my early programming occurred within the conflicting intersections of pre-vatican 2 catholic + new testament orthodoxy. i believe my mother sought the strict "orthodoxy" (my call, here and now) of the church of christ to replace something took from her when she was excommunicated from her family and the
holdeman mennonite faith upon marrying a smoking, drinking, honkytonk roman catholic man twelve years her older.
...as i was saying, my programming.
blessed are the
meek.
that one comes loud and clear through any flavor of christianity. i don't think that one has served me well over the years. as i clean up, i have to remember to sweep the corners clean, too. what was jc talking about? who needs meek? i want my followers to be bold! i suspect he was talking to some of the poorest of the poor and threw them a sour-grape bone.
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i don't know how many times i start to post to a community, look at my post, then say "fnck it. i don't really care enough [about whatever topic] to make this post." i find that most of my postings are ego-bound (up-to-and-including this one.) i like to hear myself talk, or the written equivalent, anyway. i care enough, alright. i care about me.
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is there really a trickster archetype or do people finally realize that you can go with this or you can go with that, and in the end it really doesn't change much more that what kind of stuff gets sold at your estate sale when you die. devil's advocate? tired of arguing with me? that's not arguing. it's a game. i like you so i play with you. if you fight back we can move the venue.
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...(i'm going to start saying "when i have _my_ estate sale..." and it's going to be a euphemism for when i die. not more that four years ago, i thought i was going to have my estate sale at any time. amazing how the internal paints the external.)
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conditions arise
this is not the result of conditions
this was already here.
crossposted: lj/ms