Firstly, I try and let the comments flow as free as possible. I understand these are intense times but how about some civility to each other ?
From Landslide :
‘To use a good old Anglo Saxon phrase, we are playing silly buggers and a game of make believe where we pretend to be ‘mere mortals’ powerless against an invincible foe. When the truth is that we are eternal spirits and an eternal spirit of love and beauty.
In reality, forgiveness is not necessary but we don’t live in reality. It is a kind of happy illusion designed to undo our guilt.
Is total forgiveness of everyone and everything, and the Self possible ? Can we love everyone and ourself without limits ? Can we reunite with God ? ‘Yes we can’ because it is the will of God and our true will and nature. And what God wills, God gets eventually. All are welcome.
The Time Is Now’
Feeling it ?
Grenfell Tower, West Way, London. De Scent of Smoke.
The Fallen Children.
And forgetting the Birth Day – Twilight Sleep.
From BellyBelly.com :
‘What Is Twilight Sleep? Twilight Sleep, or Dammerschlaf, as it was called by the German doctors who were using it in their clinic, was a drug which provided pain relief and also erased the memory of birth altogether.
What Were The Effects? Not remembering the pain of labour doesn’t necessarily mean there was no pain at the time. Scopolamine caused women to lose their inhibitions, and have no conscious awareness of what was happening to them. The small amount of morphine used didn’t prevent pain, but contributed to women becoming uninhibited, and even psychotic. Many women would thrash around, bang their heads on walls, claw at themselves or staff, and scream constantly. They would either be restrained on their beds, by their wrists and ankles, or put into straight jacket.
Babies were also significantly affected by the use of Twilight Sleep. The drugs would cross the placenta and depress their central nervous system. They would be born drugged, and unable to breathe normally. The commonly used image of babies being held upside down and slapped on the bottom comes from this time – when doctors would attempt to revive comatose newborn babies.’
And freaky video time.
For a good number of years, I have understood that the end game or aim was reunion with God, whoever or whatever God actually is.
At times this has seemed a distant dream and a bit pie in the sky. But since my week from hell, I sense that this has become a very real possibility. And from experience, I know that sometimes we make these big leaps and it can be many years before the next stage. So there could still be many rivers to cross.
The upshot is that I am saying Yes to At Onement.
Anyone care to join me ?