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…but.

I’m at the Life Review.  (You’ll get your chance.)  In mere MOMENTS, every single act, and thought I EVER did and had was all around me, as if happening for the first time!  And yet, the entire thing happened so FAST, it was over before my brain could register it.  But I remembered it all!

As if that wasn’t strange enough, I saw things as if I was on the receiving end of things I had said and done.  To me it seemed like the effects were amplified somewhat.  It’s that or…some of the things I had said…cut to the bone?  Or were those “recipients” just (too) “sensative”?  …No, that was not the answer.

I would come to a place, in this…thought stealing review, that I would feel I needed to…defend my actions.  Over and over I would begin by saying, “yeah, but”…and that would be the end of the moment, moving on to the next.  After this had occured several times, I realized that my “yeah, but” “explanation” carried no weight.  It wasn’t that it was a “lie”, more like…you should have known better, AND WOULD HAVE, if truly coming from a place of love!

There it is…the “afterlife’s” standards for admission, and now you know, when your turn comes, that “but.” is always the end of the sentence.

 

How to Stop the Escalation

Who hasn’t run into a situation where there are several people having a conversation.  They may be talking about…….politics, or how to raise children, or some such.The conversation becomes “heated”, verging on argument.  Most folks that find themselves in this position have come to the point where, knowing minds probably won’t be changed, today, they work on winding down the situation, agreeing to disagree (and, probably go home and apply a little of what they heard!).  What is the alternative?

With  topics that mean so much to a person, such as these, it is awful easy to go too far.  First, it becomes yelling.  Throw in a couple belly bumps.  Add a push, here and there.  What’s next?  Yep, somebody swings.  One swings, so the other takes a swing.  Throw in a bystander, or two, and we have a party, of the heinous variety.  Maybe, somebody dies.  So somebody else, from the opposing faction, has to die, right?  Where does this end?  DOES this end?

All this was able to be “easily” avoided by just winding down the situation, each person still feeling correct, but “living” with it, accepting things as they are, for now, but working for change.  Instead of focusing on who had received the last beating, or insult, or even death, there needs to be an agreement that the only way to stop this “thing” is to just STOP NOW.  It seems it’s the only way to prevent an (inevitable?) escalation, when discord begins.  If it NOW works for conversation, it can be made to apply to WAR!  If no one cares about the lives saved, think about the MONEY SAVED!  Everyones’ standard of living goes up, if there’s no war.  Hello?

How to Make a Miracle

There once was a family of three.  One child is all there would be.  As one might imagine, this situation made that one child extra special, in the eyes of the parents.  Naturally.

The child was still a toddler when it was discovered that heart surgery would soon be needed.

To make a long (and agonizing) story short, the little legs on this darling would no longer function, afterward.

Doctors and nurses would come in every hour or two, checking blood pressure, giving medicine, poking, prodding…yes, the full treatment….hoping, and watching for any sign of return of function.  Hours go by, then days.  The first few hours would be their best hope.  If not hours, there is still hope for many days.

Days turn into weeks.  One week…still hope.  Two weeks, a little less hope.  After three weeks, they’re moving into “forget it land”.  You know the place.  It’s where even the “powers that be” agree to purchase a teeny tiny wheelchair for the three year old parapalegic.  The tiny, folding chair made it so weekends at home were finally possible.

Somehow, life must go on.  Sure, you might forget your name most of the time….but….  So it’s week three, week four, week five.  Who knows what day it is…..  Another weekend, and another trip home.

Packing up, getting ready for the hour long ride home.  Oh, visitors come, just as it is time to leave.  The mother strikes up a conversation, for a few minutes.  The father sits, in a daze…a fog….the twilight zone!  (After all, he IS the one that gave the go ahead.) Every waking (and otherwise) moment is spent trying to maximize the chances of recovery, in any way, to any degree possible.

