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Conversations with God
An Uncommon Dialogue, Book 1
By Neale Donald Walsch
Chapter One
In the spring of 1992--it was around Easter as I recall--an extraordinary phenomenon occurred in my life. God began talking with you. Through me.
Let me explain.
I was very unhappy during that period, personally, professionally, and emotionally, and my life was feeling like a failure on all levels. As I'd been in the habit for years of writing my thoughts down in letters (which I usually never delivered), I picked up my trusty yellow legal pad and began pouring out my feelings.
This time, rather than another letter to another person I imagined to be victimizing me, I thought I'd go straight to the source; straight to the greatest victimizer of them all. I decided to write a letter to God.
It was a spiteful, passionate letter, full of confusions, contortions, and condemnations. And a pile of angry questions.
Why wasn't my life working? What would it take to get it to work? Why could I not find happiness in relationships? Was the experience of adequate money going to elude me forever? Finally--and most emphatically--What had I done to deserve a life of such continuing struggle?
To my surprise, as I scribbled out the last of my bitter, unanswerable questions and prepared to toss my pen aside, my hand remained poised over the paper, as if held there by some invisible force. Abruptly, the pen began moving on its own. I had no idea what I was about to write, but an idea seemed to be coming, so I decided to flow with it. Out came. . .
Do you really want an answer to all these questions, or are you just venting?
I blinked. . .and then my mind came up with a reply. I wrote that down, too.
Both. I'm venting, sure, but if these questions have answers, I'd sure as hell like to hear them!
You are "sure as hell". . .about a lot of things. But wouldn't it be nice to be "sure as Heaven"?
And I wrote:
What is that supposed to mean?
Before I knew it, I had begun a conversation. . .and I was not writing so much as taking dictation.
That dictation went on for three years, and at the time, I had no idea where it was going. The answers to the questions I was putting on paper never came to me until the question was completely written and I'd put my own thoughts away. Often the answers came faster than I could write, and I found myself scribbling to keep up. When I became confused, or lost the feeling that the words were coming from somewhere else, I put the pen down and walked away from the dialogue until I again felt inspired--sorry, that's the only word which truly fits--to return to the yellow legal pad and start transcribing again.
These conversations are still going on as I write this. And much of it is found on the pages which follow. . .pages which contain an astounding dialogue which at first I disbelieved, then assumed to be of personal value, but which I now understand was meant for more than just me. It was meant for you and everyone else who has come to this material. For my questions are your questions.
I want you to get into this dialogue as soon as you can, because what's really important here is not my story, but yours. It is your life story which brought you here. It is your personal experience to which this material has relevance. Otherwise you would not be here, with it, right now.
So let's enter the dialogue with a question I had been asking for a very long time: How does God talk, and to whom? When I asked this question, here's the answer I received:
I talk to everyone. All the time. The question is not to whom do I talk, but who listens?
Intrigued, I asked God to expand on this subject. Here's what God said:
First, let's exchange the word talk with the word communicate. It's a much better word, a much fuller, more accurate one. When we try to speak to each other--Me to you, you to Me, we are immediately constricted by the unbelievable limitation of words. For this reason, I do not communicate by words alone. In fact, rarely do I do so. My most common form of communication is through feeling.
Feeling is the language of the soul.
If you want to know what's true for you about something, look to how you're feeling about it.
Feelings are sometimes difficult to discover--and often even more difficult to acknowledge. Yet hidden in your deepest feelings is your highest truth.
The trick is to get to those feelings. I will show you how. Again. If you wish.
I told God that I did wish, but that right now I wished even more for a complete and full answer to my first question. Here's what God said:
I also communicate with thought. Thought and feelings are not the same, although they can occur at the same time. In communicating with thought, I often use images and pictures. For this reason, thoughts are more effective than mere words as tools of communication.
In addition to feelings and thoughts, I also use the vehicle of experience as a grand communicator.
And finally, when feelings and thoughts and experience all fail, I use words. Words are really the least effective communicator. They are most open to misinterpretation, most often misunderstood.
And why is that? It is because of what words are. Words are merely utterances: noises that stand for feelings, thoughts, and experience. They are symbols. Signs. Insignias. They are not Truth. They are not the real thing.
Words may help you understand something. Experience allows you to know. Yet there are some things you cannot experience. So I have given you other tools of knowing. And these are called feelings. And so too, thoughts.
Now the supreme irony here is that you have all placed so much importance on the Word of God, and so little on the experience.
