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Most of the time Victory means getting what you want.

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Neon…Questions…

Do Something Great neon signWhat is ‘something great,’ and who defines the word great?  What’s great to one person, may not be great to another.  It’s weird, but everything is like that.  Definitions are…pliable.  They bend and stretch, sometimes in order to cover lots of very bad and hateful things.

Definitions also change as time goes on.  Words can become so over used, they are almost meaningless.  Take the definition of  awesome, for example.  Nowadays, everything is awesome. Gum, shoes, the end of the world, having a good pizza, pretty much anything at all…can be awesome.

Definitions are just one more reason we don’t always understand what other people are saying…and vice versa.  Nothing on this planet is here to make things easy.  Nothing at all.  Everything here is set up to make things as difficult as possible.  Sometimes even impossible…there’s a lot of that here.  A lot.

 

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Love…Definitions.

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there are as many definitions of
LOVE
as there are people
and no two definitions are alike
I knew I was in love
when he walked into my life
and everyone else
simply
disappeared

 

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Definitions…

It has been said that the definition of insanity is: is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.

I think the definition of insanity is: spending endless amounts of money and the lives of one generations after another, fixing the problems we constantly create ourselves.  

Okay, so…

I was looking at my PBS TV Guide to see if anything exciting was on tonight.  Father Brown is on at seven.  The episode is about the death of a WANTON woman.

I looked the word up, just to see how the dictionary defined it, and men are not mentioned once.  Apparently, only women can be immodest and promiscuous.  So many labels are used to control women’s behavior, and keep them in line.

Apparently, guys who are immodest and promiscuous are called, men.

 

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Definition…

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Sacrifice…

noun

an act of slaughtering an animal or person or surrendering a possession as an offering to God or to a divine or supernatural figure: they offer sacrifices to the spirits | the ancient laws of animal sacrifice.

• an animal, person, or object offered in a sacrifice.

• an act of giving up something valued for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy: we must all be prepared to make sacrifices.

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Whether it’s a noun or a verb it’s all about killing animals and people for god…so many definitions about SACRIFICING for god.  Gag.

I don’t believe in sacrifice.  Here’s why.  If I do something for someone/some thing, I’m glad to do it, or I wouldn’t be doing it.

Killing animals as a sacrifice, instead of caring for animals and loving them, is what religions do and teach.  Same with killing people.  How’s that FOR TWISTED LOGIC.  Religion is a hateful and deadly thing.  Everything about it is concerned with death, murder, sacrifice and blood.  The death, murder, sacrifice and blood of OTHERS, not the people in charge, of course.  Never them.

This is why the world is so SCREWED UP.  Everything is BACKWARD.  Egomaniacs run the government and the church.  Both are willing to kill for themselves.  Neither sacrifices anything for anyone else but they constantly calls on OTHERS to do the SACRIFICING.

KILLING FOR SACRIFICE IS ALWAYS WRONG!  Sacrificial lambs…WRONG.  Sacrificing life for unfair and unjust wars…WRONG.  Sacrificing others for greed…WRONG.

They never teach the LOVING AND CARING FOR ANYTHING, which is never sacrificialSACRIFICE is all about  killing, death, greed and ego.  How can you sacrifice anything for those you care about or things you care about?  Anything done with good intention is never a sacrifice.

Even the god people believe in, “SACRIFICED” his only son.  Why didn’t he die in his place? Why did he send his kid there instead of going himself?   Always good questions.  I would die to save my kids…always.  When my son was dying I would have done ANYTHING to change places with him, so would my husband.  But not god.  Nope, he sends his kid to die and stays nice and safe on his cloud somewhere.  Even religious stories are twisted.  Dead kids, torture, dead lambs and rapist priests.  See, they try and tell you the love is IN the dying/death…it’s not.  That’s just another lie. To the church and government sacrifice means to SACRIFICE everyone but themselves.  

When I was in Rome, and the pope was waving from his tiny window, telling EVERYONE ELSE TO GIVE MORE TO OTHERS, they were having  gazillion dollar show of precious gems and gold in one of the churches.  Just a few of the articles the catholic church owns but doesn’t melt down TO GIVE MORE TO OTHERS, but instead hoards for themselves. There was a fee to get into the rooms to SEE THE MONEY THEY KEPT FROM FOR THEMSELVES.  What a joke that was.  Bulletproof car?  I bet that cost a lot of money, money that could have fed the poor, but wait, the pope was in his window, telling the poor to sacrifice so they could give more money to the poor and to the church, so that HE could have more, without giving anything.

Some parents use the word sacrifice to guilt their kids into doing things.  That’s blackmail.  If people are worried about what they’re giving up, or about outcomes, then it’s better not to give, or do anything at all.  It’s too expensive for the person who is on the receiving end.  Guilt is an ugly and disgusting thing.  Sacrifice is too.

