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?

Rethinking Reincarnation Again

A brief History of Reincarnation, and Me

Here I am again, this time not writing off the top of my head, but writing from inside of my head, still not knowing for sure what I will say, but tonight I have a direction to go in. I wish I knew how to put background music onto a blog, because there are two or three songs I would love for you to listen to while reading this particular blog page. I would start with Neil Diamond singing Skybird, ( and follow it up with Eric Burdon and the Animals singing “New York 1963 – America 1968 (, ending with Eric Burdon and War doing Visions of Rassan ( These songs tell the story of a search for something humanity has yearned for from the time we realized we were intelligent, because we knew naught from whence that intelligence came.

It is my belief that intelligence came from reincarnation. And the knowledge of reincarnation came from the Indian subcontinent. While most people alive at the time were spending their days hunting for food, clothing, and other needs for survival, there was a group or groups of people who had enough sustenance to allow them time to think with their minds about why they even had minds. They exchanged their ideas with their fellow thinkers and other fellow thinkers, until they came together as a group and declared intelligence came from being born to this world time after time after time. And how were they able to do this? Because they were still close enough to their own incarnations to remember some bits of where they had come from.

And from this one declaration came great philosophies of thought, and great religions that celebrated their discoveries. But as these great thinkers died and passed on their thoughts and words were twisted and turned around on themselves until the common castes forgot the purposes of reincarnation. And made of them a joke they used to defraud those who were luckier or richer than themselves. Only in the monasteries was the wisdom of the great thinkers preserved. But they too over time lost sight of the whole, and became but pieces of it. Each monastery specialized in the thoughts and wisdom of a single thinker, until there were many forms and sects of first the Hindu religion, and later the Buddhist philosophies as re-revealed by the Buddha to the people and monks of the various sects in a vain attempt to rebuild the whole from all the pieces of its parts. But not even the Buddha could do that, because he did not know where all the monasteries were located, so he could only reunite those of which he was aware. Of that he did an incredible piece of work, showing all the people what he thought it would look like were all the various sects rejoined in one big all-knowing group. His mistake, as was, and still is today, the mistake all great teachers have suffered from every era of intelligent life, They gave their wisdom away to people who could not understand it, and it did not take many generations to obscure the teacher’s wise words into that which he did not say. And that which the Buddha rebuilt from the ashes of the Great Thinkers tumbled down once more until as had happened to the great thinkers of the past, even as it would happen to those teachers who came after them, they died.

The funny thing about life on this world is that everything must always change. And this is especially true for humans from any and all generations. Change happens, and that which was truth become fiction, and fiction will become fact, and fact will become truth until it too is supplanted by a newer, more seemingly eternal Truth. But there is no such thing as eternal Truth, because, as I said earlier, everything always changes. Further, one can control his or her ideas, thoughts and wisdom from the grave. Once dead, always dead. No?

No. The wisdom might be gone from “samsara,” the physical world, as far as the death-on-Earth of the thinker in question, but it is not gone from the universe.

Where, then, is it gone to? In my opinion/belief system, It is gone to a wisdom bank of sorts, a place I originally thought was the universe in total, but on a different plane of existence, the plane of the Spirit of Origin. But as of this moment, since I cannot tell if it is ego or spirit that is doing the thinking, my gut feeling is that there are a great number of wisdom banks which have a certain number of spirits attached to them, but that number depends on how many spirits are on Earth or elsewhere in the universe at any given time. And the reason I think this is because I feel like I have been connected to my wisdom bank for hundreds or thousands of millennia…

( I actually think these banks were not for collecting wisdom at the start of life in our universe, because there was no such thing as wisdom in the early stages of life from the single cell onward until life reached the macro-multicellular stage where life began to think, rather than allowing instinct to be the only guide that a being could follow. It is at that time when life realized there were three raison d’être for life, which had ezisted since the dawn of physical life: live as long as you can, procreate as much as you can, and progress in some fashion as far as you can. These were not rules or directives or anything like that. How they even developed I cannot imagine, but somehow they did, And they drove life to continue, to multiply, and especially to develop better and better ways of improving something or someone or somehow between the physical doors of birth and death. I know, for myself, it was the banks that saved the improvements through the process of spiritual reincarnation.)

…And it is the number of incarnations connected to my wisdom bank that leads people to sense something in me that makes them feel and say the things they do.