In fact, you place so little value on experience that when what you experience of God differs from what you've heard of God, you automatically discard the experience and own the words, when it should be just the other way around.
Your experience and your feelings about a thing represent what you factually and intuitively know about that thing. Words can only seek to symbolize what you know, and can often confuse what you know.
These, then, are the tools with which I communicate, yet they are not the methods, for not all feelings, not all thoughts, not all experience, and not all words are from Me.
Many words have been uttered by others, in My name. Many thoughts and many feelings have been sponsored by causes not of My direct creation. Many experiences result from these.
The challenge is one of discernment. The difficulty is knowing the difference between messages from God and data from other sources. Discrimination is a simple matter with the application of a basic rule:
Mine is always your Highest Thought, your Clearest Word, your Grandest Feeling. Anything less is from another source.
Now the task of differentiation becomes easy, for it should not be difficult even for the beginning student to identify the Highest, the Clearest, and the Grandest.
Yet will I give you these guidelines:
The Highest Thought is always that thought which contains joy. The Clearest Words are those words which contain truth. The Grandest Feeling is that feeling which you call love. Joy, truth, love.
These three are interchangeable, and one always leads to the other. It matters not in which order they are placed.
Having with these guidelines determined which messages are Mine and which have come from another source, the only question remaining is whether My messages will be heeded.
Most of My messages are not. Some, because they seem too good to be true. Others, because they seem too difficult to follow. Many, because they are simply misunderstood. Most, because they are not received.
My most powerful messenger is experience, and even this you ignore. Especially this you ignore.
Your world would not be in its present condition were you to have simply listened to your experience. The result of your not listening to your experience is that you keep re-living it, over and over again. For My purpose will not be thwarted, nor My will be ignored. You will get the message. Sooner or later.
I will not force you to, however. I will never coerce you. For I have given you a free will--the power to do as you choose--and I will never take that away from you, ever.
And so I will continue sending you the same messages over and over again, throughout the millennia and to whatever corner of the universe you occupy. Endlessly will I send you My messages, until you have received them and held them close, calling them your own.
My messages will come in a hundred forms, at a thousand moments, across a million years. You cannot miss them if you truly listen. You cannot ignore them once truly heard. Thus will our communication begin in earnest. For in the past you have only talked to Me, praying to Me, interceding with Me, beseeching Me. Yet now can I talk back to you, even as I am doing here.
How can I know this communication is from God? How do I know this is not my own imagination?
What would be the difference? Do you not see that I could just as easily work through your imagination as anything else? I will bring you the exact right thoughts, words or feelings, at any given moment, suited precisely to the purpose at hand, using one device, or several.
You will know these words are from Me because you, of your own accord, have never spoken so clearly. Had you already spoken so clearly on these questions, you would not be asking them.
To whom does God communicate? Are there special people? Are there special times?
All people are special, and all moments are golden. There is no person and there is no time one more special than another. Many people choose to believe that God communicates in special ways and only with special people. This removes the mass of the people from responsibility for hearing My message, much less receiving it (which is another matter), and allows them to take someone else's word for everything. You don't have to listen to Me, for you've already decided that others have heard from Me on every subject, and you have them to listen to.
By listening to what other people think they heard Me say, you don't have to think at all.
This is the biggest reason for most people turning from My messages on a personal level. If you acknowledge that you are receiving My messages directly, then you are responsible for interpreting them. It is far safer and much easier to accept the interpretation of others (even others who have lived 2,000 years ago) than seek to interpret the message you may very well be receiving in this moment now.
Yet I invite you to a new form of communication with God. A two-way communication. In truth, it is you who have invited Me. For I have come to you, in this form, right now, in answer to your call.
Why do some people, take Christ, for example, seem to hear more of Your communication than others?
Because some people are willing to actually listen. They are willing to hear, and they are willing to remain open to the communication even when it seems scary, or crazy, or downright wrong.
We should listen to God even when what's being said seems wrong?
Especially when it seems wrong. If you think you are right about everything, who needs to talk with God?
Go ahead and act on all that you know. But notice that you've all been doing that since time began. And look at what shape the world is in. Clearly, you've missed something. Obviously, there is something you don't understand. That which you do understand must seem right to you, because "right" is a term you use to designate something with which you agree. What you've missed will, therefore, appear at first to be "wrong. "
The only way to move forward on this is to ask yourself, "What would happen if everything I thought was 'wrong' was actually 'right'?" Every great scientist knows about this. When what a scientist does is not working, a scientist sets aside all of the assumptions and starts over. All great discoveries have been made from a willingness, and ability, to not be right. And that's what's needed here.
