1 Thing You Can Do to Clear Up Your Confusion

 

Stop Believing in Mythology

You aren’t supposed to walk on water. You’re a human being. You swim. It isn’t a lack of faith that you can’t tiptoe on the waves.

God didn’t plan your life; you have free will.

God doesn’t have a bank. The money you desire will come your way, derived by hard work or the generosity of others.

There aren’t “gods” flying around, taking care of your foibles.

There isn’t a devil plotting your destruction.

The stars are not aligned to give you your daily horoscope, but rather, in symmetry with the orbits and pathways of the Universe.

No one can see into the future because there is no future until you make it.

And God doesn’t have a favorite, or “Chosen People.”

Come on along, join the gang with the rest of us.

For after we remove all the mythology, the supernatural is how naturally we can make things super.

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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant… September 9th, 2015

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PoHymn Sept 9

Yada, Yada, Yo

Behold the beautiful tree

Was it made for me?

The sky, ever so blue

That was just for you

The fish like to swim

To bring glory to the heavenly Him

And the stars twinkle above

As a tribute to His love

God must love us dear

So calm your aching fear

Yes, we are arrogant asses

Clumped in our selfish masses

Promoting a God to our demand

Enforcing His rules as holy command

To confirm our eternal worth

And espouse a spiritual birth

While ignoring the flourishing flower

We insist we’ve greater power

And shooting the sparrow from the sky

Forgetting the Father counts them on high

While spitting upon our Mother Maker

Failing to be a giver, only a taker

For if God created it all

And we created Eden’s fall

Are we not the planet’s pestilence?

As we persist in our obstinance?

Truly. humility is required of those who rule

Be it God … or any earthly fool.

 

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Well, Since I’m Here … March 19, 2012

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A dip in the pool–an accurate description of me, taking my afternoon swim.

 I have an exercise regimen I attempt to perform in that water in a quest to convince myself that I am actually improving my health situation. So it is partially fun but contains a portion of determined mission. Last Wednesday, my vigil was interrupted by a twelve-year-old boy who decided to be talkative and picked me as his audience. Maybe it was because I smiled at him. Maybe it was because I was the closest adult who possessed two ears, one on either side of a presumed brain.  He told me he had recently won two medals at the Special Olympics. I listened patiently as verbal paragraph after verbal paragraph flowed from his lips, many of them lacking connecting tissue. My day was changed. I would have to squeeze my little exercise plan around the expressions of a young boy who wanted to be appreciated.

There are only two things to do at this point: try to continue your normal procedure, and in the process display exasperation, or give in to the present “here” that puts you in the “now.” So I pumped my legs and moved my arms around as I listened to the young man extol his many virtues and discuss his ability to hold his breath underwater. After while, my cantankerous soul relaxed and I actually enjoyed myself.

Likewise, about ten years ago, I discovered I had an infection in two of the toes on my left foot. I was unimpressed. I felt that I would heal, as I had so many times before, without the intervention of doctors or magical chemicals. I didn’t. I ended up in the hospital with gangrene and the eventual amputation of those two little piggies. It was not where I wanted to be, but it was my present location. It was my “here” that I needed to receive as my “now.” So since I was given a bed as my workbench, I decided to take interest in the nurses and their problems, and to try to turn several belligerent doctors from frogs into princes without having to kiss them. It didn’t take much work on my part–I just had to stop fighting the fact that my circumstances had changed, and while I was healing in my body, try to create some healing around me in the souls. You know.  “Since I’m here…”

And the same thing happened yesterday. I discovered that I was scheduled into a church that only had eighty-five people attending on Sunday mornings. It’s not that I feel that I’m too good to share in a small congregation; it’s just that I want to redeem the time I have left, to touch as many lives as I can. (Or at least I hope my motivations are somewhere near that level of purity.) On top of having to drive two hours to get to this engagement, the state of Arizona decided to have its first rainstorm in the last three months. People in the Grand Canyon State both fear and worship rain. So upon arriving at the church, the folks who were scheduled to help us carry in our equipment–to keep our old bones from crumbling–were not there. As the day continued, the number of warm bodies arriving, braving the “vicious weather”–was limited to twenty-five.