In Buddhism it is said the physical body is connected to an Overself by a silver cord, which is basically the equivalent of my wisdom bank. Twice in my life I have had Near-Life Experiences, as opposed to near-death experiences. Both times my consciousness, be it my spirit or my mind or some other piece of the me that excludes my ego, travelled up a long shining tunnel that could be described as silverish. The destination I arrived at was incredibly beautiful, not only in sight, but also in sound, Each time I write about these experiences, I pull out my memory of that beauty, and it never fails to amaze me in its connecting electrified coloured lines of light, bobbing and weaving over, under and around each other, all musical notes corresponding with different colours, chords being represented by different weaves of colours, the music sounding closest to classical, and a definite feeling of home, but like on the veranda with an open door in front of me.

The first time I was there, a voice sounded in my head, speaking a language I did not understand, but still instantly translated into English for me, an instant echo booming in my head. “You are here before your time! You must choose to stay or go back.” I made an instant decision, basing that decision on two things: first, I did not want to leave my body a vegetable. Now I knew how so many others were turned into vegetables, still alive but no one home to direct what the body did or said; second, I had always thought I was born to do something important, and now I knew what it was. I would be my responsibility to tell the world about this experience. I was so close to entering the door, but then I was flying back through the silver tunnel at twenty times the speed I had travelled to get there. And I did get back, just like in the movies, with no time to spare. I looked ahead and imagined seeing bricklayers closing up the hole into my head where the silver tunnel emptied into the brain. I dived through just as the last brick was about to be placed, and I felt my spirit filling up my squishy flesh again. I opened my eyes, looked at the clock, and over two hours had passed since I last saw that clock. In my mind, it was barely seconds.

I soon fell asleep, which I had never done while high on acid ever, but I didn’t seem to suffer for that. But I did wake up exhausted the next day, wondering, but knowing that it was all true. One thing for sure, I didn’t feel anything like the same person who had woke up yesterday morning in this very bed.

How was I different that day. It’s not easy to remember almost 50 years later, but I can still close my eyes and see those beautiful lights, but I cannot hear the music that controlled them. To the best of my knowledge, has nothing like them, because I’m not sure the experience can be reproduced by even the most sophisticated computer imaginable, because it would take the mind of a software genius who has been “there” to even know where to start. And while I have been there, I am not a software genius. And if a software genius did go there, and return to tell the tale, it would only be written in the spaces between the seconds of measured time because in the seconds between spaces there would be no interest in repeating what had already been experienced.


Rethinking Reincarnation

Memoirs of a Hippie

I am writing this off the top of my head, so even I don’t know where it will take me. For years I have believed that reincarnation works as I described it in an earlier blog called “Experimenting with Reincarnation.” I never doubted that I was wrong, or even could be wrong. The Buddhists talk about releasing themselves from the world of “samsara,” meaning the physical world in which our bodies live and act between birth and death. They also talk about freeing themselves from “ego,” which I think is the same thing, only using the living language of English as opposed to the almost dead language of “Sanskrit.” Latin is to us and our ancestors mainly a language of science and religion, so that while it is dead it is still being used today in very strict ways, but no one speaks it as an everyday language. In the Middle East, throughout the Indian subcontinent, and encroaching into the Far East, meaning Afghanistan, Tajikistan, India, Tibet, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Myanmar, and possibly even Sri Lanka, Sanskrit was the language of trade and economy of many peoples, thus affecting many Indo-European languages to the point it’s descendant languages were spoken by more people than those who spoke Latin-based languages, the languages that grew out of ancient Rome. And equally as Latin is still the language of science and religion, Sanskrit is still the language of scienceand religion in that area, but is also the language of philosophy, and even some of the spoken or written arts in subcontinental India and surrounding nations. Unlike Latin, however, Sanskrit is slowly being revived in certain areas, I would suggest possibly because Sanskrit is a more precise language, whereas, like English and other languages, words are becoming confusing, having more than one meaning through common usage.