Having thought, and planned, and investigated everything that anyone mentioned that might help, what is left?  Only…..a miracle.  Sure, like these people deserve a miracle!?  Uh huh…….  Well…what do they have to lose?

Dad begins to talk to God (a lot of people call it “praying”), silently.  Nothing happens, surprise!  With a clear mind, he continues to “speak”, and seek.  He feels the need to lay his hands on the affliction, though he is absolutely against “hocus pocus”.

Now attempting to…transmit…some of his strength to those legs, thoughts run wild!  Thoughts of, what will these people think, if they see what is going on over here.  Nobody does, so continue.  Why would this work??  This can’t work (now, here)”, he thinks.  Then it begins….why NOT now?  why NOT here?!  Why NOT for this innocent child?!  A wave of…….anything is possible….came over him.

Yes, why NOT.  Well…………………what if, with functioning legs, something worse ends up happening?  Who IS this guy who thinks he knows better than the Almighty, what is best for this child?!!  So he backs off his request, and asks for whatever it is that He (the Almighty) wants for this little life, fully knowing it may mean giving up a miracle.

Finally, someone notices dads hands on the legs.  “What are you doing?”.  “Nothing”.  They all leave.

One hour later, back home…..a fresh set of clothes will feel more “homey”.  WHAT’S THIS?!!  Toes move!!  Feet slightly move!!  They were checked minutes before leaving the hospital, an hour before!!  That’s ALL that happens, but still………….  After five weeks….checked continually, day and night, by professionals, and this one hour is when this happened???

Once again, yes, this was us/me, the dad.   And the debate begins.

The one thing that comes to mind, after YEARS of contemplation, as far as an “answer” goes is, “Your faith has healed you”.  Jesus wasn’t healing that person, they touched HIM, and were healed!  What He said makes me think…..

Then, there was Jesus telling  His followers, they would do things greater than He himself did!  What do these things mean?

I KNOW what I think it means……..   It appears that EVERYONE has this available.  How do we qualify for this power?  THAT I don’t know.

What, Again, is Life About?

A lot of folks seem to think, as I once did, that life is a test.  That may be the wrong way to look at it.

Opportunity, that is what life is.  OK, it’s an opportunity….for what?  Is it just an opportunity for God to get all bug-eyed, watching us flounder, counting each transgression (like Scrooge would count his pence), waiting for the day of the big filet?  Eh?

Who’s heard of, “you can’t earn your way to Heaven”, you?  It’s because there’s…”purchasing” involved, where “a savings account”  is a more appropriate description…..less entitlement, more…seeking….and “saving”….. all things good, and proper, with Love…and, therefore, the approval of the powers that be, besides a just reward.  We need to be good/do good because we want to, not because it “pays”.  That kind of “pay” does not convert to Heavens currency!

Remember the story, something about, burning off the chaff from a harvest….  I’m guessing that is more than a fair description.  God hates sin, right?  Then why would He want to look at it?!  Burn it off, look at what’s left.  For some folks, that doesn’t leave much.  It would not be cool for God to ask for his magnifying glass, to see what’s left over from the burn, when looking me over, I know that much.

For some, God will look at the pile…it’s so big….and bright (because of the blazing light, coming from Him, reflecting off the “gold” (“savings”) pile).  Yes, that is what I want…..  A big smile on the face of the Almighty.

Who IS “Mr. Big”?

Let’s think about this a moment…………

Are all the people who don’t accept our deity going to eternal damnation?  Yes?  Really??  Is that because our religious leaders said so, or because…..those other peoples’ love somehow doesn’t count?!  Not bloody likely!

You know, even the followers of Jesus said he was the SON of God, not GOD.  Couldn’t the people now in Heaven be called SONS (and daughters!) of God.  They don’t all become sons of God the minute they step through the “pearly gates”.  They were already sons of God before they “died”!  That’s why they are now in Heaven.

So, who’s to say that, the persons’ whose teachings were the Light in our life, won’t meet us when life is over?  Not me!  With that said, WHO did I see?  Let me tell you something about HOW and WHO…….

