Just a line to let you all know I am still alive

Hey, friends,

Sorry I haven’t written anything lately, but my sort-of-new business venture has been taking up all of my time of late. In case you haven’t read I am now selling almost-free-of-THC medical marijuana products in northern Alberta and the southern Northwest Territories. It’s keeping me hopping, as was (well still is) getting my new website on-line. It should be up and running sometime later this week, barring any unforeseen disasters. medmarhighlevel.biz if you care to take a look. Make sure your speakers are on for the first 2:35 minutes, but you have to stay on the home page to hear the whole song. Maybe someday the music will follow the reader, but not yet.

Now, generally speaking, my spiritual life is the most important part of my life, and takes a second seat to nothing. But in the 8 months I have been building my company I have been growing a clientele that is now depending on me to have my products for them when they need it, where they need it for the most part. And so, I have had to choose between my spirituality, and my responsibility to living people. Hopefully once the website is up and functioning correctly (you never find all the flaws till the users tell you about them), I will be able to take the occasional hour or two to continue my thoughts and personal experiences on the spiritual planes.

I’ve noticed I have some new followers, which I thank you all for, but I’m wondering if anyone of my select few readers don’t have any questions for me? I would love to be taking part in a conversation rather than just telling you about what life is like for me. Good communication needs a back-and-forth exchange of ideas, and while I know it may be hard to ask questions of someone who is so far out in left field I can’t even see the grandstand, but still I wish someone would try. I love to talk about myself, my ideas, my philosophies, etc., but really I would like to hear about you and your reactions to what you read here. Because one thing I know for sure, you have to be a very special person to be willing to go where I go. And being that special, you may have something to teach me, including a little humility. Ain’t no one ever accused me of not being proud of what I have accomplished this go-around. Fortunately for me I gave up believing in sin a very long time ago.

But I’m getting off the track, as usual. Yes, I’m still alive. No, I’m not writing about spirituality at this point in my life. Other people’s lives come before my own. And that’s about all I can say by way of apology.

But you can bet I’ll be back…

WHITE IDENTITY POLITICS The More Intelligent We Get the stupider we become

Donald Trump is practising White Identity Politics. He is appealing to those who might sympathize to some degree with White Supremacists and Neo Nazis to fight for the idea that white people are starting to feeling like a minority group. I hate to wake The Donald up, but whites have always been a minority when it comes to world population. Europe, the hotbed of white civilization before Columbus, was a very tiny continent in relation to the vastness of continents such as Africa, Asia, the Americas, India, and even Australia. In the days of Marco Polo, Columbus, Captain Cook, and the other “great explorers,” all of whom just happened to be white, so history tells us, they never travelled anywhere that they found white inhabitants. So what did they do, being more technologically advanced that most of the rest of the world, they tried to colonize the world, it was their manifest destiny. That was then, this is now.


White people, while they are in the minority, control most of the money in the world. The Vatican is the richest country in the world, followed closely by the United States of America and Great Britain, not in any particular order. Germany, France, Russia, even Canada rank higher in wealth than most other nations, if you ignore the lucky happenstance for them that most of the oil producers in the world are of other persuasions, the brown races, so-to-speak. So, even though the white races are in the minority population-wise, those white nations control most of the money and POWER in the world. Does this sound like a minority situation to you?


Is that because only the top 5% of the white population controls 99% of that wealth and power? Leaving 95% to feel downtrodden and used, and thus easily convinced that whites need to protect themselves against all other races and nations. It is not people of colour who are keeping most whites down, it is that 5% of people their own colour who are keeping them down. Come on. How stupid can you be? Coloured people are not your enemies, they are your allies. White people, the members of the white elite, are the ones that keep the rest of us down, and I definitely consider myself a white person despite my Metis blood. I am over 50% white, and that is what I must deal with. My European blood may be constantly at war with my Aboriginal blood, but that does not prevent me from seeing that I am downtrodden by whites.


The thing is, it really doesn’t matter what colour my skin is, the skin I wear on my outside does not affect the colour of my spirit, which is essentially colourless. Invisible, to be exact. And that is true for every human species, as well as for every species on this earth. Life is what we all have in common, and our spirits are what we can attribute to our status as living beings. Every living being on the earth has an invisible spirit. Hell, every living being in the universe probably has an invisible spirit. Why think inside the box? Life everywhere is coloured invisible. Even in these crazy times on earth. Especially in these crazy times of Neo-Nazis and White Supremacists and White Identity Politics. The so-called rulers of the world need to keep us divided so they can keep themselves apart from the rest of their species. From the rest of their living relatives.