So much for the history lesson, I just wish I could write in Sanskrit so I could be more precise in why I might be changing my mind about how reincarnation really works. Certainly, beyond death, there is or are (a) bank(s) or (a) reservoir(s) of collected wisdom that incarnating spirits bring to the physical world inside them. This wisdom doesn’t show up right away, of course, but as a child grows into a teen their personalities generally change to some extent, a change that becomes more and more apparent as the teen become a young adult, and beyond until we end up with people who all started out the same way at birth (knowing nothing) becoming older adults with such different characteristics it is unable to be explained by nature (DNA) or nurture (how they were raised) WITHOUT the colour of the background of reincarnation. I am not going to even try to rule out nature or nurture, because that would be foolish. Your DNA affects you physically, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. Your nurture can affect you mentally, being brought up in a good home by loving parents or brought up surrounded by physical, mental, or sexual abuse including any combination of those three factors. Then there are the problems of the early death of a parent or sibling, entering the children’s services system where any kind of happiness or hell is possible, having good and loving friends or friends who are just using you for something you probably would not even realize until years later, if ever. That is what life is like in our modern society where parents own their children until they prove totally incapable of parenting a child or children.  Such children can very easily turn into adults with all kinds of neuroses or psychoses, just as children can who are born into rich families where the parents have no time for their children and they lavish them with money instead of love. All these conditions and many more can adversely affect how children become adults, if they ever grow beyond mentally remaining a child for life. And what of the children who grow up in a loving family, that is still no guarantee that they will become good people when they grow up? Most of these children will grow up to be good people, but not all of them. Some of the world’s most famous psychopaths or sociopaths were the product of good and loving parents and homes.  Conversely, not all people who grow up with physical problems and/or abusive parents or friends, or illnesses of the mind will become bad people. Who can know why? Not our psychologists and psychiatrists, that is for sure, because they aren’t allowed to even think reincarnation is real, or might have a hand in whether people grow up nice or not.

Here I offer myself as an example of a child who grew up with an abusive father, and a weak mother who died early of cancer, leaving my devil of a father to raise ten children alone. He sexually abused my three sisters, and physically and/or mentally abused all ten of us kids, even my little brother who was born with Downs Syndrome. Being the one with the “brains” of the family, I was probably the brunt of my father’s rage as he accused me more than once of “stealing my little brother’s brains.” I’m not going to say I didn’t have lots of medical and mental problems as I grew up and some that have lasted to today, as I sit here a 67 year-old man, living with a woman much younger than I (close to 20 years, and six cats) and with a complete litany of medical conditions. But in spite of all that, and other things that I did or had happen to me in life, I have a smile on my face and a Bachelor of Social Work in my pocket after finally graduating university at the ripe young age of 57. The other thing I have is a VERY STRONG sense of spirituality that I did not realize was so strong until many many years ago when an acquaintance (we didn’t know each other well enough to be friends) told me that I was alive way before my time, that I had an innate wisdom that far exceeded his mother and father put together. But not so much wisdom that when I was approached by a Buddhist monk about a year later, he looked deep deep deep into my eyes and said these words to me, and they were the only words spoken between us in that single meeting, “You’re not ready yet.” And with that he turned on his heel and virtually disappeared out the door of a restaurant where I was having a late snack before heading for home in an abandoned house in East Vancouver.

Those are the kinds of things that have happened to me in all kinds of circumstances, by people I had never met before.  Once a woman told me I scared her because my eyes were so old. Other people who read my poetry which I was writing in my “I want to become a poet” period, told me there was something in what they read that spoke to the future of life, a future they had never imagined. The most recent such event was only about 6 tears ago when I got into a taxicab in Edmonton, and the East Indian or Pakistani driver turned around to face me at a red light, and said, “You are very wise, you will never return to this world again. This is your last incarnation.” Then the light turned green, he put up the plastic screen between us, and did not say another word to me until the end of the trip, at which point I paid my fare and offered him a tip to which he put out his hand in a “stop” gesture, and said “It was my honour to drive you today.”

What am I to make of all these strange occurrences? The Buddhist monk was the most bewildering event in my life, though I have had many others that would be considered close seconds. However, it was his words that drove me after our very short encounter. I was already into spiritual studies on my own before that, but he inspired me to delve even deeper, and to study Buddhism to the best of my ability in the days before computers and the internet. There were very few books on Eastern religions and philosophies in Canada at that time, the Beatles had not yet travelled as a band to India, though George Harrison had had discussions with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi sometime earlier when he went to India to study the sitar.  After the Beatles went east to study Buddhism there was much more interest in Hinduism, Buddhism, and the Hare Krshna movement than ever before in the West, and it would grow because the Beatles led the way (again). Hinduism and Hare Krshna movements were about as attractive to me as was the Jesus Freak movement that had started on the West Coast around that same time. Young people were falling off the bus joining whatever group would take them in. And then along came Scientology and they were extreme, but that made them all the more magnetic to people who had never had anything. The youth of America had “dropped in, tuned out, and turned on,” so Timothy Leary had said, and they had been becoming hippies and flower children. Suddenly they were becoming desperately religious, but mostly not for the religions of their parents, those were passe and no fun at all. Christian-based religions  called for suffering and eternal damnation, with a slim possibility of reaching heaven if you could stay sinless for the rest of your life. Young people had been eschewing money and material things for drugs and excitement.  Now they were eschewing drugs and excitement for Eastern religions. The Western world was changing, and our beliefs about the world and life on this world were changing too. And one of the biggest changes for those years was the advent of the Buddhist and Hindu philosophies of reincarnation. The idea of reincarnation blew a wide swath through our subculture, affecting different people different ways.

