How interesting. It went through to Muench-kin. Very well, to all.
Well, in parting dearG-Hunk, I must say that if normal e-mail is
beyond you, and you can only dribble words meaninglessly
for an unknown audience, then thou indeed art more shallow than
I dreamed. I find it all, like 'Sprokets' on SNL, so .....tedious. What a sadness that you might not know what Sprokets was. Perhaps you don't. Let me explain.
Mike Myers would come out like an ultra zonked out, semi cross-dressing European, in this case German, with the German accent, and that alone was enough to put you on the floor, but it was the nuance, the grimace, the dialogue that undoubtedly Myers wrote--and Myers I LOVE!!!!!--and they would take the non-speak going nowhere intelligencia to its most absurd limit, and being a George Washington University grad--who took NO ELECTIVES--a word dazzler from my 17th years-- I took such
unmitigated joy in Sprokets that I got to point where you don't laugh, you're just kind of paralyzed and your stomach hurts
That was fun, and I wish he would still do it. But in the real, out of Sprokets, it is tedious, and my attention span is too short to have ever been able to stand much of it. Without my time alone I could never have been a god-tripper, and the verbal dribble of the others would have put me back in the world chasing sin. I say this in all love, G-hunk. After all, isn't this where we let it all hang out there in the breeze for all to gawk at and dissect?
I politely leave you to contemplating the chair across the room and all those things that bring such intense happiness that the joys of it have been rapturously reported in song, verse and poem for centuries. (....huh? It hasn't? Oh.)
As for dead, may I make one parting comment here. There is one
way into earth, the path of birth, and humans leap for joy and go nuts for months each time this thing occurs. Provided of course it was done with some sort of Godly order.
And then there is death, and it is the birth into heaven. It is the only way for humans to get there, except for 3 exceptions in 6,000 years, --and fables of the 35,000 year old Baba somehting in the jungle that unfortunately never comes out to steal food so noone has ever seen him, but are of course SURE he's there.3.
But otherwise, it is a birth, except not through a woman's body, which is really not that exciting to me, being a
woman, as it seems to be to men, who like to watch, but through some entrance which will probably be much like a gate. Maybe just like a gate, who knows. Maybe at the end of the tunnel of light
there is a gate, just like we imagine. But instead of doctors and
other assorted visitors there are is another welcoming committee.
I think I saw it in Spirit, but I might actually have just been having a moment of excellent imagination, but I believe I got the idea, and it was very wondrous. It is just like birth there, but more wildly attended.
The Lord as recorded in scripture, which is the story of God, period, assured people that there is no death for the believer-- as
we simply step out of this "thing", whether it is something we're not yet ready to leave, or more than grateful to leave, either one. And of course the other side agrees, claiming astral projection and believing it, while at the same time denouncing astrally projecting on to Heaven as a foolish childs's fable. (Tsk, tsk, Croc.)
He said there is one death here, the death of the 'old man' in which we once lived. We are born into a new person which seemed to have been here all the time but apparently now walks in a parallel dimension of time and space, happier and more protected than the rest. That is the born-again here, in the same flesh.. That person never dies, as it is written. But at the appointed time step out and continues.
But the others who have NOT died here already, do get the experience of death for real, I believe. Ao, if you all so desire to stay among them that unfortunately is your total Free Will choice. And there are millions and millions, so of course it is a large crowd at all times which should comfort you.
Shalom, saint-like and precious soul that he is ,will speak scripture to you until his body falls to the ground of pure exhaustion. I myself am a guerrila fighter--perhaps priding myself in being one of the elite. But
guerillas are trained to hit and run, leaving mop up to the ground troops which usually takes place for years and years, sometimes days and days, if God so wills, but more often years and years. And, sadly, never. But we try.
What do you expect from the daughter of a Green Beret? Nothing less, I hope.
So, now I obey Luke 59-60, and leave the offer open. If you don't want the coupon, leave it in a laundromat........ :)
Fondly to all,
Grace (my real name) |
