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A World Anew....

The answers radiate toward me in rare Earth form,
Never do I keep the key to unlock the answers before me,
A world anew....

Automatically turning, this vortex of energy arrives,
In dream, in wake, in my mind,
A world anew....

Propelling itself toward the future, repelling itself from the past,
Sparks of energized matter ejecting,
A world anew....

Luminous is the arrival, voluminous is its light,
Arriving from a lesser understanding, brought forth,
A world anew....

Here today, the future of tomorrow,
Brought forth from a dream inside,
We will all have....

....a world anew.

Suicide Is Not A Sin....

Okay, before anyone jumps the gun and has me 302'd, just read this. I'm tired of explaining it to people.

Some faiths out there teach up and down that if you commit suicide, you are condemning yourself to an eternity in Hell. Well, they are wrong.

Let's look at this. People who commit suicide do it because they are depressed right? Right. Now, depression is a disease right? Again, right. Now, you are telling me that "God" punishes those who have a disease? Please.... Get off of your high horse and have some common sense about your feudal beliefs....

I've Become An Ordained Minister....

Hey everyone, I know that it's been a while, but I've been busy lately. Anyway, just an update, I'm still working on my study course and I've become an ordained minister. That being said, check out the site....

T.A.S. Cross Collection

UFO

Hey everyone, I know it's been a while, but i feel like I finally have something to blog about. Okay, so, in all seriousness, the other night, my girl and I both saw and airplane chasing another object. We couldn't distinguish what it was, could have been anything from a rogue missile to Iron Man.

Anyway, it may not have been alien, but it was certainly unidentified. If anyone else saw it, please let me know!!!

Snow...

The snow is falling, falling down,
Slowly gliding, to the ground.
The squirrels are playing, in a winter wonder land,
As deer are running, from the hunting-clad man.
The wind is blowing, snow is in swirls,
Engulfing the children, the boys and the girls.
The beautiful woman, asleep in the room,
She more beautiful now, against the gray gloom.
The silence surrounding, the silence of night,
An infinite peace, An infinite light.