I was (and still am) a hippie, but I was not doing drugs for excitement. I started with smoking marijuana, and after each time I smoked it I began to notice an increase in my ability to think. While I may have been speaking on a normal conversation level, my mind busy listening to what I was saying, and was translating my words inside my head, looking for hidden gems of wisdom that could be garnered from my words. And there were a lot of those, maybe nothing world-changing, but ideas that were changing how I functioned in the world.  At that time I was living off money earned by selling marijuana and hashish to people who wanted it, never to anyone who didn’t approach me.  And that was also the time that I started doing LSD (acid, we called it), the drug that really opened my mind to possibilities so far outside the box of normal thought that I couldn’t even see the box anymore.  Where were all these ideas coming from? I knew they were coming from me, from my mind, but how did they ever get there?

That was also the time that I became more careless in who I was selling drugs to. I was still only selling to people who wanted the drugs I was willing to sell, the list of two drugs I mentioned earlier, but now I was also selling acid, because I believed in it, and I believed it could help others the way it was helping me. Even so, as I said, I was getting careless, and I ended up selling drugs to two undercover RCMP narcotics agents. I was still living in Vancouver at the time, sleeping on the beach at English Bay, or at crash houses some of the more moneyed hippies were setting up. The two undercover agents, using the names of Sunset and Hart, befriended me and let me stay with them for awhile, as long as I turned them on to the dealers that were supplying those of us who sold the drugs on the streets. And I did a fine job of that, not realizing I was leading them to almost all the dealers in the West End of Vancouver, Kitsilano Beach, and even North Vancouver. At first I never clued into the fact that these two “fellow hippies,” who said they were AWOL from the army or something stupid like that, were not selling or using the drugs themselves, but were sending them back to “friends” in Saskatchewan where such drugs were said to be very scarce. I started to get nervous, something wasn’t going right, so one day I bought a bus ticket to Hope, which was all I could afford, and hitchhiked the rest of the way back home to Winnipeg where I started going back to school to finish my Grades 11 and 12. I was still keeping up on any news that came out of Vancouver, and when I heard that a number of people got busted by undercover narcs, and I read some of the names, I knew what had happened and that I was responsible for a lot of those people getting arrested and being sent to prison. I disappeared even deeper into normal society, and thanked my lucky stars that I got out of Vancouver in time. I took a part time job at a local grocery store to help finance my rent and meals while I was in school, and I thought I was safe.

to be continued…

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 You will find there a much expanded version of some of the things I have discussed here tonight. Alternatively you can go to 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.


Everyone has the same rights

The more postings I read on the Internet by supposed “atheists” leave me thinking these people are not atheists, but rather anti-theists. They seem to spend all their time arguing with believers-in-some-form-of-god OR writing about how there are so many mistakes in the Bible that it cannot be correct OR they just spend their time listing how superior they are to theists. I see no use in calling themselves atheists when they seem to have no conception of what their own atheism really means to them. Most of us mouth the words with hardly any breath behind it to say “Atheists are people who do not believe in God or gods.” Okay, if that is what they believe, why are so many of them prosthelytizing their atheism by running theists and theist literature down. I’ll admit I did the same thing when first I renounced religion and moved on to agnosticism and then atheism. But I didn’t do it for 40 years or so, I did it for maybe 6 months, and then I went on to find out what atheism means to me. Atheism looks for a more plausible story of creation, such as the Big Bang story where two cells came together as do a sperm and an ova, and a new life was created. That life is alive and living as our universe. No one knows where these two cells came from, but neither does a baby know it too started out when a sperm met an ova. Sounds plausible to me.