Why are we so blind?


We are so blind because we do not want to see the truth. Any reason to feel superior to someone else, or something else, is a reason to ignore the facts of our existences. Europe and North America have the highest living standards for all their inhabitants. No matter how little we have, we are better off than Africans or Asians, right? Wrong! Downtrodden is relative, and downtrodden is downtrodden. We can have a better standard of living, a better education system, a better way of live, of course. But we are still not free to feel free. We pay lip-service to freedom, sure, but that doesn’t make us free. As long as we are working for someone else, as long as we are paying homage to someone else, we ARE NOT FREE.


As long as we are not RESPONSIBLE for ourselves, and through ourselves to all other living beings, we are not free. And the more we think we are the stupider we are. We are exactly where the 5% of wealth and power holders want us, and that is our truth. Please open your eyes.

Coming Back for a Visit

I am writing this blog tonight totally unprepared.  I have not even thought about my neglected blog for quite some time, but today I received an email from WordPress telling me a new person was following my blog, and I had to look to see who. Notyouraverage20somethingblog turned out to be a blog by a woman named Amy, from where or what background I do not think she has said yet, other than she grew up in a small town, went away to college or university, and discovered there a whole new self. But tragedy struck in the form of a breakup with the love of her life to this point (Amy called her a soul mate, but as I do not believe in soul mates–I’ve already had more than 5 “soul mates” in my lifetime, and counting–I’ll stick to love of her life so far) and a total falling apart that took her back to her safe life in the small town where she grew up. Now she has discovered WordPress, and though I have only found two blogs written by her, I am already dying to hear more. I presume she is American, but I cannot say that with authority yet, nor does it really matter, although it might help to understand her motivations to know. The main thing is, Amy is a living being with a story to tell, and I believe she will tell it well.

But, that got me reading a bunch of my old but most recent blogs, and now I want to use my blog to welcome Amy back to the larger world of fear, away from the safety of her small world called home. And to thank her for inspiring me to write a new blog myself.

Lately, for whatever that word might mean to anyone, my writing has not been centered on any one subject, jumping around chaotically just like the way I live life. There are no boundaries to where life can take a person, and there are certainly no boundaries to where my mind can take me. I know I have left a lot of stories unfinished, but hey, how many times in life do unexpected changes happen to us that veer our course into unexpected directions, ending some sentences mid-word, and starting others without a true beginning. Life, that’s all I can call it.

Tonight Life has pointed me in yet anther direction, that of love relationships. As I said above, I have had AT LEAST 5 relationships with women I have considered soul mates, only to discover they were only “temporary” soul mates. I still love them, fondly, each and every one of them, and I am thankful for what they taught me/helped me learn. The woman I was married to is the one who taught me the most, but even that relationship ended when her capacity to teach me was exhausted. The student once again surpassed the teacher, and to stay in that relationship became stifling. We mutually agreed to end it, though I have regrets, and I assume she does too. But life moves on, and we either change to move with it, or we get bogged down in depressions physical, mental, and emotional. It has always been my nature to move with the eye of the hurricane, surrounded by a calmness, yet surrounded outside that by life-changing forces that wipe entire slates clean. After all, life has never been a “safe” proposition. Whenever life becomes too comfortable, upheavals happen to remind you (read me) that nothing is ever safe, safety begets stagnation. Change is life’s greatest teacher, and humans are life’s most capable students.

Ugh, I cannot believe I uttered such an anthropomorphic thought aloud. Humans are just one species among millions, and human intelligence is not the only kind of intelligence extant upon this world, let alone in our huge huge universe. But just like our species is very highly anthropomorphic, believing humans are the most highly evolved of all animals or other forms of life ANYWHERE, I am human, and occasionally forget that there is always someone, or some species, that is smarter or more intelligent including in ways I cannot begin to imagine. Back to where was I…

Change is Life’s greatest teacher and humans are very capable students, if they allow themselves to be. I try to always be ready to learn more new lessons in order to live a fuller life. Tonight’s lesson was just one of those.

I hate to admit it, but of late my belief has been that the 20somethings of the world are condemning this world to devolve, to move backwards instead of forward, despite the continuous forward movement evolution has been moving in since the beginning of life itself. I should have known devolution is inherently impossible (notwithstanding Trump and Kim) and it took a brash young Amy to set my mind right again despite my dotage. Thanks, Amy. I hope I can repay you somehow.

