God and Evil

My understanding of God is, to say the least, inadequate and incomplete. Even less understood than God is my understanding of Evil.

I am convinced Evil is a real force, whether it's name is Lucifer, Satin, The Devil, or even just an impersonal something that seems bent on causing misery and suffering, I am convinced that, whatever it is, it is a real force.

Faces in the pictures of the 9/11 event, I found these very convincing. I know people see bunnies in clouds and demonic images in random noise. When I saw this particular image in the paper it hit me hard and instantly.

I realized this was not as it seemed. This was not crazy Islamic terrorists bringing down buildings to force us out of the middle east. This event would be used to justify our killing people in the middle east. The force behind it is incredibly evil. It wants us to die or be in fear of dying, to suffer, or be in fear of suffering. It wants to control us. Evil seems to thrive on this kind of negative energy, hatred and fear.

There are many reasons to think that the 9/11 event was not of Arab origin, that it was contrived by people who really run the world, people often referred to as "The Illuminati", though anyone that would do this and use it to commit genocide are anything but illuminated.

The CIA met with Osama Bin Laden in a hospital one month prior to this event. Two weeks prior, the regular security force was removed from the building and there is a strong indication that explosives were planted. Visually, if you've ever seen a controlled implosion, watching those buildings fall was a classic example. There is no known explanation for the collapse of a nearby office building. It happened that Enron records were stored in the Twin Towers. Citibank collected millions of dollars of insurance money when another building collapsed without explanation. The scene was cleaned up so rapidly that the opportunity to collect forensic evidence was extremely limited. Some people received warning calls before the events. People on many floors were locked in and unable to reach the stairs to escape. Others were told to remain in the building while it was on fire.

I could go on but you all know how to use Google, so I will not. The aftermath is what is important. George Bush used this as an excuse to invade Iraq even though the CIA had indicated that Iraq had no part in this, the hijackers that were identified came from Yemen and Saudi Arabia.

Even so, I do not believe George Bush was involved in the initial plot; he was reading to children in a school and when told of the news froze up for some period of time, total emotional overload, not something someone involved would have experienced, but he certainly took advantage of the opportunity it presented.

I do not know who is behind this event but I do know it was a force that is incredibly evil. It is, I think, even more important to understand this force than it is to understand God. Know thy enemy.

Sadam is dead, there are no weapons of mass destruction, let's get out of Iraq and get on with life. We've sacrificed enough of our children already and we've murdered enough Iraqi's.

At one time I thought the invasion of Iraq was about obtaining oil or securing US access to the middle eastern oil reserves. At one time Henry Kissinger stated, "Oil is too valuable of a commodity to be left in the hands of the Arabs.", and I believe Gorge Bush was acting upon that statement.

Then I discovered we were swimming in the stuff. The United States has enormous oil reserves. They aren't the easiest to get at but they are huge. We have a super giant field in the gulf of Mexico, bigger even than Ghwar in Saudi Arabia. Even though this was publically touted as a recent discovery, Exxon has known about it for years. We have another super giant field deep under Utah and Colorado. This oil, like the abiotic oil in Russia, requires drilling more than 20,000 feet and through granite bedrock to get at, but it is this type of oil that allowed Russia, in 2005, to surpass Saudi Arabia and become the worlds largest oil producer and exploratory wells have been drilled and proven it's existence. We have enormous tar sands and oil shale, bitumen reserves. And if that weren't enough we have huge reserves of heavy and super-heavy crude like that in Venezuela in California.

All of these US sources are either relatively expensive to produce ($12-$15 a barrel verses around $3.50 a barrel in Iraq, and $8 in Saudi Arabia) or to refine because heavy crude like that in California requires additional cracking to render lighter hydrocarbon products useful in gasoline and diesel fuels. Sour crude (sulfur rich) requires additional refining to remove the sulfur to comply with environmental laws.

With the world market at around $70 per barrel, these sources are more than marginally profitable. If middle eastern producers freely produce their oil and dump it on the market, it will drive the market prices down reducing profits for the oil companies. Iraq wasn't about stealing oil, it was about reducing production. They did steal what oil was produced, but the production is now half of what it was before the war. Keeping production at this lower level is the reason we remain in Iraq.

This is evil, the terminator seed is another. The terminator seed was developed to force farmers to buy seed every year rather than saving some from last years crop. This drives up the price of food for everyone and in poorer countries it drives the cost up so high it is not affordable and people starve as a result.

