In Answer 2 PUNISHMENT BY DEATH

Why prisons will never work

Part Two – The terrors of a society brainwashed to be scared of people not like themselves

Have you ever been in jail for more than a night in the drunk tank, say at least two weeks? Have you ever faced a jury of your supposed peers, and seen the hatred in their eyes. Looked at the members of your jury and not seen one that would be willing to take notice of you with a smile or even a lightning flash of sympathy? Have you ever been taken to a jail or prison intake area, stripped down to your absolute nothings, forced to walk with a whole busload of naked others through a spray of water so cold and so biting that you think you have been secretly transported to a summer day in Antarctica barely warm enough to turn ice into sleet and hail that burns your body red, makes your eyes water, and your testes pull so far into your groin area that you think they will never come out again, come hell or high temperatures? Then one at a time you are given ugly prison uniforms, one-size-fits-all, which is all you will be able to wear for the next 2 to 25 years, unless you are allowed to wear nice clothes at your appeal, if you can afford one. Meanwhile, if you stole a fair amount of money and were able to keep it hidden from the police, your lawyer will gratefully take it off your hands, and if you give him enough, he will actually TRY to get your verdict overturned, or your sentence shortened. Money might not buy you justice, but it will buy you the appearance of justice.

Okay, so I’ve got you standing in line, still naked, prison uniform grasped tightly in your arms, when the line starts moving and a line of inmates called “trustees” (because they can be trusted to fink on you to either the authorities, as represented by the prison warden, or the group leaders of gangs of prisoners, some gangs which are local and temporary, and some that are in every prison in the USA and even some in prisons in Canada. And those same long-term gangs will be there as long as prisons and penitentiaries as we know them are allowed to exist) where you will be handed that prison’s version of what is counted as bedding. Meanwhile, before you can get dressed, and IF there is a doctor available in the prison, he or she will examine you to see if you have any obvious problems visible to the eyes, ears, or fingers. After listening to a few beats of your heart and cursorily checking your skin for signs of viral or bacterial infections, they will then stick a finger up your vagina if you have one, and your anus because everyone has one, because it might contain contraband, which is illegal to smuggle into a prison. Only then will you be allowed to get dressed, and then you will wait around, even if it is mealtime, until the last of your group of prisoners are dressed.

Finally you are on the move as a group once more, still grasping your holey, and/or threadbare and/or flea-ridden blanket to your chest lest someone attempt to rip it out of your hands. At last you leave the intake area and enter a “room” one side of which is an outside wall, and the other having runways full of cells stacked upon cells all stacked upon even more cells; probably at least ten levels of them, and no elevator in sight anywhere. Meanwhile, you realize the trustee leading your group is giving a long-memorized speech explaining the laws and culture of the common room, the eating rooms, cell runways, and everything else he or she thought you would need to know for your first day there. After that you would be on your own to survive or not depending upon which gang you chose to become a part of. (In the movies or on TV, the star always remains somehow “unconnected,” but this isn’t a movie, it is real life, and the threat of death is palpably imminent, so choose wisely.)

Suddenly the line in front of you is moving up the stairs, and at each landing sets of names are called, and those people move through an iron door that slams! shut after the last “new piece of meat” goes through the entryway. The same scene repeats itself at every floor landing. Eventually your name is called and you go through the entryway. Already a guard is walking down the runway, tapping open doors, saying a name once, and moving on. As you are busy hoping you didn’t miss your name being called, you hear it at last, and you enter the cell, where either one or two double bunk beds are standing against the side walls, and before you even look at the people sitting on or lying down on the bunk mattresses, you see a seatless toilet bowl in the middle of the back wall, where you will have no privacy taking a crap for as long as you are there. Then you turn your attention to who your bunk mate(s) is(are), and where an unoccupied uncovered mattress is awaiting you. You quickly go to it, hoping the other(s) are not able to hear or see how scared you are. No matter whether you are brainy or brawny, you throw your armful of bedding on the bare mattress, thinking that you are lucky you made it this far.

