Hate And Fire Everywhere These Day’s It Seems

Hate And Fire Everywhere These Day’s It Seems

Folks are we really living in a time that is more dangerous than in any time in even our own personal past histories? Or, maybe these times are no different from any others, it only seems that way because of the more and better technology we have at our fingertips today? There is a lot of hate in the world today, but hasn’t this been so since the creation of us gentiles? It does appear that most of the worlds biggest conflicts have at least some religion base to it these days. Race is not the biggest issue in most wars today but there are the instances where a race ties themselves to a certain religion like we connect Muslim people as being Islamic because it seems to be a fit in most cases. That is not Islamophobe, it is a reality issue, if you meet a person who is from Mexico or Latin America do you not assume that their religion is Catholic? Are most people you meet here in America that are from India, don’t most folks tend to assume that they are of the Hindu faith? It seems that all over the globe there are wars and simmering conflicts. People do not tend to say in their own heart about the person they are getting ready to slaughter, O how I love you! As long as we have rampant hate, race toward race or religion toward religion, the fires will burn until they consume both us and those who come after us. This is true because true hate is a consuming fire even after all is under their command. Everyone on Earth has the God-given right to protect themselves and their families but absolutely no one on Earth has the right to be the aggressor. No aggressor, no need to defend, equals no more hate caused deaths or injuries. Yet it is a truth that some people believe in their own mind that they have ‘the right’ to rob, attack and or kill whom ever they so choose. As long as this mind-set exists innocent people are going to be butchered and as long as this mind-set exists there will be the need for people to be able to protect themselves, their families and their property.

 

 

(A Horror Poem) A Second Chance

A Second Chance

 

We hear the rain upon our windows and the roof

The thunder cracks like it is the very voice of God

Lightning flash’s as the hairs on our back do rise

The water seeps beneath the doors as it comes inside

 

The electricity goes out as we are now left in the dark

The hissing of the snakes we hear as they curl on our bed

Glowing eyes of the lizards how they shine just outside

As the doors burst open, can we now wade the dark waters

 

No one knows that you are bait nor that you are drowning

You have no boat and you know that none will be coming

How easy will we slide into death as fangs now impale us

With a scream we awake, we see the sun, a second chance

 

 

Stephen Hawking Was an Atheist. Here’s What He Said About God, Heaven and His Own Death

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF TIME NEWS)

 

By JAMIE DUCHARME

11:12 AM EDT

For more than 50 years, death was a poignant part of Stephen Hawking’s remarkable life.

The physicist, who died Wednesday at age 76, wasn’t expected to see his 25th birthday, after being diagnosed with the incurable neurodegenerative condition ALS at age 21. Though Hawking beat the odds for more than five decades, the scientist told theGuardian in 2011 that death was never far from his mind.

“I have lived with the prospect of an early death for the last 49 years,” Hawking said. “I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first.”

Here are some of Hawking’s most interesting thoughts about death, the afterlife and God.

Hawking didn’t believe in heaven

The scientist took a pragmatic view of what happens to the brain and body after death.

“I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail,” he told the Guardian. “There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.”

He believed in an ‘impersonal God,’ but not a creator

Hawking invoked the name of God in his seminal book A Brief History of Time, writing that if physicists could find a “theory of everything” — that is, a cohesive explanation for how the universe works — they would glimpse “the mind of God.”

But in later interviews and writings, such as 2010’s The Grand Design, which he co-wrote with Leonard Mlodinow, Hawking clarified that he wasn’t referring to a creator in the traditional sense.

“Spontaneous creation is the reason there is something rather than nothing, why the universe exists, why we exist,” he wrote in The Grand Design. “It is not necessary to invoke God to light the blue touch paper and set the universe going.”

Using language about God, Hawking told TIME after the book’s release, is more figurative than literal.

“God is the name people give to the reason we are here,” he said. “But I think that reason is the laws of physics rather than someone with whom one can have a personal relationship. An impersonal God.”

Hawking considered himself an atheist

Hawking spoke more plainly about his thoughts on God in an interview with Spanish publication El Mundo.

“Before we understand science, it is natural to believe that God created the universe. But now science offers a more convincing explanation,” he said“What I meant by ‘we would know the mind of God’ is, we would know everything that God would know, if there were a God, which there isn’t. I’m an atheist.”

But still thought the universe had meaning

Though Hawking rejected the conventional notion of God or a creator, he fundamentally believed that the universe and life have meaning, according to the New York Times.

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist,” Hawking said of the meaning of life. “Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.”

Forgiveness

FORGIVENESS

 

Tonight my wife and I were watching a taped show of Criminal Minds and like any good program should, it made me think on some issues. This program like most if not all of their programs has one of more murders in it. In tonight’s program the unsub (unknown subject) killed ten people before he killed himself. He was in a home to kill what would have been his eleventh victim when the FBI burst into the room. This man was seeking revenge for the death of his wife ten years earlier on some of the people he felt were guilty.

Ten years, some would say this is a long time, others would say, not so. How do we put a time limit on hurt and pain when this hurt is branded into one’s heart or mind? If in our soul we continue to have hate, is there such a thing as a time limit? It has been 210 months since my Mom was killed in a car accident, as you can probably tell, I have not forgotten. I could put the time down into hours and minutes, but that would serve no purpose. It took me a long time to be able to let this accident go in my heart and mind. Forgive, yes, forget, no. The young man who killed her was being immature and reckless in his driving, but it was still and accident. I never met him for the concern that if I did I might snap his neck, I have moved past those feelings for several years now, though I do still remember his name. If he had straight out murdered her, his name would have long since been written in stone. What we can forgive is a personal thing and it varies with each of us, and we will never know until an event happens to us that brings us to our knees.

