I don't know how to make the web links I publish here active. You might have to cut and paste the address below into your browser to get it to work, but the link below is worth the trouble if you like to look at pictures of owls. I somehow managed to find and get a RSS feed to this site in one of the old USSR countries and they regularly post interesting pictures. I don't know who runs this site, but they're very talented.
http://halbot.haluze.sk/images/2009-06/4998_sovy15.jpg
If Jung had a leg to stand on with his statement , "Religion
is a defense against the experience of God.", then I must
admit that you people have gone to fanatical extremes. How
on Earth has it gotten to the point where you BELIEVE that
memorizing this old crap will make your experience with God
null and void?
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I arrogantly posted the above remarks to a group of people who only exist to take my abuse. They don't seem to know that. From my impressions they appear to think I'm here to take their's. No blame.
It's the term "against" in Jung's quote that I'm currently exploring. I appear to have pretty much ignored it's implications when I first became fascinated with the quote:
"Religion is a defense against the experience of God." ~ C. G. Jung
http://www.minnesotareads.com/2009/04/the-power-of-myth/
The reason this quote interests me is because if there is any value in it, then it's in the possibility of discovering who God is for the initiate by the observable defense they put up to stop the "experience of God" from doing whatever it does if one doesn't defend themselves against whatever it is.
For me, the experience of God is some extreme awareness of paradoxical terror. I use the term "paradoxical" because when I am IS the terror itself I am is not afraid. It's only in my contemplation of or reflection of BEING inside the terror that I'm not aware of (or any "thing" else).
This brings up an old dilemma to me. Being, and where and how it occurs. Being is a posited situation. It's an impostor. It's imposed and deposed. Sometimes it's just not there. As if it's got other fish to fry. How rude!
A week from today I've got an appointment to go to the Veteran's Hospital in Fayetteville and have a colonoscopy performed. Thinking about it has been a real wake-up call. I've started remembering things. Particularly what happened to my old friend Noel Carter. Noel and I had two things in common. A genius IQ and a penchant for being a pain in the ass to other people. Noel died of colon cancer. He lived by being a pain in the ass, and he died from a pain in the ass. Selah
It absolutely would seem like poetic justice if I go get that colonoscopy next week, and they tell me the cancer is so far progressed they have to remove it like they did with Noel. Then, send me home to die with plastic bags and tubes for guts, like they did him. At least his family came to get him and helped him pass. Amateur.
My ex-wives and children could testify to how I've only been a pain in the ass to them. Mostly from pure selfishness. It only seems fitting as my true fate. I tried to do right by them and give my children a legitimate name, but they act like it was a curse instead of a blessing. No blame.
If I go down there's one thing I will not depend on. My siblings. Except for my older sister they acted like our parent's dying was a plague to be avoided. I gave up everything to go stay with them so they wouldn't end in the local death camp like castaways, and my siblings hardly ever came to visit them. They won't visit me either. C'est la mort!
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
