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About Me
- Bughi
- Music City USA, United States
- I am a poet/songwriter, guitar picker, singer and story teller. I am about as liberal as it gets and am not afraid to appear opinionated. I've been riding a wheel chair since 1999, but I use a walker and have refused to lie down and stay put. I am not done dancing yet.
Yes, I am opinionated. Some say I'm wise. Others say I'm weird. I'm not sure which is more true. It doesn't matter, as I am a most excellent fool.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Hopi prophesies 1-3
Part one
Part two
Part three
My question is this? Who can say this truth is right or wrong? How dare anyone impose, by decree of law, a different belief or in any way interfere with a religion that predate Christianity?
All truths and beliefs are valid, including a complete lack of belief in any deity.
Isn't that the meaning of free will?
Part two
Part three
My question is this? Who can say this truth is right or wrong? How dare anyone impose, by decree of law, a different belief or in any way interfere with a religion that predate Christianity?
All truths and beliefs are valid, including a complete lack of belief in any deity.
Isn't that the meaning of free will?
The New Warriors
There is nothing of dogma in this video. There is no theism as we have all come to know it. No belief is needed. No religion or lack there of is in conflict. It is as simple as the breath of life.
Take from this what you will. I am sure everyone who sees this will take something positive from it.
Take from this what you will. I am sure everyone who sees this will take something positive from it.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Who says we are doomed if we don't believe?
We all hear phrases like "The Lord works in mysterious ways", "it was God's will" or "He/she is in a better place". But should you question those statements, you will find that beliefs are usually steeped in doubt.
When my mother died, her step Daughter's husband, a minister of his own little narrow minded church, explained that she was "unconverted" and therefore had little hope for "eternal life." How comforting. After the service, his wife tried to offer me her little church pamphlet, telling me I could find comfort in her god. "I don't need your pamphlet, or your god." I told her. " believe that if there is such a thing as an after life, my Mom is already there, laughing at your silly dogma. The life she lived was open, generous and giving. If she was too evil for your heaven, I doubt any of you will make it there." I was angry. How dare anyone say such a thing at a memorial service?
These people lived in the same community as she did. I lived two thousand miles away. Yet it took me, staying up all night, trying to find someone who would listen. My mom had called me, saying she was sick and alone and nobody would help her. I called those step children. They said she was a hypochondriac. I called her doctor. He said she was fine a week earlier. I called the United Way and finally convinced them to send an ambulance. She had pneumonia, severe dehydration and she was complaining that her stomach hurt. They took her to the hospital where she remained for several days, then had her released to a local nursing home where she shared the same room with her beloved third husband. She called me from there, complaining that her stomch still hurt. I called the charge nurse to report the problem. When I called again later to check on her, I was told that her step daughter {the one with the preacher husband} had ordered no contact with any of her blood children. I persisted, to no avail. Nobody seemed to realize my mother was never one to complain. If she said something was wrong, something was wrong. Three days later, the same day the Pope died, I got the dreadful call. My mother had been hospitalized again. An aortic aneurysm had exploded and she was dying. She held on for almost 24 hours, suffering severe, horrifying pain, so that she could talk on the phone to her children and tell us good bye.
Her holier than thou second family let her die because their father was sick and not expected to live very long. They feared if she outlived him, they would lose their inheritance. Sometimes I really wish there was such a thing as burning hell fire. Those self righteous people would surely be surprised to find themselves there, wouldn't they?
In the Bible, there are seven deadly sins and seven virtues. See below
Vice Virtue
Lust Chastity
Gluttony Temperance
Greed Charity
Sloth Diligence
Wrath Patience
Envy Kindness
Pride Humility
My mom never fell into the deadly sins category. The seven virtues, on the other hand, describe her perfectly. She didn't go to church. She didn't need to read a bible to know right from wrong, and she never ever would have treated any of these so called Christians the way they treated her. I am proud to say I am just like her, I am not a Christian and I am not worried about what happens after I die. I don't know whether or not there is life after death. I really don't care. I am too busy living this life.
When my mother died, her step Daughter's husband, a minister of his own little narrow minded church, explained that she was "unconverted" and therefore had little hope for "eternal life." How comforting. After the service, his wife tried to offer me her little church pamphlet, telling me I could find comfort in her god. "I don't need your pamphlet, or your god." I told her. " believe that if there is such a thing as an after life, my Mom is already there, laughing at your silly dogma. The life she lived was open, generous and giving. If she was too evil for your heaven, I doubt any of you will make it there." I was angry. How dare anyone say such a thing at a memorial service?
These people lived in the same community as she did. I lived two thousand miles away. Yet it took me, staying up all night, trying to find someone who would listen. My mom had called me, saying she was sick and alone and nobody would help her. I called those step children. They said she was a hypochondriac. I called her doctor. He said she was fine a week earlier. I called the United Way and finally convinced them to send an ambulance. She had pneumonia, severe dehydration and she was complaining that her stomach hurt. They took her to the hospital where she remained for several days, then had her released to a local nursing home where she shared the same room with her beloved third husband. She called me from there, complaining that her stomch still hurt. I called the charge nurse to report the problem. When I called again later to check on her, I was told that her step daughter {the one with the preacher husband} had ordered no contact with any of her blood children. I persisted, to no avail. Nobody seemed to realize my mother was never one to complain. If she said something was wrong, something was wrong. Three days later, the same day the Pope died, I got the dreadful call. My mother had been hospitalized again. An aortic aneurysm had exploded and she was dying. She held on for almost 24 hours, suffering severe, horrifying pain, so that she could talk on the phone to her children and tell us good bye.
Her holier than thou second family let her die because their father was sick and not expected to live very long. They feared if she outlived him, they would lose their inheritance. Sometimes I really wish there was such a thing as burning hell fire. Those self righteous people would surely be surprised to find themselves there, wouldn't they?
In the Bible, there are seven deadly sins and seven virtues. See below
Vice Virtue
Lust Chastity
Gluttony Temperance
Greed Charity
Sloth Diligence
Wrath Patience
Envy Kindness
Pride Humility
My mom never fell into the deadly sins category. The seven virtues, on the other hand, describe her perfectly. She didn't go to church. She didn't need to read a bible to know right from wrong, and she never ever would have treated any of these so called Christians the way they treated her. I am proud to say I am just like her, I am not a Christian and I am not worried about what happens after I die. I don't know whether or not there is life after death. I really don't care. I am too busy living this life.
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