Atheism also believes in life. Life is that bit of magic, the one I call spirit, entering the rapidly growing body of the baby resulting from the sperm joining with the ova. It could be that our bodies are a universe within us. By comparing our bodies to the body called the universe, earthly life suggests that the universe too has a spirit, and that spirit has life. Perhaps our lives are directly joined to the universal life. Again, a very plausible story. Why reinvent the wheel?

And, if you believe in life, why not believe in the Three Prime Directives that seem to be part of every form of life we know. Every living being, every cell of every living being, seems to want to do three things:

1) Live as long as possible
2) Procreate as much as possible
3) Progress or advance as far as possible (dare I use the word “evolve?”

This is what atheism means to me. In fact, this is what Life means to me. That we (every living being in existence past, present, and future) are all joined as one being, the body of which is the universe we live in.

So, am I not saying I believe in a god, after all? No, definitely not, because the word God means many things, such as the creator, the ruler of the earth if not the universe, a being who knows the fall of a sparrow (and every time you kill a mosquito or a spider, or every one of God’s creations that some hunter slaughters for the joy of it), a being who creates disasters or kills children to teach us a lesson, and whatever else Gods are supposed to do. The life that inhabits my universe does none of these things, for it is barely rational yet. What it knows is what we embodied spirits know, which isn’t very much when you look at all the knowledge that must exist in our universe. All we know is what happens on earth, and a bit of what happens in our solar system. Hell, we don’t even know if Pluto is a planet, a moon, an asteroid, a dead superdreadnaught space vehicle captured by the gravity of our sun as it harmlessly passed our solar system, or an animated dog named Pluto by Walt Disney or one of his cronies. Beyond our solar system we speculate that we know things like galaxies and quasars, but we don’t Know them. They might in fact be lights coming through holes the size of pinpricks in a great huge canopy that encloses our solar system to keep us from contaminating the rest of our universe. We just don’t know, so neither does the being that is the universe. It isn’t a god, it is just a living being like us, exactly like us.

Maybe the universal body has the potential to become a god, I don’t know, and it doesn’t know, but I doubt that, or we would all have to be gods to all the living beings that live on planets in star systems in galaxies in the universes that are each of us. It stands to reason. And it even agrees with one of the first assertions of the Bible, that man is made in the likeness of God. Could be, I guess?

But that still does not explain anti-theism. Theists have the same rights as any atheist, to believe what they want, to do what they want, to exist and procreate and evolve if they want. So why are we bothering them with our “we are better than you” attitudes. No, all of us are on a journey called life, and some have progressed farther than others, and things like viruses and bacteria are just coming to life on earth for the very first time, to keep on advancing our numbers as they come into being, live as long as they can, procreate as much as they can, and evolve as far as they can. I say let them be, we once stood where they now stand, and they will stand where we presently stand. Some of them will even surpass us someday, because not all people evolve at the same rate, and some will see what we cannot see right now, where the original Big Bang Baby came from, or is going to. Those are my mysteries of life, and I don’t expect to know the answers in this lifetime.


3 States of SPIRITUALITY…and more

as observed and experienced by rawgod

Knowing where you stand can lead you to a happy life, filled with fun and adventure. Not knowing where you stand… Well, confusion and paranoia are two things that come to mind. This is why I am writing down what observation and experience have taught me about spirituality. For some people spirituality only means one thing, religion. To others it is anything to do with god, or gods. (Gods are generally believed to be superbeings who live outside of the world and possibly outside of the universe. They are believed to have power over the fates of individuals and or groups of people. Gods are believed to be creators of the universe.) Others think of it as talking about an eternal spirit within you. My personal definition of spirituality is the state of being wherein feeling and understanding can go and often do go beyond the realm of sensory perception, with particular attention to the interconnectedness of all living beings, and encompasses both religious and non-religious beings. In other words, I believe that all life is connected, no matter its size, shape, colour, place of birth, or level of intelligence, if any. Every life matters, because we are all alive. When we look at the world through the eyes of science, we find there are three natural states of matter: solids that do not change their shapes if left alone; liquids that can change their shape but not their volume; and gases that can change their shape and their volume to fill whatever container they are in, including invisible containers made by exerting pressures on the gases. For example, water is the most common substance on earth, and it naturally occurs in all three states of matter. As a solid we call it ice, as a liquid we call it water, and as a gas we call it water vapour. This is knowable through science. Now comes the kicker, the giant leap from the scientifically knowable to the scientifically unknowable, spirituality. Spirituality cannot be measured, nor can it be forced to be a solid, or liquid, or gas. Yet, despite the limitations of science, spirituality can be observed and experienced as if it were matter. The three natural states of spirituality are: exclusionary group, equivalent to a solid; individual exclusionary, which acts like a liquid, and universal inclusive, which acts like a gas. Every human being on earth is capable of existing in any of these three states, just as water exists in any of its three states. Water, though, can only change states by outside forces. And, while humans can be changed by outside forces, they can also change themselves by inner forces.