The way the nuclear industry is managed is evil. We could have a safe nuclear program producing no long term nuclear waste, but ample clean electrical energy. Instead we have an unsafe industry, producing large quantities of long term radioactive waste, and inadequate quantities of clean electricity.

Why? Because if we adopted reactors capable of burning up actinides, they would extract about thirty times more energy from the same fuel in the process of burning up transuranics that would otherwise become a 20,000 year storage problem. Cheney has interests in coal and uranium mining. This would make his mines essentially worthless.

In Iran, they have developed a bacterial agent which is capable of extracting uranium from low grade ores at a cost of one one-hundredth of that of conventional methods. I believe it is for this reason the Bush administration does not want Iran to develop their own fuel cycle technology. By making very low grade ores commercially viable fuel sources, holders of mineral rights to high grade ores would see an appreciable devaluation of those holdings.

If you don't believe oil prices are being manipulated, then why is it that when Republicans control government, the price of oil drops just prior to elections and then rebounds afterwards, but when Democratically control government, the price of oil increases prior to elections and drops afterwards? I think the answer is obvious, oil companies prefer the hands off don't give a shit about the environment approach of the Republicans.

The damage to our fellow human beings, other life forms, and the planet as a whole, is evil. But evil is more than just companies wanting to do as they please without regards to the impact it has on everyone and everything else, whatever this evil force is, it wants to cause fear, hatred, and suffering. It's not just uncaring, it's malicious.

Mostly, we can just see the effects of evil and deduce some of it's properties. It's true nature is hidden, but one thing I am sure of, it thrives on the fear and hatred and to combat it we must stop allowing it to manipulate us into hating and being in fear, starve it to death.

What is God?

I do not believe we can truly understand what God is, a drop of water can not encompass an ocean and attempting to understand God I think is analogous to this. However, we can come to understand some aspects of God's nature through our experience and the recorded experiences of other human beings.

And to that end I felt that I wanted to relate some of my experiences and what I've learned from them.

Some background is necessary, when I was a younger child say around nine or ten years of age, my mother used to believe it beating us with a stick when we mis-behaved or were disrespectful. Specifically, we had a tree that grew these very flexible sticks that she would cut off and call "switches" and she would wail on our buttocks with them leaving welts and causing much stinging.

This created a great deal of fear for me when I was very young. So much so that I would have nightmares of locking myself in the bathroom and a switch trying to get me through cracks between the door and the floor or the door and the wall.

My mother was very strict at that age which contrasts greatly with how she was as I entered my teenage years (at that point quite the opposite, she became very lax).

One of the big things for her was when us kids went somewhere and were told to be back at a particular time, she was very strict about that time, and arriving three minutes late meant a switching (beating with stick).

We lived on the corner of 15th NE and 90th Street in Seattle, and about a mile to the north there was a bridge over a ravine. At that time the area below the bridge was undeveloped woods with Thornton creek running through the ravine. Myself and some of my friends used to go down there to play.

The woods had vines and on some trees ropes had been tied to branches. There was one portion of the creek that was deep and a tree near it had a rope that could swing out over the creek and in the summer we'd swing out and drop into the creek to cool off (and very cold it was). We'd play like we were in a Tarzan movie there, climbing trees and swinging from vines and ropes.

My mother would have dinner promptly at six and we were always to be home by six, and if we weren't the switch loomed. But being kids, it was easy to lose track of time while we were playing and occasionally, I would stop and look at my watch and see that it said it was after six. I would pray to be spared the switch and run home trying to minimize the damage, and somehow I would arrive home just before six even though I had left after six. This wasn't just a function of my watch being off, for it too would indicate that it was just before six when I arrived home.

The skeptical would say I just mis-read my watch, but this happened many times. I am convince it meant that God can answer prayers even if it requires violating physical laws of causality as we know them.

When I was in junior high school I had an interesting incident, although this one didn't involve prayer, it did seem to involve at the very least temporary suspension of ordinary physics.

I am a night person and always have been, not an early waker, and I used to watch television until 2am, and then I would have to get up and be to school by 8am. Invariably, I would not wake up until 7:30, spend twenty minutes getting ready, and then run two miles to school. This was not as hard as it might seem because the school was located in a big hole, and I lived on top of a hill, so the trip to school was downhill all the way making it easy to run. The downside was the walk home was a bitch.