At the end of tonight’s program part of a sentence started out “forgiveness does not change the past”, and no, it doesn’t. But forgiving is something that we can all do, but different issues can vary in the time it takes our hearts to heal from the event. Forgetting, a lot of things that have happened to us in our lives will never go out of our memories and psychologist tell us that some of the bad events in our childhood we suppress trying to forget them. The following few sentences are what walked across my mind after I heard that previous quote I just gave you, and I will close this note to you with it.

Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does shine a light on our future. Either a light to brightness, life, and site, or a light of blackness toward the evil that we now choose to live in.

(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

(Philosophy Poem) Three Minutes Till The End

THREE MINUTES TILL THE END

 

Three minutes, it’s not a lot of time

But, if it were in deed all we have left

Three minutes, what should we choose to do

Not much time to think or act, cry or pray

What if, three minutes will be the end of all life

 

 

Friends, what would we do, will we whine and cry

Do we think carnal, grab the first skirt for a quickie try

Like blood in an hourglass the seconds are ticking by

Do we smoke one last joint so we can go out with a high

Would we wonder how it is going to feel to die

How many seconds will we spend in self-pity crying

 

 

Do we hit the floor with our knees and cry to on High

Should we spend our precious time pleading for more

Maybe we should flip open our phone for calls and texts

O Lord if so please teach our fingers how to fly

Who do we choose for that one last call or text

Whom is it that we choose for to drop that one dime

 

 

How quick a note to tell them all, that they were loved

Would we take that very last moment to spend with our Lord

For all their lives, and our own, to thank Him for His love

One last chance to ask Him for all our Souls to love and save

Every second that passes, we are that much closer to the grave

(Spiritual Poem) Kodak Moment Of The Soul

KODAK MOMENT OF THE SOUL

 

Snap shot of our Souls taken this moment in our time

Picture taken, was it by the Angel of Death, or of life

People scan our chips so they say that they know us

Smiling eyes hiding in the shadows blade firmly in hand

Having a phony acidic smile pasted on their soulless grin

 

 

We have all chosen to be breathing in this time and space

Our future is now, last breath taken is now historically placed

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside ourselves we choose it to be

Take your mirror, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

 

 

Ever been ashamed to your bones for things you’ve done

This point in time, this is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for our today

Will this snap shot of today define or end our tomorrows

X-ray of our Soul, will it be posted with a Halo of a Flame

(Philosophy/Poem) Peace In Death?

PEACE IN DEATH?

 

Celebrations of one’s life, or solitude at the grave of one’s death

When dust lay upon one’s face is it rest that has finally found us

The Politician nor the Lion can harm the Soul of one who is sleeping

Do evil ones lay in their grave rotting, hoping there is no more

Life is like a vapor in that it is here, and then in a blink, it is not

 

We pray unto God that He will grace us with health and with peace

Yet when He answers us, we try to turn our face from His answers

How is it that we do not know the voice of the Lord that is within us

How can one hide from He who has control of our bones and our Soul

Whether we are good or we are pure evil, we all will return to the dust

 

Can we by searching find out the mysteries of God or of this life

age gives wisdom of the flesh, yet from Spiritual knowledge, we hide

Dementia takes away the wisdom and the understanding of the Ancient

We barter with He who creates and destroys Nations, what are we to He

Our Dust is silent yet the Soul sleeps waiting for the Trumpet to hear

 

 

 

When People Die, Our Brain Lives Long Enough To Know We Are Dead?

(THIS ARTICLE COMES FROM THE ‘INDEPENDENT NEWS AND SCIENCE’)

 

Death just became even more scary: scientists say people are aware they’re dead because their consciousness continues to work after the body has stopped showing signs of life.

That means that, theoretically, someone may even hear their own death being announced by medics.

The claim was made by Dr Sam Parnia, director of critical care and resuscitation research at NYU Langone School of Medicine in New York City.

He and his team are looking at people who suffered cardiac arrest, technically died, but were later revived. It’s the largest study of its type ever carried out.

Some of those studied say they had awareness of full conversations and seeing things that were going on around them, even after they were pronounced dead.

These accounts were then verified by the medical and nursing staff who were present at the time.

Death is defined as the point at which the heart no longer beats, and blood flow to the brain is cut off.

Dr Sam Parnia said: “Technically, that’s how you get the time of death – it’s all based on the moment when the heart stops.

“Once that happens, blood no longer circulates to the brain, which means brain function halts almost instantaneously.

“You lose all your brain stem reflexes – your gag reflex, your pupil reflex, all that is gone.”

However, there’s evidence to suggest that there’s a burst of brain energy as someone dies.

In 2013 researchers at the University of Michigan looked at the electrical signals inside the brains of nine anaesthetised rats having an induced heart attack.

They saw activity patterns which are linked to a “hyper-alerted state” in the brief period after clinical death.

Dr Parnia said: “In the same way that a group of researchers might be studying the qualitative nature of the human experience of ‘love’, for instance, we’re trying to understand the exact features that people experience when they go through death, because we understand that this is going to reflect the universal experience we’re all going to have when we die.”

(Philosophy Horror/Poem) The End

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream