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WE CREATE THE ENERGY WE PERCEIVE

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When I focus too much attention on human activities I become more and more crazy, hateful, depressed and hopeless about the “condition of the world”. It seems as though most of the agony, despair, chaos and destruction in this world is created by people!  However, I also realize that it is not correct to make a general statement about “everyone” or all people. The source of misery and chaos is just a TINY NUMBER of psychopathic beings. I think it is less than 5%. It is their psychosis that drives them them to CONTROL and DESTROY everything and everyone. They are only able to destroy. They are incapable of creation.
Beings who create Life create beauty, love, kindness, empathy, pleasure, patience, prosperity, abundance for themselves and everyone else. They create a very high wave frequency of energy…the wave frequency that can only be experienced as aesthetics – music, painting, dancing. Or, experienced as “love”, reverence, awe, perfect harmony, profound understandings, empathy, or through Acts of Creation usually attributed to “gods”.
I am realizing more and more recently that people actually GIVE POWER to psychopaths by putting attention on them, or by allowing them to continue creating harm. Having a biological body makes people dependent on the need for physical energy, food, housing, clothing, heat, etc.. So, the psychopaths always take control of the “sources of energy” by creating “money”. They also create “fear of death”.  When humans sink so low spiritually they forget they are SPIRITS and and they don’t need a body…so they are afraid of death because they think that “when the body is dead, I am also dead”.
This is the most fundamental lie and trap used by all psychopaths, including priests and bankers.
I know that you understand these things.  But, I always try to remind myself that I am “spirit”…. and that spirits create the energy we perceive and share with other spirits. The “realm of spirits” is apparently infinite and is limited only by our ability to create and perceive.
~ Lawrence R. Spencer (2019)
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SHARE WATER

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SHARE WATER

Stranger in a Strange Land is a 1961 satirical science fiction novel by American author Robert A. Heinlein. It tells the story of Valentine Michael Smith, a human who comes to Earth in early adulthood after being born on the planet Mars and raised by Martians. The novel explores his interaction with—and eventual transformation of—terrestrial culture. The title is an allusion to the phrase in Exodus 2:22. According to Heinlein, the novel’s working title was The Heretic. Several later editions of the book have promoted it as “The most famous Science Fiction Novel ever written”.  Heinlein got the idea for the novel when he and his wife had some brainstorming one evening in 1948, and she suggested a new version of Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book, where a human child is raised by Martians instead of wolves. He decided to go further with the idea, and worked on the story on and off for more than a decade before it was complete.  In 1962, this version received the Hugo Award for Best Novel.  The book was a success from the start. Eventually Stranger in a Strange Land became a cult classic.

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6,000 YEAR OLD COUPLE

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Old couples know it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of our bodies.
We’re pleased to know that sex has nothing to do with happiness.
It’s good to know there’s is at least one person who needs our help.
We discovered that no sex is good sex. Being together is fine.
Love is the joy of  listening to each other talk about nothing.
We know what we mean before we say it, but we listen anyway.
Our aches and pains are more interesting than the evening news.
There’s comfort in the sound of snoring. We’re both still here.
I know I’ll miss you and you’ll miss me when we’re gone.
Most of all, we know we’re always together no matter where we are.

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By Lawrence R. Spencer. 2011.