The route I would take would be to run from my house on 15th and 90th down 90th to 17th Ave, then go north on 17th avenue to 94th, from there I would cut through a park and the playground of Sacajawea, the elementary school I went to, to arrive at 96th street and 20th Ave, then I'd go down 20th to 98th St, then down 98th street to Lake City way. I'd cross Lake City way at a light controlled cross-walk there, then go north on Lake City way to Fischer Ave, which went to Ravenna which I would follow to 115th Street which was the street my junior high school was on.

On the initial run down 90th, about fifty feet uphill from 17th Ave there was a fire hydrant. Each day, I would do a long jump at the fire hydrant, and each day I would achieve not an abnormal distance.

Except one day something happened. I felt I had gotten a particularly good launch and so I pulled my legs tightly up under my body to minimize air resistance and try to maximize the distance of the jump, but as I reached the apex of the jump something weird happened, I did not start falling down, instead I remained at approximately the same height but as the hill was falling away below me. I kept getting higher and higher with respect to the ground. I traveled in this manner all the way across 17th Ave and continued down 90th street.

At this point I was getting quite high in the air and I began to fear that either I would continue going up into the sky never to be seen again or when I did come down it was gonna hurt because I was up so high. As soon as I had that thought it was as if gravity gently resumed and I came down in a slow controlled manner and didn't hurt myself. Now I was quite a way down 90th from 17th and had to walk back up the hill to 17th Ave to continue my run to school. The total length of the jump I would estimate at being around 100 feet.

I tried to reproduce this every day after that when I ran to school, but never again did anything out of the ordinary happen, just normal distance long jumps like I had before.

I'm not sure all what to make of this experience, perhaps that God can lift and carry us if necessary, or perhaps that the laws of physics are not as immutable as we normally perceive. I am sure this is a lesson that will have relevance at some point in my life, but at present I still do not understand exactly what it meant.

In my experience, God seems to answer prayers inconsistently. Some say God answers all prayers it's just that sometimes the answer is "No", but I feel that to say that is just playing with semantics. But it does seem that answers tend to come when it's most important for them to. When I'm hurting the most, when I'm threatened the most, when someone I love is threatened the most.

My fathers wife got esophageal cancer diagnosed as stage four. I was very worried about my father being left alone, especially as he is getting up in years and has had a few health problems himself. The five year survival rate for this type of cancer is 3%.

I prayed for her survival, and it has been just about five years. Now, they have not cured the cancer entirely, cancer indicators still show that it is present in her body; however, they have been able to control it with chemotherapy and she has been able to maintain a reasonable quality of life throughout the process. I feel that this is a prayer that has been answered.

On the other hand, this year has been a shit storm if ever there was one. In a little more than a year, my mothers husband died from lung cancer and my mother became very depressed and stopped eating. I had prayed for his survival too but it did not happen. She lost 35 lbs and is way under weight as a result. She stopped losing weight after several months but still a year later hasn't regained it. Then a friend of mine visiting from Antarctica, who did blasting and drilling there and had wintered over and had been there eight years, died while here in Seattle visiting in an apartment fire. He had just shown us pictures of a house he had bought in New Zealand where he had planned to retire.

Then in April, an employee and friend committed suicide. Later our dog developed cancer and died. All of these things really contributed to functionality problems for me. I'm already prone to depression and this really pushed me over the edge. I also had ADD symptoms. I got treatment for these things and I was doing better near the end of September and working on getting things back in order, then my nineteen year old daughter left with a boyfriend for Utah with eight hours notice. To put it mildly I was crushed, a couple of more months of non-functionality followed.

I was pretty much maxed on the dosage of Welbutrin I was on for depression and ADD and increasing that dosage further wasn't really a safe option, too much can induce seizures.

I know that two factors are important to combat depression more than anything else, physical exercise and socialization. This was difficult for me to do because my daughter had always accompanied us to the gym and swimming, and when I'd go I'd really miss her presence and end up breaking down and crying, it just was no good. Most of my friends were on-line friends so there wasn't much opportunity to in person socialization since they were scattered all over the world. Most of my friends that were local had died, moved away, or just changed so much we didn't share interests during the time I had been raising children.

I prayed for help and I received it. I was pointed to a number of resources and ultimately did meet some people including someone who could accompany us exercising and that really made it more doable again.

Still, I have a lot of financial issues resulting from the time I really was not functional, I'm trying to work through those now but it's very difficult. I'm praying for help but so far it hasn't come.

