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May 20

One guy says that the reality of affairs is your experience in the present moment.
most of us will accept that your experience doesn't define truth. that very example, however, goes to show that our perspectives are varied and somehow missing the mark with every conjecture. Even if one synopsis did hit the mark, how would we know?
We define reality through a thick lens of worldview. our perception is tainted or clarified by our parental upbringing, our social status, our culture, our situation.

Some say reality is closest when they are with their family. Others when they are at their office. Some when they are on coffee others while they are in pain. Some say they reach a higher enlightenment on crack. Others, when they are deprived of sleep or oxygen. Some when they are on adrenaline others when they are sober (and why they avoid it.) Some when their brain is lacking serotonin and they are relapsing into manic depression. Others tell them they are disillusioned but cannot assure them that their view is 100% correct either- just because they feel it is or because most other people agree with them.

All of us need to feel some kind of grasp on a reality in order to function. Some of us thrive in simple worlds. some in complex. some people can't function because their world is constantly growing beyond their understanding. Others, in an obsessive disapproval of substitution drive themselves to the edge trying to find truth.
What is it that drives us?
What is it that makes the back of our minds know that there is something more that we haven't got yet?
What part of evolutionary advancement or intellectual enlightenment explains our search for a standard of reality that holds?
Even if we've never seen an episode of the x-files, we probably recognize it's catch phrase:
"The Truth is Out There"

Somehow this TV series, in one phrase, has connected with us on a strangely deep level.
I know that there are lot of agnostics or atheists or pagans, where technically this doesn't fit the frame, but I like to think that everyone either is wishing for God to come back and take us away or make things right or for aliens to come and do the same.

TO BE CONTINUED I know that there are lot of agnostics or athiests or pagans, where technically this doesn't fit the frame, but I like to think that everyone either is wishing for God to come back and take us away or make things right or for Aliens to come and do the same. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I suppose those who hope for the God of grace would naturally be those whose lives are messed up. If it were aliens, then they are just what everyone else saw- a failed experiment to throw out with the trash. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those who are afraid of a God of Judgement might opt for aliens. That way there is no moral law. Everything they did was in response to how they were created. They are not responsible because they are simply measurable data. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Either fills the void that says there is something more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The thing about aliens, also, that would make us tend toward them over God is that there would be no eclusivity. No aliens would come down and say, "I'm sorry, you believed in the wrong doctrine on Aliens, we will have to leave you behind." or "We won't be landing in Pittsburch because Pittsburgh doesn''t believe in aliens," or, "sorry pal, you can't come back to the home planet because you didn't read the right books about aliens." No. When aliens come , they are for all and they don't care who believed what. On that day those who disbelieved will be happy to throw away their cynicism. those who thought the aliens would look differently would quickly admit their mistakes and rush to shake apendages. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No-one will be judged for being wrong. How could we have known? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And where aliens didn't leave any evidence; they also didn't ask anything of us. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The thing about faith... can I be honest and say I've been going through a sincere faith crisis of late? One thing, among many, is this question of "Why Faith?!" Why are we asked to suspend belief when we follow God. I am willing to trust that he's there when I don't see him, but only as long as I know he's there to begin with. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I mean, believing is something great that brought life to this all- not so hard to concieve. To have a savior/king/friend who you have a relationship with and yet can't see- harder. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why must there be so little evidence? Or am I just looking in the wrong places? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I started thinking- what if God and his relationship to humans was all common knowledge. I guess that a lot more people would have to choose sides. Some would jump to serve the king they now see- I guess. But more- I suppose- would feel and unwilling obligation to "love" God or else realize the futility in this and opt for rebellion. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is it possible that faith lets those with pain and unsurety toward God have the chance to be coaxed toward healing and love by the Father rather than coercive blantentry? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps we prefer aliens because we have a tainted view of God. We don't want God because we are afraid of what He might do. By no means is He safe. Neither are aliens. They might be coming to destroy the earth and we still prefer them. Point is, maybe we just need some love. Some coaxing. Some healing, before the light of God on a new morning's horizon becomes the most beautiful sight in our mind's eye.

The Rock

It's a funny thing to hit
Rock bottom alive.
A pin hole of blue
Is all left of the sky

You have nowhere to go but from where you came
To get up again, if you find the strength

You hit bedrock and got stuck in a hole
Long time since you freed the end of your rope

With nowhere but up, and your choice locked in this;
The strength lent your legs by the rock bottomest

Yes, you've fallen through
To your lowest of stages
But your stand at the bottom
Is on the Rock of all Ages