I've Landed!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Freedom to Pay the Price

The Freedom To Worship As I Please

I think the freedom to worship as we please also includes the freedom to not worship if we don’t please.

Image result for images for red flag
What it doesn't include is the freedom to force religion on somebody else through trickery,
or even the sword.
Or shunning. Or economic sanctions. Whatever.

That is one of the many reasons I left Mormonism
for a life of better alignment with Christianity.
Worshiping as I please.
Allowing others the same privilege.

Leaving Mormonism was for me a time of being shunned. Still is. Not quite as bad as that first five years, but there is no middle ground for those who defend their faith with closed minds.  There just is no middle ground available when one of the parties KNOWS they have the right info and the rest of the world doesn't.

An open mind will for sure learn something.  Guard against that.
In the last world-wide conference Mormons were advised (according to someone who listened)  to remember feelings that guided them to the truth in the past or in the first place.  
Avoid those textbooks and research, ye who know the truth already.

A closed heart is even worse than a closed mind, but many with closed minds do not close their hearts and they pray and weep for those who do not believe as they do. Still and all, no middle ground.
My bias is that if feelings are where it is at for a testimony, then everybody else's feelings are valid also.  
Or as one of my sons said as a teenager after an outing with the brethren, "No two people on the earth have the same religion!"  My son was disgusted but I thought he was profound for so young a boy.

One of the red flags of mormonism is the shutting down of perspectives.
Image result for images for red flagWikemedia Commons

Now don't get miffed!
As Donald and Mitt might say to each other, if you agreed with me on everything and every issue, I would only hate you 10% less.

Riverwatch      (and now you know why I go by an alias)

OK.    I will go ahead and admit Mormons are not the only people who shun me. But Mormon's shunning is tangled with religious freedom.  Not cool.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Who is the beholder of your life?

Related image

"What is meant for us will come to us.
What is not meant for us will never come to us."

Or so they say.

Who is the beholder of your life?

I love it that science, which used to say that "thoughts have no power", has changed its ever changing mind!

Now science admits that the power of observation has the power to change whatever is being observed!
From the petri dish to the clinical arena,  Image result for images of being beheldRMIT Gallery

beholding, with its resulting thoughts, causes changes to occur.

As a nurse I always knew this fact in some small way, because
 when somebody cares enough to watch, something "magical" happens.
Behold.  And something changes.
and behold.
Right before our very eyes, change appears.

Perhaps those ancient people who thought it was God who sent the earthquakes,
 and fires
                and floods 
were not as off-base as some like to believe!

We need to get a clue.
We are being watched.
Observation impacts us.

Out of the flood the fire and the earthquake come changes, of course, inside the people so visited.
All altered in ways that are real and measurable 
and permanent (until more change comes).
What is less well known, is that even those of us who just watch, observing  from afar, 
alter the stuff of life by our mental & feeling outreach across the miles.

We are being beheld.
We are that important!

And we behold those who are important to us.

Who in your present life is beholding you?
Image result for images of being beheldThe Unbearable Lightness of Being

Who is watching you as a role model?  Maybe somebody you don't even know?

Who are you beholding?
Who are your unacknowledged role models?


Image result for images of being beheld

Of course we desire to be beheld.  It strengthens us, yes?
The sound of applause is powerful to create changes in us, too.

Plagierizing from the masters,

Thank you for dropping by.

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Rope Around the Ankle

The Rope Around The Ankle

An educated  intelligent man said this to me recently, "I am not spiritual.  I am intellectual, religious."
I may be misquoting him a bit, (I am old!).  
His remark caused me to think.

I could have sworn he was spiritual.

Then I ran across this insight on a Catholic man's blog:

"I am religious, not spiritual, meaning that the red tape of this world feels a lot more real – and more interesting – than the golden parachute awaiting the top performers in the next. The same is true, I daresay, for many others. Much as evangelists love to prescribe encounters with Jesus and compare conversion to falling in love, the fact remains that if Jesus were so accessible or so easily lovable, they wouldn’t have a job.
The rope around my ankle has always been people – living people who were nice to me, and whom I could relate to. "              
 by Max Lindenman  January 24, 2015


Is Mr. Lindenman spiritual?
I don't know.  He says he is not.

I do know that when the rope around your ankle is people , living people who are nice to you, and whom you relate to, you seem spiritual.

Maybe his road has not been as rocky as mine.
The rockier the road, the more spiritual the effect?

The Zen trail, St. George, Utah
video  3mins and 43 seconds    So Worth Watching



Sunday, November 6, 2016

May You Never Outlive Your Stories

I knew it was going to be a disappointing afternoon when I turned into the Exit lane in order to access the little shopping mall.
Dear God!
 How could I have done this?

Quickly I turned on my Hazard Lights to warn the bicyclist that he needed to get out of the way!  Also I wanted to reassure him I saw him and I was aware of my mistake.

The cyclist easily hopped the curb leaving me windshield to windshield with a cop car trying to exit.
The cop backed up for me and then circled the lot, pulled to a worrisome stop, and watched me enter Charming Charlie's.
I was so happy I was wearing matching earrings and lipstick.  The best defense an old lady can have.
The somber cop just watched.  I didn't quite match his D & D criteria  (demented? drunk?)

Inside the store I was dazzled by the glittering chandliers and vast array of costume jewelry....reds....a section on yellow......blues up the kazoo.....greens......rose golds.... golds....silvers......
Image result for images of jewelry in a storetorocon.com

What a delight.

Born a bit color blind, I asked the youthful clerk with her long bouncy vibrant brown hair if she would help me match some colors for autumn.

Happy to assist, she mostly just encouraged me.

Then, watching me, she became intent in her gaze.  I felt like I had a Hazard Light on, or something.
"Will this yellow go with the rose gold?" I asked.

She stared at me.

Image result for images of jewelry in a storequartsoft

Then she patted my hand.
 "It's ok, Honey.  You've lived your stories.  You can now wear anything you want."

If I were quick witted, which I am not anymore, I would have said, "Good grief, I just lived another little story, and Sweetie, you are the star in it."

I did buy what I wanted, since it doesn't matter anymore whether I'm put together right or not.
Unless I need to fool a cop.

Like I said, it wasn't my best afternoon.
Hoping yours is better,