You cannot know God until you've stopped telling yourself that you already know God. You cannot hear God until you stop thinking that you've already heard God.
I cannot tell you My Truth until you stop telling Me yours.
But my truth about God comes from You.
Who said so?
Others.
What others?
Leaders. Ministers. Rabbis. Priests. Books. The Bible, for heaven's sake!
Those are not authoritative sources.
They aren't?
No.
Then what is?
Listen to your feelings. Listen to your Highest Thoughts. Listen to your experience. Whenever any one of these differ from what you've been told by your teachers, or read in your books, forget the words. Words are the least reliable purveyor of Truth.
There is so much I want to say to You, so much I want to ask. I don't know where to begin.
For instance, why is it that You do not reveal Yourself? If there really is a God, and You are It, why do You not reveal Yourself in a way we can all understand?
I have done so, over and over, I am doing so again right now.
No. I mean by a method of revelation that is incontrovertible; that cannot be denied.
Such as?
Such as appearing right now before my eyes.
I am doing so right now.
Where ?
Everywhere you look.
No, I mean in an incontrovertible way. In a way no man could deny.
What way would that be? In what form or shape would you have Me appear?
In the form or shape that you actually have.
That would be impossible, for I have no form or shape you understand. I could adopt a form or shape that you could understand, but then everyone would assume that what they have seen is the one and only form and shape of God, rather than a form or shape of God--one of many.
People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.
Yet when I come in one particular form or another--a form in which I think people can understand Me--people assign Me that form forevermore.
And should I come in any other form, to any other people, the first say I did not appear to the second, because I did not look to the second as I did to the first, nor say the same things--so how could it have been Me?
You see, then, it matters not in what form or in what manner I reveal Myself--whatever manner I choose and whatever form I take, none will be incontrovertible.
But if You did something that would evidence the truth of who You are beyond doubt or question. . .
. . .there are still those who would say, it is of the devil, or simply someone's imagination. Or any cause other than Me.
If I revealed myself as God Almighty, King of Heaven and Earth, and moved mountains to prove it, there are those who would say, "It must have been Satan."
And such is as it should be. For God does not reveal Godself to Godself from or through outward observation, but through inward experience. And when inward experience has revealed Godself, outward observation is not necessary. And if outward observation is necessary, inward experience is not possible.
If, then, revelation is requested, it cannot be had, for the act of asking is a statement that it is not there; that nothing of God is now being revealed. Such a statement produces the experience. For your thought about something is creative, and your word is productive, and your thought and your word together are magnificently effective in giving birth to your reality. Therefore shall you experience that God is not now revealed, for if God were, you would not ask God to be.
Copyright © 1997 Neale Donald Walsch
"We are not here to learn and know everything because we already know everything. We're here that the Soul may experience Itself When we yearn for our Source while contemplating a star-strewn sky or feel a caress on our cheek causing us to be still while our soul brims over, we don't just know we've been touched by God. We experience Ourselves and in so doing we remember Who We Are and in doing that we offer Praise and Gratitude for our Being. It matters not what order any of this may occur.
This is Good News if not new news. Many spiritual works embody the same universal principles. Truth is Truth after all. However, asking our own questions and accepting the answers puts personal responsibility on us to listen to our ownexperience. "Words are the least reliable purveyor of truth" God says. As a lover of words, while I may expand and expostulate on my experience in writing, it is not the same as experiencing the experience. A work of art or any act of creation is created, not described. Knowing is not enough God says. The soul seeks to experience how magnificent it is. And God is the Omniscient Observer. Like the ever present parent observing a child learning to walk, no matter how many falls, the parent may guide and comfort but cannot step in and walk for the child. Their lives are their own and as parents we trust the process to unfold with peace, joy and love, that is, Life experiencing Itself."
BIBLE REFERENCE PAGE
The Audio Bible
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The Online Study Bible
Parallel/Interlinear Bible..Lexicons..Bible In A Year..Encyclopedias
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N.I.V. Bible
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The Blue Letter Bible
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The World English Bible
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Bible Study Aids
Church History...Josephus...Foxes Book Of Martyrs..Translations
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Bible History--Bible Translation
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History Of The English Bible
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My Utmost For His Highest Official Site
Daily Devotional Readings From A Man Of God
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CAN I GET AN AMEN!!!!
Hi Matt you out there? I have a request. We have a place to store private research links but not a public. IE Bible links for all to read. I spent last night posting many links to find out I was not sharing them with others...
