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Of course you were preaching! Take a look at your sermon again. One New Age spiritual belief after another: We really all do matter to each other, but our senses are dumbed so far down we don't feel it that much. Just as all the cells in our bodies are part of all the other cells in our bodies, so are all people part of all other people in a greater body called humanity and even bigger called Life.
Some crazy-ass New Age psycho mumbo jumbo about the inner love we all feel for each other at some cellular level but which our "stupid minds", I guess -- yes, those evil stupid minds -- stop us from acknowledging. And of course we're all one, let's not forget that old chestnut.
... In that big ongoing OM that permeates the universe, there is birth, death, happiness, sorrow, everything. The closer one is attuned to that, the more one feels of all there is to feel.
What the hell do you call this Hindu gobbledygook? By the way, how "attuned" are you to that big, imaginary OM anyway? Are you my guru? I'm still looking, you know.
They be sleeping. When they really truly realize they are doing more harm to themselves than to anyone else, they will evolve. Sometimes they have to have something happen to shake them out of their sleep, so you want to stand clear.
Then there's this hoary classic -- sleeping humanity, which needs just the touch of a fairy godmother (or mahatma) so they can really start "evolving".
That last group is acting out something that they went through in this or another life. Nobody is born wanting to hurt somebody else, imho. Compassion and not allowing onesself to become a martyr is the rule with them.
A little reincarnation thrown into the mix. And why not? It only spices up the psychobabble, after all.
May I suggest for your head to replace the word 'decision' with the word 'choice'. Words do matter. And you matter to way more than just yourself.
And now some gratutitous advice in how to play the New Age rubber word game! Yes, Sanford, words do matter, just not the way you think they do.
You are right on track, taking care of plants and the earth and eating the green herbs and fruits bearing seed. That was our very first job description from the Landlord when we were moved into the Garden of Eden, so to speak.
And what have we here! A combination of spiritually-soaked "Back-to-the-Land" benediction with a sweet invocation of the Old Testament for that wonderful final grace note!
Sanford, if this wasn't preaching, you tell me what is. Remember, words matter.
Modified by Jim at Thu, Jan 13, 2005, 17:46:14
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