That’s was an excellent post Jeannie. You have spoken nothing but the truth here.

Even God himself would not want someone to pretend to believe something that they genuinely feel in their soul is fraudulent. That would be living a lie. And for what purpose? Surely God would not ask people to do things that make them feel uncomfortable and falsified just for the sake of,...of what? Going along with the crowd?

All I know know is that my heart is as sincere as a heart can be, and for me, the ancient texts that others worship reek of fraud and deceit and of man-made demagoguery.

People claim that these texts are inspired by the Holy Spirit. If this is so, then why do honest sincere hearts sense such animosity in these texts? As well as sensing animosity coming from people who claim to believe in them?

People who attempt to ram the divinity of the scriptures down the throats of others by use of highly egotistical authoritarian arguments, do not appear to me to have found anything divine. On the contrary they appear to be selling their own personal delusions.

The spiritualists who impress me the most are the ones who don’t push or balk regarding divine knowledge but rather simply offer to share what they know to those who show interest. As soon as someone appears to be militant, either offensively or defensively, in their religious claims of divine knowledge, to me that’s is a clear sign that they have no divine knowlege to offer.

In the words of Jesus,…

Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.
A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.
Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.


In other words, if it looks like an egotistical pig, smells like an egotistical pig, and acts like an egoistical pig, it probably is an egoistical pig.

When people start claiming that others are rejecting God whilst they are on the straight and narrow path that’s a sure sign that they have nothing to do with God.

That’s not how the word of Jesus is taught.

Rotten apples reek to high heaven.

does he "Abracadrbra"?...of course Creative Soul "allowed himeself to be involved" unless little elves kidnapped him and force him to post but he nuetralize his responsibility once he mention "conversation with others that led him away" so is "Creative Soul" saying that he was close minded at first and wish to stay that way and now blame others for enlightening him ...people sometimes forget that this is a forum and that "conversations with others" takes place believe it or not all the live long day so why use that as an excuse to leave a forum unless it was to stick it to those chosen few

no actually, he is not. He has always taken full responsibility for himself. The times when he has allowed himself to reply out of frustration in a way that was less than the who of him, he has apologized....even though one could argue that he showed remarkable restraint given the false accusations and twisting of his words. I have not seen the same level of responsibility in many others.

Here you imply that he speaks in parables as a way to "stick it" to someone else...

Did it ever occur to you that perhaps he communicates this way because parables are what make sense to him? Perhaps from his perspective, he is being as clear as he knows how to be. Once again though others seems to have a better handle on what he thinks and what his intentions are than the man himself.

I implied that "Creative Soul" made this thread to stick it to those chosen few and that "Creative Soul" speaks in parables so that he doesn't have to take responsibiltiy for what he says ...if you notice "Creative Soul" only have to apologize when he accidently made his posts clear enough to be understood by the one he was sticking it to at that point in time ..."Creative Soul" is not the only one that debate using only parables ..it takes an extremely intelligent person to be able to do it because these types of posts speaks volumes in passive aggression to those that take the time to decipher them ..

I have no clue what your talking about

Ah, little funches, who wants to play, while ignoring what has been presented thus far, which should have clarified for him, his mis-diagnosis.

For one who speaks of "to believe is to doubt" and then goes on with personal stabs at everyone, at any given time, without warning, to accuse another's behaviour(s) as intentionally being some sort of trap to stick it to another? You are truly a funny man(men)! Do you not see yourself(s) in your post? I do...



The above quote was my first response after realizing that my intentions were being misconstrued in this thread.

Could I have made it any clearer without making it personal? Without sticking it to anyone. Those who continue to be ridiculous (no offense Di, ), will be called on more often by me. To hell with those who continue to create their own hell. Dinner is served.

If you call anything I have done 'sticking it to someone'... anyone... then you surely have called what is a mere seedling... an overgrown Oak... get it? The possibilities are endlessly overlooked by me to truly stick it to another. Should that be the intent, I would use a much longer shank. Do not play your petty ass-patting games with me, like you have with others here, in order to substantiate yourself to yourself...