"What’s Your Family’s Aroma?"
Did you know that, to maintain our emotional and physical health, we should hug and kiss our wives and children at least eight times a day?
I’m Bill McCartney… It’s 4TH and Goal!
When was the last time we grabbed our wives and pulled them close just to tell them how much we love them? Do we call our daughters ‘princess’, or do we tear them down in front of family and friends? Do our sons see us as pals to go play catch with? Or, is ‘dad’ the guy in front of the TV, not to be disturbed?
Hey, did you know that, especially for the type ‘A’ personality, hugging our wives and children eight times daily will actually increase our life spans by about two years? Human beings need to live in a warm, supportive environment.
What kind of environment exists in our homes? Do our homes purr along like a brand new Mercedes or sputter and backfire like a never-been-tuned 1972 Ford Pinto? Guys, we have a lot to do with the family aroma in our homes. Aroma stands for Affection, Respect, Order, Merriment, and Affirmation.
If we’re affectionate, our wives and children will know they’re loved. If we respect our children and earn their respect, our children will grow up with a healthy concept of authority, and the worth of others. If our homes have order and well-defined rules, they’ll run smoothly and will be a refuge.
If we laugh with our kids, or make routine things fun, we’ll develop lasting bonds with them. Finally, if we affirm our wives and children, they’ll have a strong sense of self-worth.
So, how can we develop a pleasant family aroma? Well, how about planning a Family Fun Night? We can get out the old photo albums, and share childhood stories with our kids. We can bring our wives flowers, find a babysitter for the kids, and make a candlelight dinner for her. On a cold, wintry morning, we could serve breakfast to our families in bed.
These are simple ideas that produce a family aroma to be savored - savored, because it assures our families that we love and cherish them.
I’m Coach Bill McCartney.
Vagabon thanks you for coming over JM.With cooler heads at the wheel I think we are going to have a great thread.
Paule
And they said it would be paule that would be getting first whack.
JealousPaule.bending over/feelthepain
Uh oh that could be misconstrued. OLA is going to tos you off this thread…..HAHAHAHAHAHA he can’t! He just a little girlyman
Pride and predictions ehh
It doesn't matter. I’m going to get a drink.
I'm hoping that Matt will realize that we left because of this jerk and throw his ass in jail. Matt wins both ways.
So whom do we thank for this?
Ezekiel 33 tells us of the necessity of the watchman blowing a clear message of warning. If the trumpet does not sound, woe to the people and to the watchman! If a man does not blow the trumpet of warning in his preaching or if the note blown is so soft it can't be discerned, you might just wonder if that man is really sincere about the alarm. When a man is afraid of offending those in error, when he lacks a definite biblical stand on issues, when he seems reluctant to warn of sin and compromise, and when he seems too kindly disposed toward those so involved, watch out. The strangling vine has silenced the clarion call.
Can you believe that? I read this yeaterday and still don't believe this crap.
Oh and Pre don't forget to stop by the new Bible thread and continue to be "Not a very religious person" ok buddy.
Paule
Look at their jokes board.
http://www.investorshub.com/beta/board.asp?board_id=30
A religious pugilist. LOL Go Blazers!
John Hagee Defeating Depression Real Audio Sermon
http://lightsource.broadcast.com/lightsource/content/john_hagee_today/ram/hagee_0302.ram
Another Cat's Tale
Fee was a very sleek, very fancy black cat. She spent her days being pampered and cared for by her partner, Ted. Ted had been an alley cat, a tough tomcat, who fought his way from the sidewalk to a velvet pillow by the fire. A number of kittens wished to be his mate, but he had chosen Fee.
Nobody really knew where Fee had come from. They only knew that she was generous and was known by all to be friendly and fun-loving. True, she was vain, always looking in mirrors and not allowing others to touch her shiny black fur, but that was far outweighed by her good works. Fee never went out in the rain. Fee never sat out in the sun. Fee said those things tarnished her gleaming coat.
Ted was very protective of Fee and catered to these odd whims. "If my Fee needs to be dry she shall be dry," he said. "Fee is delicate and special and we must respect her special needs."
A few were jealous of Fee and her good fortune. Some felt her false and standoffish. Still others envied her rich meals and the way she always seemed to land on her feet. Still others idolized her for all those things.
"She is so perfect," cried Kit. "If only I could be like her."
"She has everything anyone could ever want," moaned Mews. "My life is so poor compared to hers. I must not be worthy of such grace. Only one who is truly good could ever be granted such riches. I must work harder on myself."