I have observed that most humans start out at birth in the spiritual state of the exclusionary group. They are taught by their parents (or guardians) to have the same religion or spirituality as their parents (or guardians). All religions and religious philosophies exist in a solid state. There is a core group of people that remain together keeping faith in the same beliefs as their parents did. As long as the child remains faithful to those same beliefs, it becomes part of the exclusionary group, which protects itself by excluding people of different faiths and traditions. Hinduism, Judaism, Catholic Christianity, Islam, Protestant Christianity, Taoism, Shinto, and Falun Gong are all religions (or religious philosophies) that count their memberships in the millions of believers. There is some cross-over and/or amalgamation on a minor scale, but not enough to take note of here. The change from one religion to another usually happens without a person excluding himself or herself from having some kind of religious faith. Group strength is derived from the number of its adherents.

But there are people who do exclude themselves from exclusionary groups, and choose either to live on the outside, either while looking for a new religion to replace their old one, or trying to decide if any religion is worthy of their membership. These people are called agnostics, not necessarily believing in a god, but not ready to state there is no god for them to believe in. Also in this state are non-believers in any god, called Atheists. There are no set beliefs for Atheists, they can each think for themselves if life has a meaning, or if life stops when a being dies. They can live peacefully on the outside of exclusionary groups, or on the inside of such groups trying to create as much chaos as possible. Some atheists can be seen to be god-deniers, as instead of living their lives as contributors to the global community or the universal community, they seem to live their lives attempting to prove that gods cannot exist, and that religious books are full of mistakes, contradictions, and sometimes outright nonsense. How they would react if proof of gods were suddenly found it is impossible to know. Their strength comes mostly from within, but weaknesses are present from the outsides.

Members of the third state of spirituality, which I have named universal inclusive, are still rare, but their numbers are slowly growing. Most are Atheist, but some can belong to exclusionary groups and combine their religious beliefs with their universal beliefs. Again, there is no set belief system, but there is the feeling that they are part of a universal community with all intelligent beings, if not all living beings. They see no need to spend their time debating the existence or non-existence of gods, but rather they use their lives to protect the weak from the powerful, to aid the sick and dying, to help people with addictions put their lives back together and become healthy citizens of the universe again, if they ever were. (A lot of people, such as myself, were so abused as children, whether mentally, physically, or sexually, that they never had the opportunity to be healthy. These are the people who need extra care, and a universal inclusive will work extra hard to help them heal. Meanwhile, beings in this spiritual state can find friends in any state of spirituality, because they realize that they all are on a journey called life, and no matter how long or short that journey is, there is not enough time for fighting. World peace, having enough healthy food and clean water to survive, not having to fear that someone is going to kill or maim them for no reason other than they look or think or speak differently, these can all be goals of the universal inclusive. My personal feeling is that they should be the goals of all living beings.


As an adjunct to this posting I would like to take a look at anthrpocentrism, which is just a big word that means human beings see themselves as the most important species on the planet, the species with the highest form of intelligence. Certainly humans have changed the world more than any other species of being alive today, but this is not a sign of being the most intelligent species. We humans are definitely the most mobile species, according to scientists who assert that the ancestors of humans started out from a valley in Africa, and are now found on every continent in the world. Our numbers rival that of many species, but bacteria and viruses outnumber us by the millions, if not billions or trillions. No, I don’t think that viruses or bacteria are necessarily intelligent, but they certainly go everywhere people go, and they show enough intelligence in relation to their size to hitchhike rides to all the places people go. Intelligence is not only human intelligence, but since that is the only intelligence we know of, not including what scientists tell us, that it is easy to think we are the only one who can control what we are doing just by thinking about it. But there is no intelligence involved in keeping us breathing, or wanting to eat, or wanting to propagate our species, every species on earth has those same instincts, or directives. They are a part of life, of all forms of life. Do you think there might be the connection? [Meanwhile, if you are interested, you can find a list (not verified) of the 25 most intelligent animals in the world at