The agnostic thinker suspends judgment and thinks it impossible to know the truth in matters such as God and the future life, which subconsciously we DO know, with which christianity and other religions are concerned. Personally, I feel all religions were designed by man to “control” man. I’m not saying that if someone has found “their” peace in a said religion, I think that’s wonderful. But for me, my faith, understanding, sub/consciousness is not contained in a book nor is it contained behind brick or cement walls decorated in pretty paint. I have my darling Mother to thank for this and from her my grandfather, whom I miss daily! He saw what religion was all about and thus taught my mother freedom of choice. In return when she had me, she continued down the same free flowing thought. That there IS a creator and that our spiritual learning is vast and never ending. If it weren’t for my close connection to my Mother, I would not be even half of the person I am today.

I reached a crisis point in life in 1992 and though the time-line of the experience was by a few months, I came one inch away from darkening my soul forever, which I cried for months about for I could see it slipping away. My soul and my physical body was in harms way and death came close more than once but there was a snapping point, an all time low that left me broken, confused, angry, beyond sad and lost, extremely lost. However, from that one experience, I must have aged my at least 10 years, maybe more like 20+. I grew in leaps and bounds from that situation and has helped to further see what was/is out there in the world today that I see other young girls going through now.

I’ve noticed many of my comments for the last week have been sprinkled with “label.” I suppose it’s because it such a huge factor for the world we live in. Imagine what our planet would be like if there was absolutely NO judging and NO power/ego games. No judgement though, everyone appreciating everyone else and greeted in kindness and compassion, no matter what the look or how crippled the walk! What a fantastic moment when things DO change to such a reality, for it IS shifting!

The presence in your room at such a young age is quite a thing to remember. At least it was a positive feeling and not one of fear. You would know the difference at even an early age. In addition, I too never had an imaginary friend. Bro didn’t come along till I was 5 but Mom and I were close since they day I was born. I was probably talking to her most of the time or doing something in the dirt outside I do remember, as I still do this now, having conversations with myself–both aloud and silent. Plus I would talk to the stars in the night sky. I could always be found out on the roof under a blanket, just stargazing, silenty speaking outloud. Never thought anything of it, still don’t, only now I can’t quite climb on the rooftop anymore

Anyways, this is great fun going through your archive. It’s been an every other day occurrence for me now and I’m sorry — I just CANNOT NOT leave a comment. I try really hard but can’t seem to do it Keep up the great posting PLEASE and I look forward to when you can resume your podcasting. It’s been a loooooong time since you last podcast. Love your stuff John, most excellent!

Much Peace, G~*~