As in the case of my Special Olympian and my sickly toes, I had a choice–to either focus on the circumstance or to accept my “here” as my “now.” Because after all, twenty-five people are twenty-five people, and therefore twenty-five opportunities to enrich the heart, touch the soul, enlighten the mind and invigorate the body. You know what happened? I ended up enjoying myself. And even though I was tired at the end of the whole excursion, and lost money on my trip, I gained a sense of what is truly important, which is, “Well, since I’m here…”

Here are three ways to successfully complete that phrase:

1. “Well, since I’m here, I should probably go ahead and give my best.”

2. “Well, since I’m here, I should probably go ahead and find a way to enjoy myself–or what’s the point in doing it?”

3. “Well, since I’m here, I should be grateful that there is a ‘here and now,’ because some day I will be completely absent of ANY opportunity.”

Yes, opportunity. My friends, you do know that she really doesn’t knock. Actually, she slinks through town quietly in the middle of the night on gossamer wings while we slumber and rest from our chores, oblivious to her presence. What awaits us in the morning is not the benefit of opportunity, but instead, the reality of our “here,” which if we are intelligent, we will turn into our “now.” For sometimes, intelligence is not sitting around waiting for the next bus, but beginning to walk towards your destination, willing to hop on the bus if it comes along.

Well, since I’m here, I will conclude this essay …  and begin my day.

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Sitting One

 I died today. 

I didn’t expect it to happen.  Then again, I did—well, not really.

No, I certainly didn’t expect it.

I’ve had moments of clarity in my life.  Amazingly enough, many of them were in the midst of a dream. For a brief second I would know the meaning of life or the missing treatment to cure cancer.  And then as quickly as it popped into my mind it was gone. I really don’t recollect dying.  Just this unbelievable sense of clear headedness—like walking into a room newly painted and knowing by the odor and brightness that the color on the wall is so splattering new that you should be careful not to touch it for fear of smearing the design. The greatest revelation of all? 

Twenty-five miles in the sky time ceases to exist.

The planet Pluto takes two hundred and forty-eight years to circle the sun. It doesn’t give a damn. 

The day of my death was the day I became free of the only burden I really ever had.  TIME.

Useless.

Time is fussy.  Time is worry. 

Time is fear.  Time is the culprit causing human-types to recoil from pending generosity. 

There just was never enough time. 

Time would not allow it.  Remember—“if time permits …”

Why if time permits?  Why not if I permit?  Why not if I dream?  Why not if I want?  Why does time get to dictate to me my passage? 

It was time that robbed me of my soulful nature.    It was time that convinced me that my selfishness was needed. 

I didn’t die. The clock in me died, leaving spirit to tick on.  

So why don’t we see the farce of time?  Why do we allow ourselves to fall under the power of the cruel despot?  Yes, time is a relentless master—very little wage for much demand.

I died today. 

Actually … a piece of time named after me was cast away.

I.G.P. … February 22, 2012

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Clarity–it always makes things so clear, don’t you think? Like standing next to a lake and being able to see the bottom. True or false, you do have the sensation that you could stick a straw in and drink until your belly’s full, without fear.
 
Then there are those times that the waters get muddied. Honestly, I’ve gone to various bodies of water and have been invited to swim and because it was so murky, I had no desire to go in and add new silt to my already ongoing collection on my skin. I was told by all the residents that the water just LOOKED ugly–it was really very clean. But I don’t know how you can have a sense of cleanliness without clarity.
 
It’s what I’ve been feeling lately as I gaze across our blessed nation. My discoveries have led me to a conclusion–the I.G.P. meter. I for intelligence, G for growth and P for progress. Very simply, it’s a way of measuring what human beings do and how we should evaluate ourselves in grading our present status. Are we becoming more intelligent? Are we growing away from our stupidities and into deeper understanding–emotionally, spiritually, mentally and physically? Are we making legitimate progress towards acceptance and forgiveness and away from blood feuds and dogma?
 
Good questions, don’t you think? And as you look into the waters of humanity, you have to see that they are muddied by all sorts of chunks of gunk–so large that you can literally pick them up with your hands and remove them if you have the heart to do so. But I don’t think we can continue to judge our fate–or our value–based on our history, our potential or our sense of entitlement. It just doesn’t make any difference if the founding fathers believed something unless what they believed can be transferred into our world, and you and I can find a way to keep the golden parts alive in our generation, passing it along faithfully to the next one.
 
No wonder we’ve returned to a “Marvel Comics” mentality, where we’re constantly seeking superheroes to confirm our real desire, since our passions are requiring more from us than we seem to be willing to give. What are the chunks of gunk? What are the things that are robbing us of clarity and the ability to see for ourselves what the next things need to be to advance our species? What stands in our way? Because even though we tout that the human race is powerful, anointed with special grace, and that each one of us supposedly is unique and without duplication, when we actually do sit down to discuss our future, or even our present plans, a sense of dismay and fatalism seeps into the conference room. Even when we make movies about the future of the world, they are always bleak, filled with violence and destruction.
 
If we feel so positive about ourselves, why is there so much negative energy? If we’re so certain that “no child should be left behind,” why are all the children being left in the dark from the responsibility of perfecting their talents? Why do we remove art and music from our schools and then insist that art and music are an essential part of our culture–blessings that inspire our nation to greater discovery?
 
I don’t think it’s so much an issue of hypocrisy as it is that the waters have been muddied for so long that everyone thinks they should look the way they do. Not so.
 
I would like to take a couple of days to talk about this. I considered sharing it in one jonathots, but I don’t want to pile up a bunch of concepts that end up being applauded for the merit of writing but abandoned because of complexity. So for today, let’s just deal with this–it is important that we take an I.G.P test for our country. Where is our intelligence? What is going on with our growth? And how are we making progress?
 
For the sake of simplicity (basically, for my own personal use), I have boiled it down to three questions. Finding the answer to these questions will help us both discover the present I.G.P. and also create the clarity that could set us off in more positive pursuits. Are you ready to get rid of some chunks of gunk? It will purify the waters. It’ll make you want to swim and drink again. Right now nobody wants to jump into any endeavor for fear of being tainted by the filth. But if we could remove some of these chunks of gunk, we could yell confidently, “Everybody in the pool!”
 
I will do the first question tomorrow–and I’ll even do you one better. I’ll tell you what it is:
 
Are human beings basically bad?
 
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Below is the first chapter of Jonathan Richard Cring’s stunning novel entitled Preparing a Place for Myself—the story of a journey after death. It is a delicious blend of theology and science fiction that will inspire and entertain. I thought you might enjoy reading it. After you do, if you would like to read the book in its entirety, please click on the link below and go to our tour store. The book is being offered at the special price of $4.99 plus $3.99 shipping–a total of $8.98. Enjoy.

http://www.janethan.com/tour_store.htm

Sitting One

 I died today. 

I didn’t expect it to happen.  Then again, I did—well, not really.

No, I certainly didn’t expect it.

I’ve had moments of clarity in my life.  Amazingly enough, many of them were in the midst of a dream. For a brief second I would know the meaning of life or the missing treatment to cure cancer.  And then as quickly as it popped into my mind it was gone. I really don’t recollect dying.  Just this unbelievable sense of clear headedness—like walking into a room newly painted and knowing by the odor and brightness that the color on the wall is so splattering new that you should be careful not to touch it for fear of smearing the design. The greatest revelation of all? 

Twenty-five miles in the sky time ceases to exist.

The planet Pluto takes two hundred and forty-eight years to circle the sun. It doesn’t give a damn. 

The day of my death was the day I became free of the only burden I really ever had.  TIME.

Useless.

Time is fussy.  Time is worry. 

Time is fear.  Time is the culprit causing human-types to recoil from pending generosity. 

There just was never enough time. 

Time would not allow it.  Remember—“if time permits …”

Why if time permits?  Why not if I permit?  Why not if I dream?  Why not if I want?  Why does time get to dictate to me my passage? 

It was time that robbed me of my soulful nature.    It was time that convinced me that my selfishness was needed. 

I didn’t die. The clock in me died, leaving spirit to tick on.  

So why don’t we see the farce of time?  Why do we allow ourselves to fall under the power of the cruel despot?  Yes, time is a relentless master—very little wage for much demand.

I died today. 

Actually … a piece of time named after me was cast away.

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