And thanks to Barbera, Brenda, Linda, Barbara, Heather, Gail, and Gail all for taking the time to love me and teach me about life and love. And if I have missed anyone, which I’m sure I have, please don’t take it personally, just blame it on my Post-Concussion Syndrome, which stole parts of my memories completely, as if they never happened. But rest assured, whatever anyone taught me is still part of me. and that means YOU are still a part of me too.


Heal the Body, Free the Mind

Reposted from a comment on a nutrition blog by Eve Lees


Hi Eve,
In your nutrition research and learning about nutrition period, did you ever come across the nutrition benefits of low THC cannabis sativa seed oil (CSSO, brand name MMSOP), sometimes known as hemp oil, often known as Med Marijuana (trade mark registered) as produced by Stephen Health Agency Inc. of Dartmouth, NS, Canada? (If you have a fear of the word marijuana PLEASE do not throw out the baby with the bathwater, this bathwater is full of nutrition miracles used as far back as 10,000 years ago in China. Wikipedia states “The Cannabis plant has a history of medicinal use dating back thousands of years across many cultures.” (Go to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_cannabis and scroll down to History Ancient) to learn about some of the uses various Middle East and Eastern cultures made of various species of the Cannabis Sativa variety of Hemp; it is impressive!)
Now fast forward to 1992, and go to https://www.ratical.org/renewables/hempseed1.html and https://www.ratical.org/renewables/hempseed2.html where you will find the earliest scientific references I can find on the internet to the nutrition and medicinal uses of the low-THC CANNABIS SATIVA SEED OIL. Canada appears to be one of the first countries in the world to make this seed oil legal, passing the Access to Marijuana for Medical Purposes Regulations under the Narcotics Control Act in 1998 as long as the THC content of the products was under 10 ppm (Stephen Health Agency Inc. regulary averages at 3 ppm, well below the legal limit imposed by the above Regulations). The next step is to have Health Canada each and all claims made for the medical abilities of ingestible natural products before they issue the product a Natural Product Number (example: NPN80055848 for Cannabis Sativa Seed Oil 1000 mg soft gelcaps). At this point I would normally give directions on how to find a specific product on the Health Canada website, but the page has been moved and finding the desired page has suddenly become VERY complicated. Yes, part of this reply to your post is because I am an agent of StephenHealthInc.com, but I am only an agent because this product COMPLETELY CHANGED MY LIFE within 4 hours of ingesting my first two gelcaps. It does not work that fast for all new users, some can take up to 3 to 4 weeks before they feel the effects of using this product, but there are also people who react to it even faster than I did. All the people in the world need this oil, as do their mammalian pets and mammalian livestock. I have taken on the responsibility to do my best to make it available to everyone who wants or needs it. Those that think they cannot improve their lives with CSSO or are afraid to take it because they are afraid of its narcotic connections are only prolonging their probability of getting new medical issues. Proactive measures are best started early in life, because reactive measures might be started too late.

Added to repost on this blog only:

CSSO is a 100% natural product that you cannot get addicted to, you cannot get overdosed on, nor can you die directly from using it. It cannot make you HIGH. It is a million times safer than any opioid your doctors may give you, yet they won’t give you any information on CSSO because they cannot write prescriptions for it, nor get it from Big Pharma. CSSO is available over-the-counter from direct agents of Stephen Health Agency Inc., or in certain Health Food Stores. It is respectfully priced at under $100 per month, often much less than that. If you are in pain, or suffer from almost any other medical issue, trying CSSO cannot harm you in any way. Even if in the end, it does not ultimately work on the condition you want it to work on, it will improve your health and life in other ways you cannot yet perceive.



Sometime shortly after noon, July 22, 2017, a man wearing a police uniform (not identified as Hay River Police, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, or Timbuktu Police; just POLICE in large letters across the chest, no visible badges, no other identification of any kind visible or oral) appeared out of seemingly nowhere blocking the entrance into booth 14 at Fishermans Wharf Market. This police-uniform wearing person immediately declared all persons and property in Booth 14 as detained for investigation, and started muttering words that sounded like everyone present was guilty of trafficking in marijuana and did we want lawyers, and if no particular lawyer, then legal aid lawyers would be provided should they be requested. All residents opted for legal aid lawyers for lack of knowledge of what was happening. This did not stop the investigation, but did bring the warning “Anything and everything the detainees said could be used as evidence in a court of law.” At this point no crime had been mentioned, no reason for the raid had been mentioned, and GUILT WAS ASSUMED in a country where the law states that people are assumed to be innocent until proven guilty. The words of the supposed POLICE assumed no such possibility of innocence. The operators of the booth, including a relative visiting from Manitoba, were basically accused of being guilty of trafficking in a narcotic and of being in serious trouble with the law. Was this Canada in the year 2017, or Nazi Germany in the late 1930s or early 40s? For the residents of Booth 14 it seemed like they had gone through a time warp, not like they were conducting legal business in Canada in 2017.