The life review of every second of my life is over.  Suddenly, in a different…..area (a room, but not a room(?)), standing, looking at the floor.  “Why am I standing looking at the floor?”, I wonder.  Then it comes to me…..there’s a light that’s in front of me…it’s unbelievably bright!  Then it occurs to me, where I MUST be.  “This is just like the olden days, when people went before the king……….and, if I am where I think I am, this is the King of Kings!”  It’s  at this point that “every knee shall bow”, believe it!

Having been a relatively strong physical specimen, falling to my knees shouldn’t be possible.  Oh, it’s possible.  Fighting it all the way, eventually my head is sideways on the floor, because FACE to the floor was not low enough (!!).

Hey, this may be the only chance to see the face of the One in the light.  For one thing, the One WAS the Light!  “The face, the face, I’ve GOT TO SEE!!”  I used every single ounce of strength in me….the light did not hurt the eyes…the light was…. LOVE.  Explain that, eh!  Then the face came into view……….it was………………………………………………………………..Jesus!  Not like any picture from before, or since, but it was clear who He was.

I was shown the future,and I was not there.  The family was devastated….I had to go back.  No trip back down the tunnel (maybe a pit?), then, POOF, and back I am.

In addition, my understanding of “no religion is just right”, but, “most have the correct intent” leaves me thinking………… WHO WILL meet the rest of the world?  That is one answer not received….I know what I believe, but this I can’t testify to.

Is Life Just “a Test”?

Life is not test. For years it seemed like it was.  What the death experience showed was that we can’t “earn” our way to Heaven.

Like an investor who sees an opportunity that he missed, who says he would have done this, or would have done that, if he’d have been there……it needs to be SEEN what he would have done!  Are we choosing to be helpful and loving (simply because it’s the right thing to do), or do we fall short, doing things for show, or maybe “brownie points”?  After all, this is Heaven we’re talking about.  If the riff raff gets in, heaven ceases to be Heaven.

Everyone claims to love justice, but do they treat people justly? Everyone would like to think they love “love”, and are loving…….this life is where that can be shown to be true.

On the playground, the trouble-making kid thinks that all the playground monitors are focused on catching a trouble-maker. The rest of the kids know the monitors are there to keep kids safe, and aren’t there for the sole purpose of watching a, so-called, trouble-maker.  It’s all a matter of how you look at it.  Life is not a test. This is…….the opportunity of a lifetime.

Remember, it’s not that “God” is waiting for us to falter, so He can kick us when we’re down (forever).  Perfect and Simple justice would dictate that we get the opportunity to kick ourselves!

Which Religion is the RIGHT Religion?

This question has been pondered at one time or another, by most folks searching for the “truth”.   After all, who wants to have been serving the wrong purpose, all their lives?  (Not to mention that, having made such a big “mistake”, you’ll look like an idiot, when you’re standing before God!)  The Kid with a thousand questions was no different.

The answer  was rather surprising, and completely unexpected.   The answer is…….   No religion is the right religion.  Of all the religions in the world, NONE, ZERO are “just right”!  Many of them have the right idea, but have one, or more, fairly major flaws.   In this case, there were no names given, as to which is the “best/most correct/worthy”.

Flaws?  The biggest problem with religion is thinking that our own is the ONLY way to get to heaven!  This often leads to arguments, fights, and even wars.  It’s CRAZY!!  Assuming we can all agree that “love”, for everyone, in every situation, is the path to a blissful afterlife, why are believers driven APART, when it should draw us together!!?  I don’t get it……

As far as lifestyle goes, way too much importance, time, and, especially, money is wasted on buildings.  What can we say, standing before God, accounting for our actions, “but, we had such a nice building.”?!   Buildings, and “stuff”…like fancy clothes bought to wear to that building are a waste of resources.  Did people like Jesus, need a building, or fancy duds?  There are people starving to death!  Obviously, no one understands that…we are ALL ONE!  That person dying of starvation is your mom, dad, brother, or sister!  You might just as well kill them outright, and spare them some suffering!!  ……..I can’t talk about this more, now.  It’s tearing my guts out!