“Get your stuff off of my bed,” a vicious voice booms out, and you jump high enough to hit your head on the ten foot high ceiling. As you crash down you stutter, “But… But I… I thought…”

That same voice cuts you off, “You don’t think out loud in here. In fact, it’s better to not think at all. You’ll get in trouble that way in here.” At least this time the voice is flat, emotionless. Not friendly, but not unfriendly either. With a tiny bit of uncertainty and fear in your own voice you say, “Which one is mine?” Luckily you are in a one-bunk-bed cell, or at least you hope it is luckily.

“I’m sitting on it,” the voice states, daring you to make him get off. And at last you realize you are being tested. Your happiness while in prison just might depend on how you answer…

You are just coming to a decision when a far-away voice calls “Close’m up!”and the door to your cell moves and hits the doorjamb resoundingly! The sound is echoed by every cell door within hearing. Two-hundred and fifty doors (you don’t know this figure yet, you missed that part of the trustee’s speech) slamming and slamming and slamming within tenths of a second of each other. By the time the sound clears from your ears your mind reminds you, “That’s it, no more freedom for…” and the guy/gal sitting on your mattress is staring at you with a sneer on their face and a gleam in their eyes. “How you feeling, new meat?”

So, dear reader, how “are” you feeling right now? You’re unsure of which tactic to take, you’re still feeling humiliated from having to stand around naked so long in a group of naked strangers, but with fully-clothed guards looking at all of you at once, but you’re sure one of them is staring straight at you at the same time. And then that doctor, feeling inside your private parts for God knows what, and having him or her sticking their finger up your orifices with just a thin film of plastic glove between his/her skin and your insides. And then the walk of shame through the common room, and you are so relieved that you are finally dressed again even though neon orange is not your best colour, it’s the same colour every prisoner except the trustees are wearing, you’re tired from the long bus ride from the city, and its hours since you last ate, your stomach is gurgling in desire, and you have to make what might be the decision of your life. How do you really feel deep down in your gut? What are you going to do?

To be continued…

Save a Monarch, Impeach Donald Trump

Eric Burdon 1968, America 2017

I agree with your sentiments, though it is too American for this Canadian. I would be much happier to see you marching in the streets (peacefully, of course), holding rallies to impeach King Donald, DEMAND A NEW ELECTION because the farce that was held in your country in November last is a million times worse than what you allowed Jeb Bush to do in Florida refusing to count the ballots from particular areas of Miami in a previous election. How can anyone give Trump the legitimacy to be called the President of the United States of America? He obviously intends to break up that union as soon as he gets these other policies through Congress. If you let him ride out his four years as president he will do his best to change the law to allow himself to declare the Republic (not Democracy) dead and appoint himself as supreme leader and DICTATOR OF THE WORLD. Just look in his eyes to see how schizophrenic this man is. He has a mental illness and needs to start taking his meds again. Hopefully he will send someone from the CIA to find me in Canada and assassinate me for seeing the future he is planning, total genocide of all Muslims whether they are terrorists or good people, they might have children who will become terrorists, mark my words. If I get killed in whatever fashion, it will be at the Donald’s orders. Get up off your asses and do something to save yourselves. TAKE ACTION. Otherwise it will be like Eric Burdon, a Brit, sang about on his EVERY ONE OF US album in about 1968. I quote from memory, “Sure, they’re all good people, sitting around saying ‘Aint it a shame. Aint it a shame.’ Good people, at least they call themselves good people… but someone’s got to do something about it… get off of your big fat you-know-whats and MOVE!!!! or there won’t be anyone left…” Obviously Eric was not rapping about America in that song, but it’s like he gave me those words to give to you almost 50 years later. Steppenwolf could also see this time coming, releasing their album Monster around the same time, asking the question “America, where are you now, don’t you care about your sons and daughters, don’t you know we need you now, we can’t fight alone against the Monster.” John Kay, another Canadian, was singing about a Monster called Tricky Dicky. Your monster is called Ducking Donald.” Not much difference, I would say.

