If we believe in one thing, we must then open the door to a plethora of possibilities, lest we become hypocritical. For the minute we say that someone else is wrong in their beliefs, is the minute we infuse doubt about our own beliefs. “What?” you say. Well, wouldn’t it be that if they are wrong, you could be wrong–we are all human. Believing in all means to relinquish the ego, and truly accept our own beliefs, without nose-in-the-air judgment. You see, it’s all found in books. Do you believe in Angels? Yes? Why? ‘Cause it says so on ancient pages? OK, I’ll accept that. Now tell me, are Angels the only ones deserving of wings? There are other ancient pages that say the Fae are with us. So why are Angels accepted, and other winged ones deemed to be merely tales for children? Is it any more strange than any other beliefs? Do you believe in a giant bearded man in the figurative sky who looks down upon all? Some say he had a son. OK, I’ll buy that. Now, what if he had brothers and sisters, lovers and friends, family up high to keep him company. What if He had other worlds under His rule … Hey … what if He is a She? Hmm? Gods and Goddesses, you see. It’s all out there to Be, like branches of a tree. Blessed and free … to the mind of the beholder.
All right now, thanks for listening to my 3:00 A.M. rambling while I battle a 101 degree temperature. Did the flu bake my mind? I wonder. No matter. This musing woke me up. So I went to the laptop and poured it out. And I just have one more thing to say. Nyquil: that shit doesn’t work–it’s almost 4:00 A.M. Well, I’m gonna ask Freyja for some help, yeah, and the Fae for some of that healing dust to give me sexy dreams. Why didn’t I thinka that before? Shame on me. All right, I’m outta here … Wheeeeeee! (I’ll catch up with you all later).