So, what makes a religion “worthy”?  You may have guessed, it’s…Love.  Not talking about it, not debating it…doing it.

How can there ever be lasting peace?

Where there is love and true justice, peace comes easy.

Think about the person you love the most in the whole world (maybe that is yourself). THAT is love, and everyone should be treated as if they ARE that favorite person. Does that seem not enough? Then treat everyone as if they are God.

As far as justice is concerned….good luck getting THAT in life!  But after life, justice is absolute…AB-SO-fricking-LUTE!!  It’s, also, PERFECT.  Explain perfect?  Whatever a person does to another person, they may as well be doing it to themselves!  The rolls are reversed, where there is perfect justice.  Example?  I scream at you, “You are so stupid, and I can prove it!”  Well, I just signed up to be screamed at, probably for eternity, and, all the while, during that time, realizing just exactly how stupid I truly was to have gotten myself here/there, by treating someone else so lousy!!  Perfect Justice.

So……you want peace, treat “yourself” (everyone!) well!

The Answer to the Thousand Questions

Who knows why some people have experienced death and live to tell about it.  How are these people chosen, or is it random?  Does a person have to be special in some way to have a near death experience?  Is God real? Which religion is the correct religion?  Will there ever be Justice?  Does it hurt when you die?

These are just a very few of the questions that I always wondered about.  I swore I would do ANYTHING to know the answers to “a thousand” questions.  ANY THING.  When there was no answer, I swore I would wait as long as it took.  Not even knowing what to expect an answer to look like, or define, I would be anxiously patient.    Patience isn’t easy at age 14!   It took “forever” for “something” to happen……yeah…..three years is ALL!   It changed EVERYTHING.

While strolling through the park one day, yes it’s true.  It was August, alright?.  My brother, Angelboy, and I were walking past Ronald Reagans’ (and most of my families’) high school.   I don’t even remember the subject, but he said something about “death”, and how it was scary, when……

All this…information…and…memories GUSHED into my head, at a speed my “self” couldn’t possibly keep up with!!  The memories were so…indescribable…huge…beyond words, that it took a couple years just to verbalize a rough outline of that moment/event.  Peace?  PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEACE!!!!  No worries?  As if worries were never invented!!!!   I eventually came across the words, “a strangely compressed movie” to describe “It”….it included… a life review.

This “movie”/life review took, how long?  Maybe two seconds, and every second of my life had been looked at (by all of Heaven, and me).  It gets worse.  Every thought, every reasoning, every motive was seen…crystal clearly.  Every single one!!  Once I was put in “the moment”, I REMEMBERED thinking this and that!!  I would be trying to “explain” to the reviewers…I’d get as far as, “But…..”, but there is no “but” big enough to mask the truth.  That’s all I got out, “But,”, “But”, “But”.  That was not a great image builder.  Now, YOU tell ME, how does all that happen in two seconds?

While “there” I had realized (and how can THIS be?), there is NO time…time does not exist.   THAT is how there is a “forever”!!!  I know it as fact.  Explain how it’s possible?  NO chance.  But, now I understand!

OK.  In the name of not going over the same information all over the place, I’ll skip forward to when…..

I understand I must return to life in this world.  My “essence” is drawing me toward the “exit”.  Then I realize, “Last chance!!!  Should I say (what I’m thinking)…YES!!”.  I say, “but I have a thousand questions!”.  The response?  “You will have the answer to your thousand questions.”   YEA!!  Whoopee!!  Now I get to stay!!!  WRONG.  I get a brief sense of falling and POOF, I’m back into this life.  What a rip off!

