No Matter What…
Republicans will never be able to buy what they most desperately want.
I’ve completely lost hope for a Democratic win in the 2024 Election:
1) It doesn’t have anything to do with Joe Biden’s abilities.
2) It doesn’t affect my understanding that God exists.
It’s based on personal experience and my understanding of world history.
Wealthy, often psychopathic, people have always managed to acquire power, but that’s not where anyone will find God.
Does that mean I think everyone should stop speaking “truth to power”?
No.
It means that I am going to refocus my attention on the incredible number of profound events I’ve experienced that I can only attribute to God because understanding the nature of God matters.
I’m not going to add, “…now more than ever!” because this has always been the case in regard to power dynamics.
Name calling isn’t going to stop me from sharing the stories.
I’ve found strength in many places, including the fact that Socrates recognized a similar kind of force in his life. Carl Jung describes it with incredible clarity.
No one will ever be able to take the events away from me.
No one can buy them.
No one can control them.
They are often difficult to understand, which is why people mischaracterize and fail to recognize God.
I believe God has given/is giving me these stories because I’m the kind of person who is willing to give them the kind of focus, the kind of attention, they deserve.
We have access to thousands of years of information that supports what I have to share, but even if all of that were to go away, even if all of the people with that kind of knowledge were to go away, God will continue to give people, perhaps only the downtrodden, the kind of beauty no one can buy.
Additional Alt Text for “You’ve got a friend!” note left on Washington State ferry:
“NO MATTER WHAT, I wouldn’t ever forget Amber’s goldilocks. Somehow the universe didn’t seem to want me to, either, or it was just the weird way my mind worked. But it turned out I wasn’t alone. Apparently lots of people recognize the “Goldilocks’ Principle.” Three of them appeared during our move…
…The third one revolved around trying to find a job…(it) was just right in a way that I could never have imagined. The store was called The Rack.
I couldn’t help but think about the wilted bouquet and the note signed, R.A.K. How I felt it was left for me. At that time, I pronounced it rock, given the event I experienced with the fossil, but with the unusual spelling, the “a” could be pronounced either way. R.A.K. = Rock or Rack. As crazy as it seemed, it appeared to be both.”
~Memoir: GOD? DAMN