Eventually it was determined that a complaint had been made by an undisclosed member of the public that raw bud marijuana was being sold to members of the public in glass bottles. Two people in the booth readily admitted marijuana in various forms was being sold to the public for legal medicinal purposes, and offered documentation to prove they were conducting legal business, but this documentation was discarded to the side without even being cursorily examined. THIS was an investigation? There appeared to be no sign of investigation, just accusation and detention. Meanwhile, the patrons of Fishermans Wharf Market looked on in amazement as customers of the products being sold at Booth 14 were rudely turned away and threatened with criminal charges if they did not move away RIGHT NOW! Even an innocent child who wanted to witness the action was yelled at with raised voice (child abuse under the law) to get away from the area, with a threat of some fearsome thing happening to the child if it did not quickly disappear from sight. Again, Canada 2017 or Nazi Germany? The latter still seemed the obvious choice. Meanwhile, the visitor from Manitoba was in fear for her continued freedom, and all she was doing was sitting talking to her family members in a perfectly unthreatening way. But threats were hurled her way too, as if she were some common criminal, not a very courteous way to greet a person visiting from another province. No, because she was in the booth at the time of the arrival of the Nazi Stormtrooper, she would be amiss to think she could avoid arrest if the suspected substance was actually found to be on the premises. That was just total lack of courtesy on the supposed police officer’s part, an insult to her otherwise happenstance occupation of Booth 14.

Meanwhile, the two salespersons of the legal marijuana were moved separately out of the booth and interrogated out of eyesight of half the patrons of Fishermans Wharf Market, the other half who were in line waiting to purchase their fish and chips from the end booth getting a much better view of the action than they had previously been getting.

Eventually Mr. Jerry Miller, sole proprietor of the business selling the raw bud marijuana (Would an honest businessman actually be selling raw bud marijuana in such a public place? The officer assured him there were many stupid criminals who would try just that!) was allowed to lead the officer back into Booth 14 for a complete search for said raw bud marijuana in glass bottles. Of course, no such substance was found in Booth 14, and after another officer had contacted the home RCMP of Mr. MIller’s business who confirmed they were aware of said business and that the business had been determined to be completely legal under the ACCESS TO MARIJUANA FOR MEDICAL PURPOSES REGULATIONS attached to the NARCTOTIC CONTROL ACT in 1998 (meaning the sale of low THC medical marijuana direct to the public had been legal for roughly 20 years already) the Nazi Stormtrooper, now safely back in 21st century Canada, took his leave of the premises at BOOTH 14 without an apology but with what he later described as a public handshake to show the patrons of Fishermans Wharf Market that the investigation had been finished and the complaint proven to be baseless.

In a later contact between Mr. Miller and the then identified Officer Beck of the RCMP, Beck informed Mr. Miller that he had bent over backwards to be as courteous as possible under the rules of the RCMP when investigating such a complaint. This admission left Mr. Miller feeling slightly appeased but still in total wonder the Nazi Germany tactics could ever be described as courteous?  There is something wrong when the Police services in a supposedly free country such as Canada can look like something right out of Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib prison, or Nazi Germany, and the officer in charge is still trying to used the failed defence of Lt. William Calley Jr. who pled not guilty to conducting the My Lai Massacre of close to 500 innocent Vietnamese villagers in 1968 as just following orders, or in other words just doing my job! The circumstances of conducting a raid of a small home-based business in northern Canada are nowhere close to the circumstances of the above named atrocities, but the principles are still the same, and it is time the RCMP took a look at itself and ask whether it wants to be seen as a public protection service, or an out-of-control police reactionary force. After all, this is Canada 2017, not Nazi Germany.


