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Ergggh.....why are men so moody? [Jul. 31st, 2006|11:34 am]
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Okay not all men....but my man. He goes through these moods where he doesn't want to talk to anyone not even me! Which...of course bothers me because then I get to thinkin' he's up to no good.

He's been under some stress, but I wish he would just talk to me about it. I feel like he's putting a wall up again and he's pushing me to the side. He's been busy at work, trying to get his house refinanced and making his divorce official....so yeah.... I know that's probably it but sometimes I feel self-conscious about myself and begin to wonder if he has found someone else.

He already told me he's not marrying me or anyone ever again. Which kind of through me for a loop since we had talked about marriage a few months ago. I don't want it to happen like right now this minute, but he knows that I wanted to find stability in my life and perhaps start another family. He wanted all that too and now he doesn't it want it. Oh it's nice that he told me now....that I am totally in love with him. Communication problems...yes...that's it.

ERRGGHH.....sometimes I feel he takes me for granted. Case in point....he needs to straighten up his house before the appraiser comes to look at the house for the refinancing. I volunteer to help him out on our date night which is every Friday. So I come over and scrub the toilet, the tub, sweep and mop the floors, vacuum and washed the dishes. So around 6pm he's still not home and I call him...yeah he's at the bar with his friend Mike. "Why don't you come over and join us?" Sure....okay. I went there we hung out and we went home to watch movies and he passes out on the couch as usual. But you know what...he's going to buy me dinner for my hard work!!!! Yeah...not! I told him I would prefer the showed me he loved me and I would be happy.

Sorry...I had to vent out and had now where else to write this .....any suggestions or comments?
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Wattagoob's Day (and Tabby's) [Jul. 20th, 2006|07:58 am]
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[mood |draineddrained]
[music |Some Gregorian chant, I suppose...]

A moment of silence for Wattagoob. There, that's enough!
I know I will have reservations about someone slicing down there when it is my time. Fortunately, my voice has already changed.
My perfect scenario here would be for Wattagoob to be on the table, and Edward Scissorhands walks in wearing a lab coat. Ouch! It hurts to even joke like that.

Take care! Everything will be alright.
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Alright, enough. Different subjects! [Jun. 28th, 2006|01:31 am]
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[mood |annoyedannoyed]

It has come to my attention that folks here are becoming uncomfortable, and I don't like that one bit. NO ONE is supposed to be uncomfortable here. I made this as a way of coming together for a select few to learn from and about each other and our own selves.

So, for the time being, I am asking everyone to get away from the subject of religion in here. Let it cool down for a while. It's getting too heated and I'm not gonna allow that. Any further postings or comments by anyone on religion will be subject to deletion with extreme predjudice for a week or two, or until everyone is comfy again.

I'm sorry to be this way, but when folks I respect and care about (everyone here) are uncomfortable I am not happy, so forgive me.

How about some discussions on the possibilities of the time-space continuum, or the paradoxes of time-traveling and meeting yourself? :D

C'mon people, let's see your academic sides!

(Edit: next morning after a bit of sleep) Ogman made a good point, so disregard the threat of deletion. That was a knee jerk reaction on my part, and I apologize to everyone.
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I understand now [Jun. 28th, 2006|02:14 am]
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[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |Let It Be, The Beatles]

