My mother’s death brought with it many changes. I was 16 years old. I was left with my father and my sister. My relationship with my dad was difficult. It wasn’t very good. I went to live with my aunt in New York to finish my senior year. This was very hard for me because I had to leave all my friends some of which I knew from back in elementary school. During this time I still believed in some form of religion although I wasn’t a regular church goer. I remember that my cousin was an altar boy and at the time he was no angel, it was ironic.
Some people believe that there is no good nor evil. Relativism seems to be the popular. I understand that there can be evil, but that the line between evil and good is bleary. There’s a lot of gray. When I was a child I believed in monsters. There was most certainly a devil who would devour me lest I pay proper homage to God.
I was very aware of fear. Fear would rule my childhood for many years. Sometimes fear is indistinguishable for what you don’t understand. Fear would be the beginning of phobias. When I was 16 what I would consider the greatest of all fears for a child became living truth for me.
My mother died.
It would appear that humanity is plagued with a common problem. This problem is hard to explain for someone like me with limited knowledge of the complexities of human emotion, cognition and psychology. I can’t explain it for all but I can only explain it from my point of view and what my thoughts are on the subject. The subject is religion and how we got to where we are and why I don’t count myself among the faithful. These thoughts that I write are for my children so they know. I wish for them clarity of thought and doubt of all institutions at all times. We are the herd but occasionally we can drink from different rivers.
This word “freedom” has been thrown around a long time. It’s something that has been used to justify many things. Are we free? That depends on where in the world you live and to what extent that freedom has been extended to you by your government, religion, tribe and other forms of social control. Let’s start with some extreme examples. If you’re a citizen of North Korea, as an example, you’re not free. If you speak out against the government, you will have put your very livelihood in danger.
At some point as we get older we realize that we are makers of our own suffering. We are are own slave master and freely submit ourselves to this trick of the mind. I believe the last 5 years of my life my view of life and specially the mind have changed drastically. Meditation seems to be the only solace that we can take to try to free us from this trap.
This is neat.
There’s a really nice Google doodle today, even though it celebrates woo: the 66th anniversary of the Roswell Incident, in which a UFO supposedly crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. That led to a bunch of conspiracy theories about how the U.S. Government covered up the incident, including autopsies of the aliens that were aboard the spacecraft.
Well, most of us know about this, but you can still have fun by clicking on the Google doodle, which is an animated game. After the spaceship crashes, move the cursor to help the stranded alien find the piece of his missing spaceship and put them back together.
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Here’s a screenshot of what you’ll see; click on the triangle to play.