Just to wrap things up, Mr. Miller was not told who made the complaint, but that it had been made by a prominent citizen of Hay River, and no charges would be laid for public mischief despite the fact the complainant lied by way of embellishment as to what was happening at Booth 14, including stating that many people were complaining, though not one of them had the fortitude to ask the proprietor of the business if anything illegal was taking place there. To the best of this writer’s knowledge, it was ONLY THE COMPLAINANT who was upset, and in his complaint he directly said the proprietor of the booth, Mr. Jerry Miller, had admitted to him raw bud marijuana was being sold there, which is a complete and utter fabrication of the truth. To this writer, that sounds like public mischief and wasting the time of all officers on duty at the time of the raid, leaving no officer available should anything of real criminal intent or purpose have happened at the same time, a definite and intentional misuse of public time and funds for unknown personal reasons.


Hello Friends, It’s been awhile, which if I was a Canadian I might spend the next half-hour apologizing for, but while I was born and still live in Canada, I am a Child of the Universe, and for so-being I will not apologize for putting certain other activities ahead of this blog.

Also, I am going to start at the end of a conversation that took place today between myself, a spiritual atheist, and my friend named Peter who is a confirmed Deist. To make things even weirder, Peter is my mechanic, and I am his supplier of almost-free-of-THC medical marijuana. Sometimes when we meet to do business, we get into discussions between his religion and my philosophy.

Weirdest of all is that I am finding it necessary to start this blog, my first in what seems like months, with Peter’s and mine final sentences before saying “Good-bye,” for the afternoon. He, the deist, said to me, “Knowing that life exists proves to me [Peter] that God exists.” I on the other hand, restate my final declaration: “Knowing that Life exists allows me the freedom to think for myself, which tells me that no living being exists that can call itself God, or that we can call god.”

We are at that ultimate impasse where the person who was brought up to believe in a god-creator cannot see life without a god-creator. Meanwhile, though I was brought up to believe there was a god, creator or not, I learned to reject everything that was taught to me as a belief, and go with what I find within myself. There is no room for a god within me. There is only room for life. And life is eternal… And life is forever changing… Peter’s god is never-changing….

And yet we are so close together in thought it almost scares me. But he cannot make the leap from being a mostly-free-thinker to being a totally free thinker, whereas being a totally free thinker gives me the power to believe only that which I can find inside me, inside my mind, inside my spirit. This is like being in that proverbial place between a rock and a hard place–for both of us. Yet I cannot go back to believing in a god, nor do I want to, while he, Peter, cannot take that final step that makes him completely free.

The question, therefore, becomes does one of us need to change in order to co-exist, or is it sufficiently acceptable for both of us to accept the other as he is and allow life to go on, each of us in our own way. My gut tells me I can go on, because that is part of who I am. Accept everyone for who they are at this time, knowing they cannot escape the inescapable, when the time is right to move on, Peter will make that final step to totally free thinking and realize god cannot exist, and I for my turn will continue to search for what comes after accepting atheism as reality. This, I believe, is what upsets me so much about people who declare themselves atheists yet spend all their time still denying the existence of god. I see them as stuck, unable to move on, even when that too must change when it is time to make the change. I think I must be angry at myself, frustrated with myself for not being able to envision what comes next. Becoming atheist cannot be the be-all and end-all of life. Humanity is too inquisitive to allow that to be the ultimate goal. It contradicts my third condition of life, that need to keep on evolving. There was once a time I was satisfied having freed myself from the control of others, from taking complete responsibility for who and what I am and do. I am no longer satisfied with that position. I needed a rest after getting there, but now it is time to move again. But where?

But where?

Date with Destiny, Missed

Hi Everyone,

This week seems to be my week for getting pissed off at people or organizations. My last two blogs were about Richard Dawkins. Well, Rich, you’re safe for awhile. Today I found someone who pisses me off more than you do. Actually it is a company that I have respected since I read my first issue as a kid — National Geographic. I’ll admit it, I have never subscribed to NG, so who am I to argue their policies. Obviously, I’m rawgod, and rawgod hates to be pissed off because he’s a nice guy, and it almost takes a worldwide disaster to piss him (me) off. And yet, This is my second or third day this week that I allowed myself to get pissed off and write nasty emails, as reported in my blog, to people I thought were nice people, concerned about World (maybe even Universal) Survival. So when National Geographic sent me a “personal” email today I wondered what might be inside. It was an announcement for a new contest, called “CHASING GENIUS” and it asked for ANYONE ANYWHERE to enter their contest by making a one-minute video about how their idea could change the world on one of three critical issues facing the planet: Making the world 1) a Sustainable Planet, 2) Improve Global Health, and 3) Feeding over 9 billion people.

