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Men who display obvious attraction to women in public…..
teen girls who flash their boobs to a crowd for attention…
PDA of two people in love…
a nature show displaying two animals procreating…
video games that depict violence, crime and obscene behavior…
women breastfeeding their children in public….
Let’s see how you do… which are nature and which are ignorance.
Anger got the best of me. I ranted and raged against a religion that claimed women were second class citizens. With two daughters and a son in tow I would not allow my son to believe he was better than his sisters, or have my daughters believing their future was limited and dependent on a husband. Parents have an obligation to raise open-minded, loving, respectable, children who as adults add balance to humanity. Once I got passed a few long-gone men’s huge egos, another realization hit. They were no better than I am, no more powerful, no less equal. And the God I believe in is an unconditional love entity that we all can hear and feel. I didn’t need a book or men to tell me what to believe and how to live and who to love. My mom raised me with morals and the knowledge of right and wrong. To reach the being I knew existed, I simply had to listen to my heart, my inner voice, my higher self. And I did. An open mind provides a clear channel to the spiritual realm and to what many people like to label God. Only “God” turns out not to be a single powerful being but an epiphany that is only realized when you consider every human, animal, plant, fish, the grass and weeds etc. as all significant parts of one majestic entity where love resides and hate is an emotion born on earth.
The freedom from losing their earth learned faith is amazing.
We come into this world a bloody discolored mess. Our heads are deformed, our skin, one dark blemish and all we know is hunger and discomfort and helplessness. Someone needs to hold you, feed you and love you. Someone needs to learn the language of your cries, gurgles and screams. Eventually you learn your cries, gurgles and screams HAVE different meanings and you use each of them to communicate. The older you get, the more complicated this language becomes. Emotions are the fuel behind those screams, gurgles and cries, but there comes a point in which you need to communicate in a different way. Yelling, biting and tantrums as well as hugs and kisses and saying I love you. And then you grow older and complicated becomes downright chaotic because very few people speak your language. Yelling and biting and violence of any kind are inappropriate. Kissing and hugging others is limited to a few people and no matter how you spell it out, others don’t understand what you are trying to convey when you’re in crisis. It could be as simple as someone taking your favorite toy and the adult punishes you for crying, instead of trying to understand that the toy is the only thing that keeps you comfortable while mommy is not home. The world becomes a scary place when you are no longer the most important person in it. And thus living in a world of perception begins.
Mel Evers wonders about it all 