Signing a petition is nice, but it won’t fix your problem, our problem, the world’s problem. Hell, why not go all the way and say it’s the universe’s problem, because the air moved by the wings of a butterfly… The Monarchs are dying by the millions, and soon those beautiful insects may be no more. And if they go, we will go shortly after them. SAVE A MONARCH, IMPEACH DONALD TRUMP! I’d keep on going, but I gotta go take a shit. I’m filled up to here with all this crap!

In Answer To “PUNISHMENT BY DEATH”

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Part One–the use of capital punishment as revenge

On March 4, 2017, Nan wrote a blog called “Punishment by Death.” Unfortunately I arrived late at the beheading, poisoning, boiling alive, walking the plank, crucifiction, pressing, garroting, drawing and quartering, burning at the stake, whipping to death with birch branches, burying alive, drowning by waterboard, starvation, honey and ants, beating on the wheel, stoning, firing squad, guillotine, gallows, gas chamber, electric chair, fatal chemicals injection site, and even keel-hauling amongst uncountable other ways humankind has invented to intentionally kill people who had been judged, legally or illegally, too evil to go on living. All these styles of execution can now be described in two words, capital punishment. So, having arrived late, I missed partaking in a discussion on the merits and/or morality of punishment by death because the licence to give my opinion was killed before I got there. The most amazing part of the discussion, in my mind, was talking about the monetary value of execution vs. keeping the supposedly evil person in prison for how ever many years, which in the United States of America is usually until the person dies. (And to make sure he or she died in prison, courts handed out prison terms of hundreds or maybe thousands of years. I guess that was in case one of the persons so judged was either Methuselah, or Judas Iscariot, often called the Wandering Jew. Or maybe even Satan himself!). The outright stupidity of such sentences, virtual death sentences, is only the first sign among many others that capital punishment should be abolished world-wide. Well, Nan, I know this wasn’t personal on your part, but I still must weigh in on the death knell of capital punishment. So, all you readers out there who think punishment by death is a viable punishment, please read the rest of this blog, and definitely one if not two more. I happen to have a lot to say…

In my not-so-humble opinion, capital punishment is more than a crime against humanity, it is a crime against life itself. There are way too many cases where a person has been found guilty of a murder, only to be proved AFTER HIS EXECUTION that he was innocent. You talk about when a “man has been proven guilty” of certain crimes you think capital punishment should be used, but I can tell you of a case in Canada where a man was found guilty not once but twice of killing a teenage girl working alone in a donut shop, and it took a third trial before the defence was allowed to call as witnesses a large group of nurses who could place that man at their hospital half a city away from the crime scene at the time the crime was committed. He was busy playing Santa Claus for the children in the hospital. I don’t remember how long he was in jail for, but he was not given capital punishment in either of the first two trials only because there was a case before the Supreme Court of Canada arguing that capital punishment be outlawed in our country. The Supreme Court finally handed down their ruling that capital punishment was against the laws of Canada. This was fortunate for the twice-convicted killer of wrapping paper and bows and ribbons. By this time, of course, the case was so cold that it could not be reopened. The police believed they arrested their man the day after the murder, and never bothered to collect any evidence that did not lead to this man’s conviction. This was back in the 60s, I believe, or the early 70s. And it is only the worst miscarriage of justice of the many cases where convicted people were later exonerated of their supposed crimes, all over the world. Our Supreme Court judges earned their pay the day they spoke to take down capital punishment as a remedy for murder.

And even when you say the words “capital punishment,” you are not talking punishment. A person cannot be “punished” once they are dead. To execute anyone is a plain case of revenge for revenge’s sake. And from where I sit, the American law for double jeopardy where a person cannot be tried twice for the same murder is about as stupid as is the case for capital punishment. Americans would rather let a guilty person, especially rich or famous persons, go free for sometimes petty bureaucratic reasons while sending innocent people to their deaths for crimes they did not commit. Did anyone do a comparison of those statistics? I’m willing to bet more murderers got off because of double jeopardy than of actual murderers getting executed in all the States of the Union combined.