They all saw her wealth and her comfort, but none looked at Fee herself too closely.
"Every creature has its flaws," said Old Tabitha to the younger kitties. "Put away your envy. We each have many lives, some less pleasant than others."
One day when Fee was out walking in the town there was a terrible commotion in the square. "Skunk," someone shrieked. "Kill it. Drive it off!"
Quick as a flash a large male skunk streaked down the lane and slammed straight into Fee, knocking her flat on her back. When she recovered, she looked up and recognized the skunk as her old friend Donello. For a moment he did not know whom he had bumped into. But after then he recognized her.
"Come with me," he said and helped her to her feet. "Run away with me. Come and run free in the woods."
Now Fee had a problem, for the fact of the matter was that Fee was not a cat at all, but a skunk in disguise. Being knocked down had caused her to become angry and becoming angry had caused her to give off her old skunky odor. Also landing on her back had rubbed the black dye from her fur and exposed a bit of her own white stripe.
Fee had spent her life running and hiding from others who could not stand her terrible temper and the resulting bad smell. Then one day Ted had come along and he had seen something special in her. He did not see a skunk or a terrible temper. When he looked at Fee he saw an exotic beauty that he could save from a life of fear, sadness and mistakes.
Ted had a fine idea. He spent many years training Fee and teaching her how to control her bad habits. He covered the scent with the finest perfume and was sure she bathed in beautiful oils that smelled of fresh flowers. He thought he had tamed her.
He had her fur dyed pure black to hide the skunk's white stripe. He loved her with all his heart and wanted to keep her safe. Unfortunately, it had all been Ted's idea and Fee had only gone along with it to make him happy and to gain her warm pillow by the fire and fine meals.
Fee had longed for her old life. She was tired of hiding her true nature. While she loved the attention and care, a part of her wanted to be back running free where she never had to work at being sweet of nature and scent.
There had even been a few times lately when her temper had gotten the better of her and she had begun to smell a little like her old self. Seeing Donello again and having part of her stripe showing was too much for Fee. She turned tail and ran off with him. For days and weeks she ran wild while Ted sat by the fire and worried himself sick over her.
"She has gone back to the wild life," he said to Tabitha. "I will never find another to love as I have loved her. If she comes back I will do anything she wants to keep her."
This gave Tabitha an idea. "You have given too much old friend," she said. "I have a better plan."
So it was that Tabitha made over Ted by dying his fur from tan to black and painting a white stripe down the back. Then she took a collection of foul smelling herbs and mixed it together and rubbed it into his fur. "Aaaaaargh! The smell! Tell me again why I am doing this," Ted said, holding his nose. "I hate this. I can't wait to take a bath."
Tabitha laughed and said, "She changed for you and now you have changed for her. You do not like yourself this way any more than she liked herself your way. Now that you have seen things from her view, perhaps you can help Fee decide to change for the right reasons." So Ted went out and ran to the woods and looked for Fee. He found her sitting by a stream and looking sadly at her reflection. She cried bitter tears over her dirty and matted fur, her chipped claws and her empty belly.
When she heard a rustling behind her she turned and saw the large male skunk standing there. He looked very familiar.
"Go away," she said. "I want to be alone."
Ted looked at what she had become and he felt a deep sadness. Still, he knew that he must try one last time to convince her to change.
"If you like loneliness so much why have you spent so long as a fine lady cat, living a happy life filled with family and friends?" he asked. Fee's eyes grew wide when she realized who the other skunk was. She felt angry to be found out. Then she felt terribly ashamed. "I am sorry," she said. "I just could not resist. It is my nature to be a skunk."
Ted stood beside her. "I see," he said. "Well then I shall become a skunk and join you."
Fee did not like this idea. Ted was always very practical and even as a skunk - smell and all - he would insist she be an honest and good-tempered skunk. That was going to be more work than she wanted to do. "You look ridiculous. I liked you the old way better," she said. "Go home."
He smiled and said, "Come with me."
Fee became furious and shrieked, "I don't want to go back to be painted and perfumed. It's all too much work," she said. "But if you want you can bring me my meals here in the wood and send out my velvet pillow." Ted considered this for a moment. Then he shook his head. "No my dear," he said. "Those are things for house cats, not wood skunks. I am afraid you will have to do better than that. And this time you will have to do it for the right reasons. Do it because you want to change, not because you want what change can bring you."
Fee shook her head and stomped her paws and made awful noises. When that did not work she began to cry and howl. Still no luck.