I know I have not lived the type of life I should and I feel perhaps this is why I'm not yet getting the help that I need. All the pieces of the puzzle have to fit the plan and I've resisted and gone my own route and I think that has caused me these problems.

Adding to these difficulties has been A/C problems at the co-location facility which resulted in some equipment problems, not one but two dead washing machines, and during the recent windstorm a tree limb came through our roof and ceiling.

The mental issues, particularly the ADD, have made things like taxes reports problematic and I am behind in those.

It seemed like when I was a kid and got in trouble, prayer resulted in predictable and immediate results for the most part. One exception to that was when my parents divorced, I prayed for my fathers return but it was not to be.

But as an adult, when answers come they seem to be not immediate and not so predictable, kind of like we're supposed to experience more turmoil and difficulty as adults, although I know there are plenty of children in the world living under absolutely hellish conditions and I do not understand why that is permitted by a loving God.

But then sometimes love is tough. When my daughter left, I felt pain like I never had before. It was painful when my oldest son left, but then he only moved about ten miles away and once I was invited to his apartment and welcomed in his space I felt okay with it. But my daughter moved 900 miles away and really seems bent on total independence and even if I had the financial means to visit I don't feel like I would be welcomed. For some reason, she seems to feel that she can't "live her life" if I'm there interfering with it.

So this was very difficult for me. But after a time the reason for it was revealed to me in a flash of insight. You see many years prior, about thirteen years prior, I had a real bad flu with a very high temperature. This was during the inaugural day storm and we had no power.

I went to sleep with 103F fever, and in my sleep I went to God, and God spoke to me and told me I could stay with him then, or I could go back and complete a mission but my success was not guaranteed. I did not know what the mission was, but I knew I had young children and a wife that needed me so I chose to go back. And when I made that choice I woke up in my bed drenched in sweat, my fever was completely gone, 98.6F, and I felt fine.

So 13 year pass, and one night my daughter tells me a boy is coming from Utah for her and she hasn't made up her mind to go or not, and in the end I told her she had to follow her heart, knowing it would take her away from me. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but then when I'm in the room with the entertainment center, Raymond is playing and he says out of the blue, "mission accomplished", and instantly I knew this had been the mission I had been assigned during that inaugural day storm, I had to raise her and at the appropriate time let her go.

I was given an understanding that this process was like that of birth. Women have a baby grow in their womb, for nine months it is inside their body growing, but there comes a time when the baby must be born. It can no longer grow within the confines of the mother. They say the process of birth is the most painful thing a woman goes through and afterwards there is often postpartum depression, still, it was necessary for the baby to continue to grow. And a woman doesn't stop loving her child when it is born, if anything that love increases.

I was present at the birth of all of my children and it was a beautiful thing, the most joyess moments in my life.

I came to understand that this was analogous. It was extremely painful for me, but it was absolutely necessary for my daughters growth. She could no longer grow within the confines of my space, she had to have her own space in which to grow. And she has grown, when I talk to her the difference in the apparent level of maturity is striking. She seems happy, she hadn't been happy for a long time. So it is good for her but it was painful for me.

After she did go I whined a lot and made a total ass of myself, but at least I told her to follow her heart when that was what she needed to do.

So I felt after this I had hoped there would either be some recuperation time or I'd be told what I should be doing next, but neither has happened. Instead I'm in financial and if I don't get some tax reports in soon, legal trouble.

I'm still praying for help but I wish I could say I feel 100% confident that it is coming but I am feeling very frightened right now.

Well, I'm just telling you about these things because they relate to my personal experience of God and how God has acted in my life.

What I want out of life now is financial and emotional security and to be placed into a position where I can help others and make a positive impact in the lives of others. I really don't care in what field, if it's in the computer field, or radio really the first thing I loved doing, or photography, a hobby of mine, or writing, something I've come to enjoy doing, or just something totally unrelated.

I just don't want to have to live in fear anymore and I want to feel like I'm doing something right with my life which I feel I haven't done a very good job of up to this point.

My Religous Beliefs

My religious views don't seem to fit well with mainstream religions. To a degree I think that mainstream religions miss the true nature of God because what God is is so incredibly encompassing that God simply is not comprehendable by man in God's totality. I will readily admit that I don't understand what God is, but I have some ideas of what God is not, and I know that something I would call God exists.