Sacrifices always have an undertone of selfishness and power over others.  It’s a really a bad thing.  The church and government try to turn sacrifice into something people get points for but that’s not true. That’s manipulation and brainwashing.  People often feel self-righteous because of what they believe they have given up, or sacrificed, for others.  That’s a joke, you know that don’t you?  Ego and power, that’s what it’s really about.

If people feel as if they are sacrificing anything for someone, or some thing, they need to think about what they’re doing and who they’re doing it to and for.   Giving something freely is never a sacrifice.

Hey, I’m just sayin’.

Compassion…

compassion
is something we
turn on and off

self proclaimed
compassionate people
can be compassionate
now and then
when it’s convenient
or when it suits their needs

certain people are compassionate
to people of their own color
but not to others
compassionate to
one or two women
but not to others
compassionate to their companion animals
but not to the suffering of others

compassion
has a switch
that can be flipped
whenever people
don’t care
or whenever their
prejudices
or personal feelings
get in the way*

to me
that means
compassion exists
on a limited basis
because it’s selective

*If I saw a hunter attacked by an animal he was trying to kill…I would be okay with that and walk away.  My compassion would always be on the side of the animal.  I would stand in front of the deer, if I had to.  One less hunter would mean more live deer.  That’s a win for lots of other deer the guy might kill.  I wouldn’t have a drop of compassion for the hunter.  Just like rapists.  Get rid of one and you save a lot of women.

We all take sides in this kind of world, where bad things happen and there is hatred and killing.  We have to take sides, or the bad guys win and you can tell who the bad guys are…by the trail of violence, misery, lies, destruction and dead bodies they leave behind.

 

What if…

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What if we’re all dead.  Seriously, we can’t prove that we aren’t, except by our own made up definition of what death is.  We have no idea what death is, remember.  So, here’s the thing:  what if we are dead and when we leave here…we’re actually BORN into an actual ‘life,’ or whatever it is?  There is no possible way to know if what happens to us when we exit, isn’t a million times better than what’s happening here.  With all the violence, brutality, destruction and hatred, how can we possibly believe that THIS is the best thing going?  We can’t.  No one can.

What we consider to be life, could simply be a ‘Waiting Room,’ where we stay, until we can finally get to where we want to go.  These are valid thoughts.  Just because they aren’t mainstream doesn’t mean they don’t matter.  We have no idea what’s going on, so this is just one more way to think about what we call life and death.

Perhaps, when someone we love dies, we should be having a huge party, because that person is free and on the way to something wonderful.  Instead of mourning, we should be celebrating that person’s release from the ‘waiting room.’

I think we need to rethink everything.  We are far too accepting of ideas that other people hand to us.  We have been brainwashed and manipulated into believing that someone actually knows what’s going on when they have absolutely no clue, just like the rest of us. We need to ask more questions.  A lot more questions.  We have to stop believing the misinformation, lies and insanity that we have been force fed from the beginning.

We do NOT know what happening, we have simply agreed to act as if we do.  If we start admitting that we don’t know anything…I think there might be a chance that we can look at everything in new ways, rather than be blinded by ‘the way things have always been.’  That’s the way it’s always been done, is real death…death of intellect, spirit and wonder.  Blind acceptance, IS a form of what we call death.  So turn things upside down and shake them.  See what you come up with.  Don’t throw out ideas just because the aren’t familiar, or because they don’t fit neatly into the status quo.  The status quo and the way things have always been done are prisons.  Look at everything…then revise, edit, and begin again.  Hey, I’m just sayin’.

What if…

What if everyone is perfect, just not when they’re around anyone else?  Maybe all of our perfects don’t go together with the perfects of others.  Perhaps we clash in our perfectness.

Or, what if no one is perfect?  How would we know?  What if perfect doesn’t exist? Anyone who writes definitions has their own world view, backed by their own personal experience, so any definition would be null, void and imperfect, right?  The definition in the dictionary is LONG but it doesn’t actually say what perfect IS.  The gymnasts get 10s, 7s, and 2s all at the same time.  Only one judge sees “perfect,” the others do not.

To me, perfect just means we like someone, or some thing, so it’s perfect to/for us personally, because no one knows what perfect really is.  What’s perfect to one of us, isn’t perfect to another because there is no such thing as perfect, except on an individual basis.

We use the word perfect a LOT…someone says, “they’re perfect for each other,” while the  people next to them, are thinking they’ll last six months together, tops and I think he was making out with the maid of honor before the bride arrived (I have seen that happen).  The perfect meal for many but the vegan at the other end of the table is pushing her plate full of dead animals away from her and trying not to gag.  Well, there are a million examples of how we use the word but you know what I mean.  Perfect, is in the eye of the beholder and there is no definition that could possible cover all of us.  Because perfect, like almost everything else, is whatever we say/think it is.

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