At long last Ted said, "I was wrong to expect a skunk to change its nature, appearance and all. Come back to me as you are, unpainted and unperfumed and all will be as it was. I will find another way to protect you from those who dislike skunks. I only ask that you control your temper and not run away again."
Fee was terribly confused. She had enjoyed running wild, but she had many moments when she missed Ted and her friends at home. She missed having a home, not just the pillow and fire, but the feeling of being home.
So Fee agreed and went home with Ted. Still confused and ashamed, she pouted and cried for days. She refused to eat or bathe. But Ted would not give up on the one he loved with all his heart and soul.
Each day he set the food on the table and drew her bath. Each day he sang her songs and read her her favorite poems of peace and joy. Day by day Fee began to lose her anger. She forgot her longing and began to remember what she really liked about her life with Ted. She remembered the quiet nights by the fire. She thought about how he had loved her no matter how she looked or smelled or behaved.
She thought about all the friends she had made as a true and constant creature of habit and suddenly Fee wanted to change. And so she did. She stopped dying her fur, but because she had so changed her ways and become really and truly changed all the other cats accepted her for the creature she was, a sweet smelling, good natured skunk among the kittens.
Now that her nature was genuine as her white stripe, none envied her, but all respected the new breed she had become.
I think parents are responsible for their children until they are legal adults/emancipated. It’s part of the responsibility of having children.
Matt nice edit Feature
NYC messages out to Loetz Dell John 142 etc been working on recruiting all night am very tired.Did you get my private message? We could make that work.......
Paule
In the beginning, that which IS is all there was, and there was nothing else. Yet ALL That Is could not know itself because All That Is is all there was, and there was nothing else. And so, All That Is …was not. For in the absence of something else, All That Is, is not.
Paule
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Do we need to take this to the parking lot!!!!Go Blazers SWhaq sucks!
Aren’t all red-blooded Americans Blazer fans? I thought so.
Welcome to Bible Glad you could join us.
Paule
Shouldn't even mention that awful name. That place is yesterday’s news. Those dip****s are going to find out what losing a block of posters can do to a website. .
Is there no live chat at night? eom
Hey!I resemble that remark
The soul your soul knows all there is to know all the time. There is nothing hidden to it nothing unknown. Yet knowing is not enough. The soul seeks to experience. You can know yourself to be generous, but unless you do something, which displays generosity, you have nothing to concept. You can know yourself to be kind, but unless you do someone a kindness you'll have nothing but an idea about yourself.
It's your soul's only desire to turn its grandest concept about itself into its greatest experience. Until concept becomes experience, all there is is speculation. I have been speculating about myself for a long time. Longer than you or I collectively remember. Longer than the age of this universe times the age of the universe. You see, then, how young is-how new is-My experience of Myself!
Thus having created an entire thought system about God based on human experience rather than spiritual truths, you then create an entire reality around love. It is a fear based reality, rooted in the idea of a fearful, vengeful God. Its sponsoring thought is wrong, but to deny that thought would be to disrupt your whole theology. And though the new theology which would replace it would truly be your salvation, you cannot accept it, because the idea of a God Who is not to be feared, Who will not Judge, and has no cause to punish is simply too magnificent to be embraced within even your grandest notion of Who and What God is.
This fear based love reality dominates your experience of love; indeed actually creates it. For not only do you see yourself receiving love which is conditional, you also watch yourself giving it in the same way. And even while you withhold and retreat and set your conditions, a part of you knows this is not what love really is. Still, you seem powerless to change the way you dispense it. You’ve learned the hard way, you tell yourself, and you'll be damned if you're going to leave yourself vulnerable again. Yet the truth is you'll be damned if you don't.
By your own mistaken thoughts about love do you damn yourself never to experience it purely. So too do you damn yourself to never know me as I really am. Until you do. For you shall not be able to deny me forever, and the moment will come for our reconciliation........
Thats my Viv :O)
Didn't take much talking into did it.. eom
Yes NYC if you take a look I think you might too.Profitable company with little debt.Close to low with good topside potential.
By the way Viv....
You are the new director over at the New Bible thread.
The voice of reason.Just like the old days.
Paule
Only Different
Only twice and with a different ISP. This last time I all three were different
Paule(feels good to write that)
Wlcome to Bible ONEBGG
Thank you I am just learning to navigate this site. It looks like I have found a new home for Bible. You do not censor the word hell do you? My previous location produced a 15,500+ -post history. With inspiration maybe we can test new highs.
Thank you for having us.
OT:Bible has found a new home eom