I am actively seeking God in my life, but I am not willing to allow someone else to jam their belief system down my throat. I have found this to be a real difficulty because on the one hand, I do want to serve the purpose God has intended for my life, but on the other hand, people who, while trying to be helpful, have tried to force their belief systems upon me and I've felt them to be totally wrong and so have been unwilling to accept them.

I was raised in the Christian faith but not any specific denomination. I was forced to go to Sunday school in my youth, occasionally to attend regular church services, and to participate in a program called CYC (Christian Youth Club or some such).

The church I went to Sunday school at, I don't even remember the denomination but the denomination wasn't important to my parents it was just a function of it being physically close, a three block walk from our home. I had really mixed feelings about this church because on the one hand, the people there impressed me as sincere and caring, but on the other they impressed me as being clueless and dogmatic.

Also, when church services were not in progress, and classes were not in progress, the doors of this church would still be open, and I would sometimes go in and just sit quietly and ask questions of God, and I really did feel the presence of God there.

Later some turds took fire extinguishers and vandalized the church and after that they locked it up, still I felt like God were present on the grounds, and even when I no longer attended, I would often go to the grounds when I felt I needed to talk to God.

I would ask questions of the religious figures there regarding aspects of the Bible that I did not understand and it rapidly became clear to me they didn't understand either. But what was most disturbing was their attitude that it wasn't important to understand it, only to accept it.

I'm a person who really wants to understand things, and demands logical consistency exists otherwise I can't feel that I do understand. After a while I, became frustrated and then started becoming disruptive and did things like stick paper clips in the microphone jacks under the pews so it would make a loud buzzing sound during the church services.

While they never flat-out kicked me out, a point was reached where my parents no longer forced me to attend the church or CYC.

A friend of mine at the time, went to another Church on 92nd and 15th NE. I don't remember the denomination but I went with a couple times and I felt very good about this church. They seemed to be genuine seekers of the truth. I didn't go to church services there but I did go to Bible study, the interesting thing about Bible study there was that they didn't limit religious inquiry to only the Bible nor did they force their interpretations upon us. And, if asked a question they didn't have an answer for they were willing to say they didn't know, but never suggested just accepting it.

That church did not survive financially, eventually it disbanded and the building (church) was sold and became a commercial establishment of some sort.

That was pretty much the end of any formal religious training, although really that church it wasn't so much training as it was exploration and I liked that.

I believe God exists in everything and works through physical laws that were established when everything was first set in motion, which may have been forever. This is pretty inconsistent with aspects of Christian theology which places God as a kind of supreme super-human being "out there" somewhere and actively tweaks things directly. In my view God is in me, in you, in every living thing, in every inanimate thing, every bit of matter, and directs the evolution of the universe, but God directs that evolution through the laws established in the beginning.

In this way, my religious views are not inconsistent with evolution. On the contrary, I believe God works to evolve the universe through evolutionary processes. However, and here is where scientists would not be comfortable with my beliefs, I do not believe that random events are truly random. I believe that statistically, they appear random, but in fact every single occurrence is not random but exquisitely choreographed.

In other words, take the half-life or radium for example. Radium has a half-life if 8600 years approximately, that means that if you take a one gram sample of radium today, lock it away in a vault for 8600 years, and then open the vault now we'll have half a gram of radium. If we lock it up for another 8600 years and then check, only a quarter gram will be left.

We can predict statistically absolutely how much of the radium sample will decay, we can not predict specifically which radium atoms will undergo decay. Scientists say it is random, I say it is not.

Quantum mechanics deals with probabilities. In the classic Newtonian view, an electron orbits an atoms nucleus as a planet orbits the sun. But in quantum mechanics, actually there are clouds of electrons in shells and these electrons have a finite probably at being in any one place at a given time. We can not say exactly where the electron will be at any given time.

Specific quantum events though can determine evolutionary outcome. A radium atom might decay, causing the spontaneous mutation of a gene in a germ cell, which later grows into an individual with new genetic traits that turn out to bestow an advantage and that being then propagates widely. Perhaps such a decay was responsible for the genetic alteration that happened between us and the apes that delayed our brain development allowing our brains to be molded by our environment to a much greater degree.

What I am saying here is that I think "God" is the force that decides what atom decayed, and not just at random but to direct evolution along a specific path, evolution of the entire universe.

This is inconsistent with many Christian tenants. On the other hand, I do believe Jesus was a real person who had a real connection with God that is shared with very few people through history. The son of God thing, salvation, and all of that, well I can't feel comfortable with the literal interpretation, that is, of a son as in a biological son. God is forever, timeless, and has no need to reproduce. Further, the product of the mating of a God and a human would be only half-God at best. But I don't believe it was intended to be taken literally in the sense of biology.

I believe, the story of Genesis, of original sin, what that is telling us is that we have separated ourselves from God, God didn't command that we hide from him, we chose to do so. I believe this is intended to be a metaphor for a real phenomena. I believe we are all part of the all that is, and the all that is, is God. All that is is more encompassing than just the material all that is, the material all that it is, in my view is God's creation but it is not separate from God anymore than our thoughts are separate from us.

When we "sin", and I think "sin" is anything that harms other life forms even though we know we are bringing harm to those life forms, whether those life forms be animals or other people or beings from another galaxy, we feel embarrassed. We do not want others to know the terrible thing we did. This embarrassment is what the metaphor of the embarrassment Adam and Eve felt when they realized they were naked in God's eyes. Adam and Eve dawned fig leaves to cover themselves hiding themselves from God's view, or at least attempting to do so. I think this is metaphoric for how we have cut ourselves off from the all that is. We've formed a psychic barrier so that others can't read our mind and know what we have done, and in so doing cut off our ability to access infinite knowledge and love.

Here is where I think Jesus fits in. The Bible says Jesus was without sin, so this made it possible for him to accept the punishments for our sin. I have some issues with this. I believe because Jesus was without sin, Jesus did not create a barrier between himself and all that is. He was part of all that is directly connected, and I think that is what the son of God idea is really trying to express. Further, if we ask for forgiveness, all of those whom we've harmed, and can be honest and confess our sins, then the need for that barrier no longer exists for us either.

I don't believe this barrier is an absolute, that is that it's either there or not, I believe it's there in degrees. I believe very few humans manage to make it through life entirely sinless or be completely open and forgiving and asking of forgiveness of those they've harmed, but some come much closer than others and they in turn have more access to all that is, the knowledge, the love, and the positive power that is accessible. And when I say power I mean something quite different than the kind of power one might achieve through financial success of military conquest, I mean real power to help others.

But the exact role of Jesus, this is an area that I feel not completely comfortable with, I do believe there is something to the salvation but it's not exactly as portrayed, the portrayal is metaphorical.

I believe that, when it says God made man in his image, we aren't talking about God dolls, we're talking about God's vision. God envisioned us and we were. Prior to space, time, and the universe as we know it, there was no air to propagate sound, so when the Bible says, In the beginning there was the word and the word is God, what that means is God's thoughts. We are, I believe, not made "in" the image of God, we "are" the image of God, God thought us into existence.

All of that said; those familiar with the evolutionary theory of punctuated equilibrium understand that for evolution to move forward, static comfortable conditions do not accomplish it because organisms evolve to fill all available niches in those conditions and then evolution slows to a crawl because creatures evolved for those conditions are so adapted to them that any spontaneous mutation that occurs only creates less fit individuals.

I believe the same is true of spiritual development and evolution, and punctuations in our spiritual equilibrium must and do happen from time to time to move our spiritual evolution forward. Further, I believe we are approaching such a punctuation.

Most religious texts have some end of the world scenario in them, or at least end of the world as we know it. I do believe the end of the world as we know it is approaching although I don't think it's necessary a bad thing.

It will be a bad thing if we fight the changes we know are necessary. The change that is necessary is that we must love everyone and everything and be willing to act upon that love. Ultimately, for those who survive I believe it will mean a return to Eden, but how many of us survive depends upon our ability to make this change and act upon it, and if we resist then we're going to be dragged through hell on the way getting there.

Either way, the process is going to be extremely weird and massive changes will be involved, but if we go the good route, we will dance with nature while these changes take place, it will be a pleasant, exhilarating, loving experience. On the other hand, if we take the bad approach, continue to fight with each other, disrespect and disregard other life forms on our planet, fight nature, then we're going to take a trip through hell and not all of us will make it out.

God has given me dreams and visions of both paths. We want to choose the positive one, really we do! The negative one is ugly beyond belief. But even the positive path will be strange beyond belief.

God

Originally, I started a general blog with the intent on covering a number of topics. However, I found as I added more to it that it became too disjointed. To resolve this I've moved to creating separate blogs to discuss specific topics. I will continue to use the general blog to tie them together and also to record day to day experiences in my life that don't seem to fit well within the other specific topic blogs.

I've created to discuss God, does God exist, what is God?