While laying on my bed now, it occurred to me that I made a critical error in my journaling, and in my engagement of others within the the community. I have been challenging you about your beliefs, and yet it was not supposed to be this way.
The burden was to be on Wattagoob. He had challenged me, saying he wanted to debate me on the topic of God. My mistake was in taking an offensive approach, and responding to everyone's beliefs instead of waiting for him to engage me. For this oversight on my part, I will be answering the annoyed retorts of a few of you upon my return from Minnesota.
The odd thing is, I have only gotten responses to forays I made against the beliefs of others. No one has knocked my views unless I first knocked theirs. Two conclusions can be made from this: one, you don't like anyone knocking your views, whereas I welcome your questions. The evidence of this is in the tone of your responses to me and my commentaries; they are very defensive.
In some cases, your responses get a little flip.
The second conclusion I can draw from your responses is that I am doing all the work. Now, I don't mind it. I have a lot to learn from you, and yesterday's glimpse at what you wrote gave me great insight into your thought processes.
The simple fact of the matter is, you don't actually care what I believe, as long as I don't knock what you believe. Which makes me wonder why Wattagoob wanted to debate me in the first place.
This is a lose-lose situation. There are two sides here: mine and yours. I never wanted to have sides, but that's okay. My beliefs dictate that there will be differences.
So we will never agree, because I am rooted in what I believe (not what I want to believe- there is a difference) and you are rooted in our rights as individuals to believe whatever it is that we want to believe. It's a stalemate, me mateys!
I have a confession to make. I hate arguing! It drains me. And when it is five against one, then it is fives times as draining. Does it teach me anything? Yes.
It teaches me that when my book is published, only the people who are searching for what I have to say will read it. Only those who have read my book, or heard about it, will fill a hall to hear me speak. And all these other issues, though precious to us all, will not be a part of my dialogue until my next book on fathers is written and published, and when my third book on forgiveness (to forgive EVERYONE)is written and published.
When I return I will respond to everyone, tie up loose ends, and then wait for what was supposed to come from the beginning: a debate on God. By that time, though, will anyone even want to? I think we enjoy our songs a lot more...

Good Morning, Good Noon, and Good Night!
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AWESOME, Tabby! [Jun. 27th, 2006|06:51 pm]
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[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Incredible! This is what I am talking about. Please believe me, all of you precious people. I will respond as I can in the next day or so, but then I am going to Minnesota to look for work, and to see my family.
See, Tabby, I could go get coffee with you any day. Every day! I will answer you, and I may be able to do it tonight or tomorrow. But if I don't then, I will do it upon my return.

And, for the record, if I appear arrogant or condescending to any of you, my apologies. Everyone of you is training me to be more specific, to go deep, and to reference my statements.

I don't find, however, that you are doing the same for me. It's as if you want to prove me wrong, and not prove yourself right. What if you were alone in this world? To what lengths would you go to see if you knew what you were talking about?
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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2006|03:16 pm]
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[mood |chipperchipper]

A dissection of jsph's last entry, cas OMGeeeeeee its too long to post in comments! Whew!

I'm sorry jsph, but we differ quite a bitCollapse )
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The Sacred Feminine [Jun. 26th, 2006|01:50 am]
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[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

At Tabby's request:

There is an inscription on this photo above that reads,"Creating the world I want". I don't know why it didn't show up. I copied this photo from a "goddesss art" webpage.

