We have spoken of mud and in an upcoming post we shall be addressing racial categories. At this time the writing involves reporting on these things.
We will speak about the National Basketball Association and the secret white supremacists of Belleville. What a great time to be alive.
Sitting alone or with friends, one cannot deny that thirst to express. The expression of writing. That is what we are writing about. Mud.
Here is a link to Aish HaTorah and one to the Seventh Day Adventists. Check these sites out. They are fab!
By the way, a Seventh Day Adventist named Kelly told me about how cruel God was to those that do not follow his orders. She described Hell in graphic detail. I was 5 years old. It was cool because it happened according to God’s will. I am still freaked out about it 45 years later!
Eating the strange mud
Communication, Religion, Seventh Day Adventists, Suffering, Writing, aish hatorah
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First you have to understand my view which is that almost everybody is only semiconscious and to a great degree selfish and mostly self interested.
Relationships are worth nothing without a mutual commitment to growth. But when friends try to deal with a breakup they usually make things worse. They don’t always know what to do so they generally take the easy way out.
More mud… Emotions and egoistic thinking muddy a break up and lead to unclear waters.
Mud Mud Mud (Shake Your Belly)
Stir your ego in the warm wet mud
Shake your belly
Drop your jewelry in the mud
Shake your belly
Not in the traditional way mud mud mud
All over your belly
Not in the way your aunts and uncles expect mud mud
Hide your belly
Make a cake with your verbal mud mud mud
Move your belly
Bake something with your mind mud mud
Pat your belly
Why do I speak of this?
I am not very proud
The mud was in the brain
My voice a little loud
She hung up the phone
She muddy muddy muddy
She flavoured the bone
She muddy muddy muddy
A mild commitment to writing a post every week I guess.
Oh I do have something to write about but why should I drag a body through the mud?
Fun
We had
But now I am a racist
According to a fascist
Mud, mud, mud
So what is there to tell anybody?
Listen to your first instinct. Don’t get involved.
Here is a spiritual adage offering
I like it and think it is true. It is also reasonably original.
There is only one way to change because the ego makes change impossible. Keep your heart open for a miracle. Why a miracle? Because miracles are impossible. So allow for the impossible to become possible. From the sayings of Martin Goldstein.
Spiritual Ad Age
Psychology, Spirituality, Writing
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