Now remember what they say, ANYONE ANYWHERE could submit their “genius” ideas. Well folks, especially you folks who are not American, National Geographic does not count you (or me) as ANYONE from ANYWHERE. The very first rule of ELIGIBILITY states, no word of a lie, and I quote, “ELIGIBILITY

Only legal residents of the fifty (50) United States and the District of Columbia who are eighteen (18) years of age or older at the time of entry are eligible to enter.”

NG says they are interested in saving the planet and all the people on it, but in one breath of a sentence they turn their brains off and their bigotry and racism on, and tell us only Americans are smart enough to change the world for the better. Can you understand why I AM SO PISSED OFF that I’m giving CRD a pass on his anti-theist campaign and asking all of you who do not agree with NG’s “National Narcissistic” stance to go to NG’s contact page and phone or write or email or fax them and give them your best rendition of a pissed off rawgod and tell them exactly how you feel about the brain power of Americans as compared to the rest of the world.

Now, I do sincerely apologize to any and all Americans who think NG’s stance is not acceptable, nor appreciated. In a world where (outside of the USA) Americans are disliked and often even hated, NG, along with Donald’s Trumpeter, are making YOU, even if you are the nicest person in the world to everyone in the world, if you are American you are considered the lowest of the low, and that is about to fall into a negative black hole you will never get out of. As I have said, I am sorry if I insulted you, but if you don’t stand up to National Geographic as most Americans are not standing up the the Florida Trumpeter, you deserve what you get.

I hope you deserve a bouquet of roses. Happy Mothers’ Day to all mothers everywhere, not just the mothers in the USA.

The Minions of the God of Atheism Respond

Goliath Refuses to Come to David. Instead He Lets His Minions Do His Wetwork

Dear rawgod gewcolo,

Your comment (full text below) has been removed according to our TED.com Terms of Use: http://www.ted.com/termsofuse.

If you’d like to rephrase your comment and rejoin the conversation, please review our guidelines for community participation:http://www.ted.com/about/our-organization/our-policies-terms/community-guidelines

The TED Conversations Team

Well, thank you for the acknowledgement that I am still alive and able to piss off the powers that be. It is nice to know that censorship is still alive and well and a significant part of what I took to be an outlet for Militant Atheists. Where I come from Atheists are, or at least should be, responsible anarchists. This is obviously not the case on Ted. As far as I know I said nothing that could hurt anyone, or their feelings. I told the truth as I see it, and, like Galileo, Darwin, and hundreds of others, I am condemned for being honest and truthful. That fact that you do not agree with what I said and removed my comments speaks volumes about how scared you are of me. God forbid, lol, that anyone should take on the God of Atheism. As far as I am concerned, not only is Richard Dawkins not an atheist, but you have no right to claim yourselves as the voices of reason/
Worst of all is that your decision was summary, with not even an explanation of how I broke your oh so precious rules. Well, convict me summarily all you like, I have already posted the entire transcript elsewhere on the Internet, and if you try to reach out your powerlesss fingers and try to get other websites to take away my freedom of speech, you will get your fingers verbally slapped. Nobody likes a bully, yet that is what you and your “yes-sayers” are, nothing but bullies.
Believe me, I do not need your community to let people know they can say anything against anyone who calls themselves an atheist, particularly a fellow atheist. It’s unequivocally equivalent to one nigger calling another nigger “Uncle Tom,”  As John Lennon sang, “Woman is the Nigger of the World,” so spiritual atheists are the niggers of atheism. And I am the nigger of spritual atheism.
By the way, I suggest you remove my TED account, or I may be tempted to make a 3rd attempt to gain the attention of the Giant among Giants. He is the only one I really want to talk to anyway. His minions hold no interest for me.
rawgod gewcolo

rawgod versus the God of Atheism?

The possibilities are endless.

Life is endless.

And I am endless.