The thing that has worked best for me, in order to remember an answer (complete with the reasons WHY, many of which I couldn’t possibly know), was, being asked a question.  I know this sounds goofy (too) but, there would be the “perfect and SIMPLE” answer, that I’m not smart enough to come up with…..proof in itself.

So I started a list.  The list was approaching 300 answers when something happened.  It was a “miracle”, in my estimation.

A friend and I were playing pool (very, very well).  We’re talking about my long-standing feeling that making this list was a waste of time, and that there could be as few as one answer to my thousand questions.  There’s a knock on the door.  An acquaintance comes in.  He has just one minute, but had new pictures of his daughter to show off.

This could be saving you years and years of pondering…….

The man shows us the pictures…….he says……….”I sure…..”  I saw it coming!!!!!  By the time he said, “…do…”,  I hollered out, “LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, at the same time he said “love her”!  They all thought I’d lost it, but……. I had just GOTTEN it!!!  I’m making a list, to make sure I get my one thousand answers, when ONE WORD answers every question!!!  Wow, did I feel tiny (but happy!).

(Did anybody else realize something that had bothered me for years?!  “Answer” to a thousand questions, He said.  The word “answer”, in the phrase “you will have the answer…”, is singular!  For YEARS, beforehand, I had told anybody who would listen, that phrase, IN THE SINGULAR tense!!)

Love.  A work in progress.

The Answer to the 1000 Questions.

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The kid who still has a thousand questions is in shock. WHAT JUST HAPPENED??!! Wide awake, with a trustworthy brother as a “witness”……(nicknamed “Angelboy” his entire childhood)…. this didn’t happen, did it? What about the knowledge, that people normally don’t have, that remains after this experience?
This next bit is great!
Not knowing the reason for this type of experience the kid formulates a test. The test? List the 1000 questions that, presumably, The Almighty, personally, said the kid would have the ANSWER to. If there aren’t a thousand, maybe the experience had been….something else, and/or not real. No, it was more real than life itself. So, the list is started. The list to test God…. Yeah.
It takes very little time to come up with a good sized list. The kid counts…it’s over 100. While very impressive, the change in ONE DAY, it is not 1000.
The list of answered questions continues to grow as the days pass. Soon it tops 200, and climbing fast. Anybody can see at this point that, given time enough, 1000 answers could be doable!  The kid won’t be cheated by God after all, surprise!  The list is abandoned. This was not the proof, the “miraculous” proof that would say, “yes, it was real”, or even, “Guess again”. One must be patient.
Life goes on….with a singular focus in the back of your mind….and a feeling that “the List” had been constructed wrong. It was “too full”….too full? There were less than 300 on the list of answered questions, what happens when there are a thousand!  Maybe it could be preferable to make a list, numbered one to 1000, then, use 2-3 words to describe each of the 1000. No, that is still “too full”. Say what? That’s it.
Life goes on. The question remains, too full, too full, too full. There is no explanation for it, but, it seemed that, by adding one word to the majority of the 1000 lines, most of the rest would be unnecessary. Say what?
Time goes by (irretrievably).
A year or more since the original list was begun, two friends were speaking about the, seemingly, nonsensical “problem” concerning “too full”. The words were spoken, “it seems like it could be boiled down to….needing one word….”
“Knock, knock.” A visitor is at the door. “No time to stay”, but he talks proudly of his young children. He is proud and happy to be a father. He begins to say, “I really……” , BUT, he’s interrupted by the kid….the one with a thousand questions. A loud voice says, “LOVE!!!! LOVE!!!!! Love is the answer to every (practical) question!!!” The visitor thought the kid had lost it…until they talked, and agreed, love is the answer to at least ONE THOUSAND(+) questions.
Recap: Kid won’t be “happy” until God proves he’s there. Kid gets “proof”. Not good enough, you lie, there are possibly not 1000 answers……….besides, they came too slow to be real, ALSO,….. Ooops. One word…answered…the…1000 questions………..all at once………………………………………………………………………