How passive was that?

yep "Creative Soul" I agree with everything you just said about me, my style is to challenge people beliefs or point of views up front and clear and not hide behind encrypted parables ...er..now can you agree with that?




oh no here comes the parables again ..are you practicing to be the next Jesus or something




give an example of my ass-patting games versus your Di Vinic Code parables and then let's see who are playing games ..




yes "Creative Soul" I appreciate that you finally popped back into reality and spoken to me clearly ..just learn to do the same with everyone, it may just lessen the chance of your posts being mis-interpeted

I like you funches...

I like me too ......I feel special

you always make me laugh

I like funches cause he pulls no punches
and now I have to go fix some lunches.

Jeannie

Funches thinks his knows
how to keep us on our toes
like dancing ballerinas
on the petals of a rose

And though his thoughts seem selfish
that illusion is surreal
he merely speaks to help us see
the feelings we conceal

He has no grand agenda
he’s not pushing dogma creed
he merely tries to illustrate
the concepts that we need

He doesn’t speak in parables
he states what’s on his mind
like the lightning in Thor’s hammer
his words are unrefined

He’ll tell you what he thinks
even if you think it stinks
and when you think he’s being mean
he’ll buy another round of drinks

He’s the Santa of your innocence
the Satan of your guilt
he’ll play your soul like a pinball troll
and shake you till you tilt

Jeannie Bean just loves him
cuz he’s such a hunk of bear
He dances on the forums
like a cyber Fred Astaire

But truth be know he has his flaws
the motes within his eyes
for even dancing teddy bears
believe their private lies

Everyone is blemished
by the insights of their past
no knowledge can be total
for the cosmos is too vast

Wow, abra, you can sure belt out a poem! Once I thought I was a poet, but seems I only write when I am stressed or depressed.

Lately I have been just so full of joy joy and happiness, o my poetry has dried up and been blown away. But that's the price I pay for joy.

Joy-inspired poetry
can you imagine such a thing?
Words arranged rhapsodically
for a pure ecstatic fling

Worshiping the ardor
of the very mood itself
no earthy soul can do it
it’s the dominion of an elf

Magic cherubs instigate
the love within the lyrics
mortal souls can only rhyme
when their spirit’s in hysterics

So mesmerize your readers eyes
by writing when depressed
and never ever let them know
that your poetry’s been blessed

Blessed to reek of happiness
whilst the author cries in pain
Blessed to feel like sunny words
in spite of all the rain

Blessed to turn our wretched thoughts
into shining beams of passion
Blessed to help the bunnies dust
the poetry we fashion

Rhyming words together
is the least important thing
It’s in the verse’s message
where the lyrics really sing

Sharing our emotions
through the symbols on a page
is the magic in the writing
of any novel sage

Happiness and bliss
are sure to be the score
when lyrics thrive to harmonize
a heavenly rapport

No need to dwell on terror
to convey poetic thoughts
the focus of your ecstasy
can thrive in joyful plots

Little puppy’s peeing
cuz they’re overjoyed with love
a woman in a skinny dress
that fits her life a glove

Little thoughts that make hearts big
when there’s nothing to renege
just silly words upon a page
that dance the ‘Verbose Jig’

Splendid!!!

Okay I am going to give it a try to express my joy.

My JOY

I can’t explain the joy I feel
Or find a reason for it
It dwells within and seems so real
I don’t know how to store it.

Throughout the problems of the day
It will always find me.
When I feel sad, I feel the joy
Sitting there behind me.

It never seems to leave me.
I never feel alone.
Even in the darkest time,
I feel it guides me home.

And I am far from home.
(And not sure why I know)
My joy does not seem worried,
And its not yet time to go.

So I listen as it guides me
And it guides me well
Always when I need it
I never have to yell.

Some have faith in other things
Or seek advice of sages
I have faith, in a joy that sings
While turning my life’s pages.

Woo hoo!!!

Bravo!!!

I knew you had it in you. You just needed a nudge.

Ain’t the power of inspiration beautiful?

All my poems are inspired. I can’t write without inspiration.

You inspire me, I inspire you, together we can paint the world in a never-ending hue.

And so now lets dance!!




When I write poetry when I am stressed or depressed, it purges my soul and allows the joy to come forth and ring. Sort of the joy you get when you sing the blues. It cleanses the pain. I guess writing about the joy comes hard because the joy, for me, is always present and seems common place at times.