But, seeing as you do have this law still on the books, there’s this guy in the States right now, I think his name is Donald… Yes, Donald Trump, I believe. If anyone should in America should be convicted of a capital crime… I don’t know if American troops anywhere in the world have killed a supposed enemy of the State since DT took office, but since he is the ultimate Commander-in-Chief of all America’s armed forces, when that first murder occurs (if it hasn’t already), he should be arrested as the ringleader of a bunch of armed thugs. War too is a crime against life, and particularly human life. Why do we allow it to happen? It is our responsibility to see that laws allowing capital punishment are killed everywhere around our globe.

to be continued…

On Being a Spiritual Atheist

The Theist approach to the conundrum of life: Either there is a god, or there is not. I believe there is not. Therefore I am not a Theist.

The Agnostic approach to the conundrum of life: There might be a god, but there might not. I am not a fence-sitter. Therefore I am not Agnostic.

The Atheist approach to the conundrum of life: Since there is no god, there is no life after death. I do believe there is no god, but I do not believe there is no life after death. Where does that leave me?

The Spiritual Atheist approach to the conundrum of life: There is no god, but there is life after death. I am a spiritual atheist.

I don’t know that I am correct in my belief, and I really don’t care if I am correct or not. The gist of the matter, for me, is that if I live the best life I can (by my own self-imposed standards) and there is no life after death, I’ll never know that I was wrong, so who cares? However, if I live the best life I can, and there is life after death, then I will be well-prepared to die. The only conundrum I can see is whether to call the being that is the universe “First Life,” as I have called it since I was young, or whether I should change after all these years to a name more befitting what I believe, and that is “Spirit of Origin”? Since that name came to me in a day dream last week, I am leaning more and more towards the new label as it is a much better descriptor of how I see life, and how I experience the universe.

 

One thing I have noticed about theists is that they believe atheists are generally bad people. Because they have no threat of hell over their heads, atheists can go out and do anything they want–and of course they are going to want the things that theists want but are afraid to do. I can only speak for myself here, but I’m pretty sure most atheists don’t go out and hurt people just because they can. The Hippie subculture of the 60s and early 70s, of which I am one, lived by only one rule, “Be whoever you want to be, do whatever you want to do, as long as you don’t hurt anyone.” I think that rule for life is what most atheists believe, and definitely most spiritual atheists. The difference between us and theists is that theists are scared to do things that go against the will of their god, while we atheists we are not scared to do a lot of different things, but we impose limits on ourselves to what we allow ourselves to do or not do. We aren’t thieves, murderers and rapists because that would hurt other people, and such is not our wish. I’d even be willing to bet that more thieves, murderers, and rapists believe in a god than those who don’t. Why? Because we have ourselves to answer to, and our friends and loved ones to answer to, while theists have god to answer to, and just maybe god is watching someone else while these criminals are committing their crimes against life, be it human/intelligent or non-human/non-intelligent. This is what I mean when I call myself a spiritual atheist: I have to live up to my own standards, and they are set high. Maybe I can’t always keep to these standards, as I can be subject to emotional distress, and I’ll say something I don’t mean. But while I can use my words as well as a soldier can use a gun, I still won’t use a gun, because it is against my beliefs. Bullets rip through bodies and cannot be stopped once fired. Words can only hurt if the listener chooses to let them hurt. This doesn’t mean I am not responsible for my actions. And no one can forgive me but me.

Abstract is Exactly What It Says, Abstract

via Daily Prompt: Abstract

I am taking a blogday off from my spiritual atheist writing to accept WordPress’s challenge to write about the word abstract. Writing, of course, includes poetry, so I am going to go  with an abstract poem:

any en

any en

aany aen

bany ben

cany cen

dany den

eany een

fany fen

gany gen

hany hen

iany ien

jany jen

kany ken

lany len

many men

nany nen

oany oen

pany pen

qany qen

rany ren

sany sen

tany ten

uany uen

vany ven

wany wen

xany xen

yany yen

zany zen

As you can see from the above abstract poem, it has no conventional form, using two lists of words side by side, setting the base line with the first two  side-by-side words, then continuing with consecutive letters of the English alphabet starting the words of consecutive lines. Most of the words thus formed are not real word pairs in the English  language, with three lines noticeably standing out from the rest for containing two common real words. The lines just happen to be in the first line, the middle line, and the last line, giving a weird kind of order interior to the abstraction of the rest of the lines. Moreover, were you to use the words of the three lines thus made, you just might create a message to the reader, one that expresses a very abstract thought, yet one that could be magical in its meaning, were the reader to believe in magic:

Any En can lead Many Men to Zany Zen

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wany wen

The Nuclear Family

How to destroy a world with one easy lesson

In past blogs, I have mentioned three of the worst offenders to human happiness and well-being, my Three Gs: God, Gold, and Government. By god, I mean any religion or philosophy that feels its members are better than the members of any other religion or philosophy, and will fight to the death to defend their supposed superiority, and they do it in the name of God, or Naziism, or Communism, or (and especially) Free Enterprise. Free Enterprise also fits well with the G of Gold. Gold stands for wealth, money, corporations, global industries, national or global conglomerations, consortiums, and whatever else Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels predicted would come to pass, and eventually the proletariat or industrial slaves would rise up and slay the greedy bastards. What they, Marx and Engels, failed to realize is forewarned, forearmed. They should have kept that part to themselves. But whatever, I still believe they are right and the bosses will have to one day be cut down to size, either at the ankle or at the neck. (Not that I want anyone to die for being who they are, but would I be able to stop a mob from doing what they wanted to do? I don’t think so.) The last G stands for Government, another establishment structure that writes laws and more laws, all designed, according to them, to protect the society and culture of the nation they are supposed to be guiding. But really, they are “guarding” the interests of the top 5% of their populations from the 95% of people who want what the 5% have way too much of anyway. And if the slaves of commerce start getting restless, find some other government whose industrial slaves are also getting restless, and declare war against them. The people in the government won’t have to go to fight and probably die on foreign soil, they’ll be sitting in their hideouts just in case the war blows up in their faces. The only people they want to have killed are the young men and women who are actually capable of overthrowing their government when their amount of restlessness exceeds their ability to be controlled. Meanwhile, of course, the industrialists are making fortunes hand-over-fist off making the tools and supplies for their young people to kill other young people with. It has been like this since the dawn of cavemen vs. tree-dwellers. And the only way to stop it is to get rid of all levels of government.

Meanwhile, there is another grouping of people that have existed since the dawn of cavemen and tree-dwellers that has even more influence on their societies than any government will ever have. Of course, I am talking about. the nuclear family. If you were raised in a healthy home environment, loved and kept safe from the perils of the world, not taught to hate anyone, or covet what the family down the block or across the village has, please raise both your hands in the air. (The more arms in the air, the more parents of nuclear families can feel good about themselves, right?) But how many arms are there in the air? None, you say, not even one? Well, butter my butt and call me Jed! There aren’t any healthy nuclear families in this crowd? Parents, didn’t any of you come from healthy nuclear families? Well, no wonder you haven’t raised healthy children, you don’t know how! Your role models weren’t any better than you as role models. I’d say God help us, but I don’t even believe in God anymore. He was as much a fable as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.

And so it goes, generation after generation, there aren’t any instruction manuals that come with babies, and the people that try to write them all have some kind of syndrome or other to begin with. Having worked in the addiction and mental health fields could have warped my mind against the nuclear family, but what do you want to bet my father warped my mind before I even knew there were so many syndromes you could have because of the way you were treated as a child.

Just today the courts found a set of parents guilty of causing the death of their 15 year old son by denying him the insulin he needed to combat his diabetes. 15 years old, and he weighed about 70 lbs. when his body was discovered. His body was emaciated, and his pallor was the colour of the snow outside his door. He had not been allowed outside his home since he was six years old, and none of the neighbours even knew he existed, not in the province where he died. Back in the province of his birth, the authorities knew all about him, knew that his parents were withholding his insulin, knew they had to get him away from his parents, but the court ruled in favour of the parents, because surely no parent could continue to be so callous as to not give their child his life-saving medicine. And as soon as the “nuclear family” left the courthouse, they packed up their belongings and moved. The authorities that had been watching over him never told anyone he was gone, so when the family found a home in a new province, no one knew their history. The boy slipped through every crack there was to slip through, and nine long years later he finally died. This is how the nuclear family works?

Of course I’m using an extreme example, but how extreme does a person have to get before people realize the nuclear family is failing worse with every new generation? In Vietnam and in parts of the Middle East, parents gave their ten year old children bombs and told them to give the bombs to the soldiers on the other side. The kids had no idea what they were doing, and they trusted their parents to keep them safe, but when they reached the other side and soldiers came out to greet the children, to get them out of harms way, the mother or father pressed a button, and the child got blown up along with most of the soldiers in the area. This is how the nuclear family works?

This wasn’t a random act, turning children into walking bombs. It is a reasoned act of war. How can we sit back and listen to the news that tells us these things are happening? In Africa ten year old children are recruited as soldiers of god, whichever god their masters happen to believe in, and taught how to shoot a rifle and throw a grenade. Should these children be held accountable when they had no concept that what they were doing could kill people? Well, guess what, the mighty United States of America thought they should be tried for war crimes, and placed in jail for the rest of their lives. If they happen to be Muslim children, President Donald Trump will probably put them in front of a firing squad. “No damned little Muslims are going to terrorize American soldiers!” And he will probably build a wall around the Middle East, and make the Arabs pay for it. It makes me wonder what kind of nuclear family he was raised in…

I’m serious as hell when I say, let parents have children, but don’t let the parents own them. If the parents cannot pass a set of psychological tests, take the babies away from the parents, and put them into a group home where professional parents who can pass the same tests work together to raise the little tykes, where the children are taught about things, but are never told “This is the way you have to be.” Provide them with love, safety, healthy foods, proper clothing, and toys and such, and mix the genders and the races in each group home, parents and children alike, and let them learn on their own there is nothing to fear in a world made of people of many races. There can be no corporal punishment in these group homes, and the children must be allowed to play in the same area as children from other group homes so that they can learn about other children, children of all ages from baby to near-adult. Give them the tools to live a safe and happy life. As they grow up, teach them various occupations suited to their age. Don’t make gender an issue, teach boys and girls the same things, including what happens with each gender as they reach puberty. And above all else, give them the power to think critically.

If you really want to save this world and all the people in it, deconstruct the nuclear family. Keep those people who would teach their children hatred and violence from ever bringing up children. These are the kinds of parents that keep the pattern of poorly adjusted physically and mentally ill children from becoming the same kind of parents as they had growing up. Give the future generations the chances we never had, and save them from those parents who condemn their children to follow in their footsteps.

A Quick Summary of Spiritual Evolution

A personal brand of Spiritual Atheism

I come from a group, different from any group I have ever known, a group of one, me. I believe that the earth and all visible matter is not illusory, but a place of learning.  I’ll get into the “for whom” later. For now let us just say that whatever this third dimension (fourth if you include time, but for me time is just another measurement, an invention to explain how matter is able to change and NEVER return to the same state in the same combination of the same atomic particles ever again in our personal reality, and is therefore not a dimension) is made of, it is real enough because we can use our senses to perceive that some things remain the same for certain lengths of time, while other things, including ourselves, can change depending on what kinds of forces are exerted upon us. In simple language, the universe is real, and we living beings are journeyers through it.

But that begs the question, where do we journeyers come from, where are we going, and why. My philosophy, constructed by myself with help from Albert Hoffman, Tibetan Buddhism, Richard Dawkins, Charles Darwin, and all kinds of people whose names or group affiliations I will probably never know, Sylvia Miller (my sister, a member of the Mormon faith), and a science fiction writer whose name, I believe, is James Blish, but I could be wrong. I will try to list what each of the above people or groups contributed to the building and clarification of my philosophy:

  • James Blish (or S.F. counterpart) – for giving me the designation “first life”
  • Tibetan Buddhism – the first real explanation of reincarnation I found, which I expanded on greatly
  • Albert Hoffman – inventor of LSD, which broke down the locked doors in my mind
  • Charles R. Darwin – Discoverer of “Evolution, ” but who never looked at evolution of the spirit
  • Richard Dawkins – who wrote “The Blind Watchmaker” and and gave me a feasible theory for the start of life upon our planet
  • Sylvia Miller – my sister, who asked me the simplest question of all, in all seriousness, “So what is it you DO believe in?” and I said to her aloud for the first time “Spiritual Atheism, and Responsible Anarchy.”
  • and, of course, myself, a common man known as rawgod, who took all the above clues and amalgamated them into what I believe is a consistent and viable alternative to all the great (and not so great) scientists, and philosophers, and whomever took part in disseminating their theories to the public world, where I could study them at my leisure.

Following is the story of my beliefs, from alpha to psi. I have yet to reach omega:

The Big Bang produced a living baby who spent billions of earth years in a form of solitary confinement deprived of all sensory perception until Dawkins’ crystals caught its attention, and it saw that those crystals could never achieve life until life was injected into them. But that was like a newborn baby on Earth finding a toy irresistible to play with despite not understanding the toy, or not even knowing that there was an “I” to play with that toy. In other words Big Bang Baby knew no awareness of any kind, except that the toy was fun.

Meanwhile, First Life started to put a tiny wee bit of itself into each crystal, thus providing the crystal with the previously missing force called life, and immediately the newly formed crystal came to life, and with help from that force realized life did not come without conditions, what I call the Three Prime Directives of life, for which I have no basis other than seeing these directives in most species of life around me:

1) to live as long as it can

2) to procreate as much as it can

3) to progress, or advance, or evolve into something better than it is

These one-celled beings ruled the earth for another billion or so years, then accidentally created a two-celled being where each original cell took up one purpose, that of eating, and that of eliminating the useless residue. This began the era of “cell specialization,” which has advanced and evolved into the animals and plants that live somewhere on earth today, making up all the living beings that have evolved from their very humble beginnings.

Also, for those beings that take note of such things, natural evolution is not the only kind of evolution there is. There is also a definite line you can follow called “spiritual evolution.” It is a long line to follow through the one-celled, two-celled, and even the many-celled beings that struggled through the billions of years of learning to make specialized cells for all kinds of uses, yet the evidence suggests that spiritual evolution at least kept pace with natural evolution, sometimes just behind it, sometimes just ahead. And I state this because all the while, the spirits that first inhabited the crystals that turned into living beings brought valuable bits if information back to First Life when they died. This was reincarnation’s finest hour, because the information that they brought back to the source of all life in the universe, eventually gave awareness to First Life that it was indeed alive too. And that it had a spirit, and that its spirit could grow. Try reading “The Source” by James Michener. or look into my blog at rawgodsspiritualatheism.wordpress.com. You will find there a much expanded version of some of the things I have discussed here tonight. Alternatively you can go to http://www.centerforabetterworld.com/SpiritualAtheism/spiritual-atheists.htm comment page, move order to newest first, and read my third comment down. Those two sites will give you the best insight into me and what I stand for.

In another person’s blog I was reading, that someone mentioned people taking responsibility for all parts of their lives, including civic responsibilities with the rest. I am sorry, but I don’t believe any form of government has the best intentions for all classes of people, including Canada and the States. No government has the concerns of all its citizens at heart, disregarding about 95% of its citizens, truth to be told. The only kind of responsibility that will work will come from our spiritual evolution, and that is responsible anarchy. That is what all spiritual atheists might strive for, dismantling the government in the land but not replacing it–for the first time in recorded history.