A couple months ago I found a website serving the  God of Atheism, Clinton Richard Dawkins. I had tried to reach him before, but I guess I was beneath his notice. This site was about “Militant Atheism,” so figuring that title suited me as well as anyone else, I purposely called him an anti-theist rather than an atheist, because, in my opinion, that is what he is. I believe I have the right to tell someone when I think their anti-theism is hurting the atheistic cause. Continually arguing with, debating, and shaming others is not something to be proud of or praised, but rather something to be condemned for.  So I condemned him for his stance, insinuating that there is no such thing as an atheist movement which was what he seemed to be saying. For him to assume that atheism by its very nature is an organized group of living beings trying to convince the world we live on, the world we live in, that atheism is the only way to go is to assume, as I said above, the godship of the idea of atheism. I am not writing this protest for reading by non-atheists (well, maybe for agnostics who are leaning towards atheism), I am writing to grab the attention of people who are already atheists, or believe themselves to be atheists, to get CRD (not Charles Robert Darwin) to talk to me. He probably does not agree with me that atheism can be a spiritual journey through life. But I know it can be, and I know that it is exactly how I have described it. At least, it is for me, even if for not for anyone else. But since this group of comments was for Militant Atheists, I felt it is my right to FIGHT against anti-theists, and try to make them understand that the chaos of this universe, while it is not controlled, CAN BE CONTROLLED, if one has the desire to do it. And such is my desire.

(The above paragraph is a paraphrase of the first comment I wrote to CRD earlier tonight. The following paragraphs will be unedited (except for typos) of what I wrote tonight, attacking him with everything I could think to use, and still keep my words intelligible. If anyone who reads the following words happens to know the self-appointed God of Atheism, please pass on my message to him. I don’t know him at all except through his written and spoken words, and I might be totally off base on who he is inside his mind, but without meeting the man, I have to go with the image I see of him in public. And in public, he comes across as an intelligent, possibly even a genius of a man. But one with a chip on his shoulder that needs to be excised. And if anyone can do that, I believe I am the surgeon who can succeed. I am a virtual unknown in the world of atheism,  but that doesn’t mean I am weak, or unintelligent, if not a genius myself. And I am not out to argue with him, debate him, or shame him. I just want to show him he can be a much more important person than he already is, if only he would listen to someone besides his ego.)

So, if I do not think atheists should be wasting their time on trying to change closed minds and closed ears, what is it I think they should be doing? The critical words in that sentence being “what is it I think they should be doing.” I think they should be working to improve the state humanity and all other living beings presently find themselves in. So let me define what I mean by “improve.” I’ll start by saying what I know it is not, which is anything to do with god, gold, or government. More people have died on this world because of religious differences. More people have been hurt and caused to live lives of suffering by those who own the most money. And more hatred has been caused by living under different governing systems, which includes words like culture, society, nationality, race, location, and whatever you can think of in that vein. But I have not yet added that system of government that is found all over our world, is worshiped by just about every mother and father, and yet ruins more lives than every other cause mentioned above added all together. That system of government is the nuclear family.
This is not to say that every parent is a bad parent, though 99% of parents screw up their children in some way or other, and not in just one way, but in so many ways it would take a million books to describe them all, and even then some would still be missed. The only people I might leave out of this list are those that have already learned it is best to share parenting as a group, not as individual families, and those would be aboriginal peoples still using the methods they used before the European Empire-builders tore their ways of life apart, believing aboriginal peoples were savages, meanwhile showing themselves to be the most savage group of people that ever lived, and who still live their savage lifestyles to this day.

These are what we must overcome if ever the people of earth are to become worthy of calling themselves human. I don’t have the room here to show how all these problems can be fixed, but I certainly have the room to declare that alienating others is NOT the way to succeed at anything. To succeed at making our planet the home of the mentally and physically healthiest beings in our universe, it will take cooperation, belief in the capabilities of humanity to create positive change, and the will and willingness to get it done.
And one of the first steps is to deconstruct the nuclear family and replace it with communal homes run by psychologically safe and loving people hired as community parents, and that would be their full-time profession. Once these community homes have been established, the next step would be to grow children into responsibly anarchistic adults. Responsible anarchy is the state of being wherein all people take responsibility for their every action, which in turn means that they would take responsibility to help all those around them to become responsible for themselves too. Remember, we are all members of one species, even though we seldom ever accept responsibility for ourselves, let alone responsibility for those around us. We would rather violate those around us in ways that show no respect for the fact we are all related. But this change is not only possible, it is probable. That is because, even as we are all physically related, we are also all spiritually related. While evolution accounts for for growth from single-celled beings to beings made up of somewhere between 30 to 37 trillion cells, spiritual evolution has helped raise us from never-concious instinct-driven beings to always-concious intelligence-driven beings capable of all types of genius.

But, a a member of the group of living beings extant upon our planet, individual lives can have other purposes. The life of my spirit, which has gone through millions of incarnations, shows my purpose is to be the best person I can be. And while I have not reached that point yet, I am working on it. Thanks to being born human, I can still see where improvements can be made. Thanks to having been born in Canada, I have been able to see what still needs to be improved. And thanks to having been born in a nuclear family, I can see its flaws. This is why I can say what my purpose is.

What next if ever I accomplish this task? I don’t know, and I don’t care. I know it won’t be heaven, hell, nirvana, paradise, Mt Olympus, Bifrost, or any other human-imagined place of reward. I expect it will be a place where the fight to survive and progress will be even harder than in our present universe. The chaos will be even more chaotic. But life as we do not know it will still be there, in some form or formlessness, shapeless or shapeshifting, monocellular, multicellular, or non-cellular.

The possibilities are endless.

Life is endless.

And I am endless.

Please, ia anyone out there?

Apologies to Anyone Following My Blog

I am presently going through an unexpected and good interruption in my blog life. I chanced upon a natural food supplement product with amazing abilities, and it made such a difference in my life I became a distribution agent for it in my area of the world. I started a one-man business operation. And doing that was much more involved than I thought. I haven’t hardly had any time for myself lately, and hopefully I will soon have time to get other things attended to, such as this blog.

The worst part, as my blog goes, is that I was simultaneously writing about two different seemingly unrelated topics, one being answering a blog that was in favour of capital punishment, at least at times, which I was countering with my belief that the prison system is just spiteful revenge with no real attempt at bring lost spirits back into the human herd, including why I thought that way, and how I would remedy the situation, which I have given you the name “Restorative Justice”  (RJ) but not said anything, I don’t think, as to how and why RJ is the better choice. RJ is the process Aboriginal North Americans, at the very least, dealt with their people who did not work for the benefit of the nations and its citizens (before Europeans came and screwed up their entire culture.) And in the middle of writing on that topic, I found my resolve was wavering on my understanding of the concept of reincarnation. It was mandatory for me to switch to the more spiritual topic.

I am NOT changing my belief that reincarnation is real, just only as to how the process happens. My blog page on Experimenting with Reincarnation still stands as far as what happens to the spirit inside a person’s body upon death, but I am now questioning if it is logical and if it explains the differences in character between most human beings, and for that matter, most mammalian beings. The story of my cat Loki tells me that genius is NOT just a human thing, and it was very much an honour to have been allowed to live with him. On the other hand was my feline friend Freebee, who chose me over his original person, and moved in with me by his own choice. He trusted me with his life, and it was a good life for many years, but when I decided to move from Winnipeg to “some other place,” (a destination I never thought about, it was just time to get out of where I was,) I could not find a new home for him, so took him to the humane society thinking they would be able to find him a new home to live out his last years in. But the instant he entered the Shelter building, he knew he hated it there, but I did not know what else I could do for him. I left him there anyway, and as I was about to open the outside door I saw a small sign on the back of the door that would not be seen as a person entered: Non-compliant animals will be euthanized.

Hearing the commotion going on in the room where I had left Freebee told me that with at least the person’s care that I left him in, he was being non-compliant. Did they have to euthanize him? I’ll never know, but because I could not afford to take him with me, I still left him there, knowing his probable fate. Thirty years later I still suffer for what probably happened to him, knowing after I read the sign he would likely be dead within the hour, and the tears rolling down my cheeks as I drove away were not enough to cleanse my heart of having murdered a dear friend. Who did the actual act I don’t know, but it was me who deserted a friend who loved me more than life itself, and he deserved a better end. Those tears I cried that day are once again being released, still trying to assuage my betrayal and guilt that I have endured ever since.

Though this story is completely unrelated to anything about reincarnation, I needed to tell it, because it shows how heartless I can be. Even though I didn’t know where I was going, it wasn’t a definite thing that Freebee could have still found a life with me. In future years I have had other feline friends, having six of them right now, but anything I do for them can never make up for what I did to Freebee. How could I have been so cruel?????

Now my dirty laundry has been aired once more, and if you want to hate me for what I did, sobeit. I take full responsibility for his murder. And that comes not just from my ego, it comes from the deepest part of my spirit where I believe every life should be allowed to live to its natural end. And maybe this is related after all, to my feelings about the prison system, and especially capital punishment. I am generally a man without a conscience except the one I created for myself. It is a variation on the Golden Rule we are all taught as children, but I have changed it in a way that gives it more depth, and therefore, I think, more value. But on that day I left Winnipeg, I put it aside for my ego’s comfort, I thought. It turned out my spirit definitely overrules my ego on this matter, and my ego hurt my spirit to its core. I leave you with this thought:



Freebee, please forgive for that which I willingly did unto you.