was 5 (and like so many heroines in the stories I read growing up). While life was bad, Freya didn't inflict these things on me, they were other forces hostile to Her and me both, and I had to be stronger than the giants destroying my world.

When escaping a very bad sitch the following year in which I was sure I was going to die while a bound prisoner, I didn't waste time preying to spiritual entities for help, but rather said an inspiring poem that meant a lot to me (and came to mean more after). That is, instead of believing in God or angels (or even Freya) to save me, I believed in myself, and if anything, I was praying to myself to not give up, and I saved myself. (The idea that some spiritual entity with the power to save me was watching, or even arranged for this extremely traumatic event to happen, is repugnant to me rather than comforting.)

'Course plenty would give thanks to higher powers, though it's often very iffy. Like when miners were thought alive people were thanking God, but when it turned out the miners were actually dead then God no longer mattered. And when Sandy Hook was shot up, one little girl had the sense to play dead and thus survived...but some wanted to attribute her survival to God yet never mentioned why all the other children weren't so protected. One that really blew my mind was reading a woman's account of her being abducted, raped, stabbed several times (I'm not certain, but I think she was with her boyfriend and he was killed before she was abducted), but she got away to run naked (and bleeding) into the snow-filled woods at night, and telling herself that God wouldn't let her die (though God allowed all else to happen, and doesn't step in to save others from being killed).

Anyway, I'll continue on karma specifically.

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posted June 13, 2016 02:11 PM            

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Originally posted by Sulkyarcher:
I have horribly narcissistic parents, who I don't talk to. Saturn in the 10th house, in Capricorn. Karma with the parents, I don't talk to them, and don't plan on talking to those monsters ever again.

My mother mentally abused me because I was mentally ill and overweight. I got a job, left and never came back again. No sane mother would ever degrade their child for having a mental illness, unless they're extremely selfish, or mentally off. Like I said, narcissist.

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posted June 13, 2016 03:04 PM            

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Originally posted by BeholdAstarte:
awe :/ well its awesome you took care of yourself and went away from that negativity! best wishes.
its always those hard lessons that make us stronger whoooo

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