The title speaks of everything I have run into as far as why people, women in particular" love the concept of goddess worship. Whereas I point to a specific reference point, the Bible, the ladies I have encountered speak only of how it fits with their life experiences, or how they enjoy the idea of a woman being the creator of all life.
They keep referencing this idea of creator, trying to fit it to themselves, but always fail when it comes to understanding that it is as impossible for a woman to create life as it is for a man. They stumble at this point.
And that is my point. Whether it is the myth of evolution, which to date has given us no example of a visible evolving of the species, most importantly man, or this idea of a woman being god, which also to date, has given us no documentation with which to reference their beliefs and no acts of creation in which their "creator" was recorded as having told them she was the creator.
Personal experiences have been mentioned, but I would say that just as a demon can (as recorded in the Bible) perform a miracle (the account of Jesus' temptations in the wilderness), so can a demon exact a supernatural experience on someone in such a way as to make that person believe the lie it is weaving.
The difference? An act outside of God's supervision will always be attributed to the person, not to be backed up by any of that god's canon (of which there is none).
With a miracle attributed to God, or the God of the Bible, He will get the glory.
Case in point, when I prayed for a woman to regain her sight many years ago. I prayed a simple prayer, and moved on to another person. It was a bit later, when the lady's granddaughter pulled me back to her, to exclaim that her grandma could read her watch. She had not been able to do that for a long, long time.
Not my doing, folks! And it's not something I have been involved in since, except in isolated cases.
This is something I hope to be a part of on a regular basis.
My son, as I have mentioned before, was three years old when he stuck his finger in the electrical socket (again!) and fell straight back onto the hard tile floor.
I had just been in a horrible argument with my wife, was not feeling a bit spiritual, when I heard her scream for me. When I rushed downstairs, my youngest son was laid before her on the rug, his head very misshaped, and his eyes staring blankly straight up.
Sheila was hysterical! Our other son, Micah, could only stand and stare in shock.
I grabbed Cody up in my arms and, despite the anger and guilt of our argument filling my head, prayed strongly in faith, rebuking the effects of the fall, and commanding healing into my son's body.
There was a blood clot forming visibly at the top of his head. His skull had obviously been fractured. He was crying so loudly as we rushed him to the emergency room.
As I held him, I sensed a calmness come over him. As Sheila sped down the road towards the hospital, Cody sat up in my arms and said he was feeling better. The clot at the top of his head was dissipating, and his head was returning back to its normal shape.
By the time we reached the emergency room, Cody was calm, feeling great, and talking when we rushed into the waiting room.
After examination, he was released. Nothing was wrong with him. But Sheila, Micah, and I know what happened. We were there. It should have been worse.
I'm not trying to force my religion on anyone. But to "create a world I want" instead of taking the one God created for me means that I would just be wanting to have comfort and control, both only mirages at best.
I have not had much comfort in God's world. In fact, pain and heartache have been my constant companions along with Him.
But I do have Him. He talks to me in the back of my mind, stops me or at least warns me when I am in trouble, and gives me strength and comfort when and where no mortal being can. He also corrects me, which is what I find most people outside this belief want.
No one wants correction, no one wants to be confined.
But what the world sees as a set of rules, I see as guidelines to success. I told my sons, when they were growing up, that they could obey and run wild, or disobey and feel the correction.
They had and have the choice of life, or death (limitation by punishment). Obey and run free, or disobey and be held back in correction.
No one wants to be judged. Even the P.C.(pentecostal christian) misunderstands this concept. The
Bible says that Jesus was judged as the sin offering so that we would not have to be. Acknowledge this and live. Keep thinking we have to do something to earn approval, and we are reduced to slaves of the flesh again.
The sacred feminine is a nice concept, but it is only a means to comfort. Even in its imagery it is incomplete. Every woman needs a man. Every man needs a woman.
Every one needs a God, and God needs us. That's His point in using this gender analogy. Get over your prejudice to the faults of men everywhere, including your abused past. The pure image is still there: God as our father, God as our husband, God as our lover, God as our protector, God as our "all in all".

"Only then will you feel the full power of the force."

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Hey guys, do me a favor! [Jun. 21st, 2006|03:54 pm]
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[mood |lethargiclethargic]

For those who have already written little bios for the group, please go back and friends-lock them. I would feel much better if they were locked so not just anybody can read them.

This is for us, so let's keep the personal stuff of any kind just for us. Please? :)

Also, for those who haven't posted them yet, GET BUSY! lol
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Puppy Pics! [Jun. 20th, 2006|09:43 pm]
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Okay, here they are, I know you've been waiting for them. Some are repetitive. I didn't spend any time on this, because he'll grow and the pictures will change next week.

Buddy Pics
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Happy Father's Day! [Jun. 18th, 2006|10:36 am]
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Sorry I haven't posted. I think I still may have some virus. This morning I got up, and I'm in a fog again. This after a great night's sleep, which I now think is apart of the answer. I slept so long because I am still battling this.

I'll try to post later. See ya!

Happy Father's Day! I miss my kids.
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