Descriptive Thought

another Monday has arrived. the wind outside was pleasant and cool. the sun is not beating down upon me, but it still shines in my eyes. music keeps me busy, keeps my thoughts occupied. the walk to school is mostly uphill, and although I'm not in the worst shape or the best, it's still a challenge, especially walking up four sets of stairs. my skin is chilly. I have to read about four chapters today during my break, which might go by swiftly. the flowers are blooming, and trees are adorned with bright budding magnificence. you can smell the blossoms on the currents of air, which are sweet. my eyes are heavy from lack of sleep, or maybe from too much. I would very much like to fall on my bed and crash for about three hours, but that's out of the question for another seven long hours. the time goes by slowly when you're tired. my first class was relatively easy. the photograph images I have in my mind of an old love are all worn and wrinkled from time past and neglect. I wonder, do the ones I remember in my memory remember me as well? what a desolate existence to not be remembered in the light minds of those you once knew. this Mac keyboard is not the same as a PC keyboard, and when I first used it, it was awkward and difficult to acclimate to. now it's actually nice to type using it. my thoughts today are not deep (are they ever?) and profound, just a collection of observations. I have much to learn about writing, and I must find a mentor. writing is challenging, arduous, incredibly difficult to master. each step taken is an impression in the sands of the shore that we journey on in our pursuit of greater skills in writing.

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Dr. Stephen Strange

Untitled

I just got finished with Eng 330's presentation, and it went well. I wasn't nervous the least bit, and I read my portion of the presentation with confidence and articulation. being in front of a group of people, especially those of whom you don't know, is an exhilarating experience. I would recommend that everyone engage in public speaking. some, though, are terrified of public engagements. it is a known statistic that most people fear public speaking more than majority of the fears that exist in the world. I haven't overcome this fear, but I am, with practice, learning to diminish the intensity of that fear. I just know that it feels awesome to be able to get up and present what you know about a particular subject. I'm certain that I will receive a good score on this presentation. in the past, I have been extremely terrified of the public engagement. I would project myself up there in front of a crowd, and I could almost feel their eyes glued to mine. the fear of sounding stupid, or being ill-prepared would race through my mind. I would have a whole horde of butterflies fluttering their wings in the pit of my stomach. my hands would shake. I can remember taking Basic Public Speaking about 3 years ago, and it was extremely helpful in shaving away the fear of the art of public speaking. we had four speeches to deliver, and with each speech I shed an ounce of that fear. in most of the classes that followed Basic Public Speaking, we had a presentation or two in some form, and were required to speak in front of a class. this is great experience, to just get up there and allow the moment to reveal whether you triumph or fail. the anticipation and projection of the moment usually stifled my courage as I would walk to the front of the class in preparation of the pending speech or presentation. I must admit, the moment usually would pass me by by the time the presentation was over, and I would wonder why I didn't seize the moment. Carpe Diem, right? now, I am becoming more in tune with being up there, at the podium, and seizing the moment as it is presented to me. in order to be a better speaker, I feel it's all a matter of practice. I used to shrug off the opportunities to speak, but now I welcome them. it's another ability that, although takes time to develop, is a wonderful addition to your skills.

Dr. Stephen Strange

Back to School

ahh! the first day back at school is always a good one. I did fairly well on my midterm, scoring an 80%, and landed a B+ on my first essay. I can say that I am pleased. the benefits of school do not lay only in the diploma you get when you've completed a program. the benefits lay in the professors you encounter and work with. the challenges that are pushed upon you, and overcoming those challenges. the books you read. the eclectic brand of knowledge that a university can offer. being an English major, one reads a great deal of material. I've read Faulkner, Nietzsche, Eudora Welty, Flannery O'Connor, Socrates, Kierkegard, Plato, and many more writers who are beneficial to the expansion of your mind. I believe the benefits of college lie in the work that you do while you are there, not the end product of such work. I'm eager to get out of college and get into the workforce, but I know I will miss those nights when I spent hours reading an author that I had previously never read before. the exposure of an English degree to great writers is amazing. and I always keep my school books, I don't recycle them for a mere 15% of their worth back to the bookstore. this helps to build a personal library. I will be graduating in about 4 semesters, and I know that I'll miss my time in college. I have made the acquaintances of many great professors, and have mingled with bright students. it's all in the journey, not in the origin or destination.

expand your mind.

Dr. Stephen Strange

Both Good and Evil

it has been many moments since I have dropped an entry. I just finished Star Wars Episode III, and it has me troubled. Anakin Skywalker was deceived by the Dark Side of the Force, but his motives were noble: he wanted to save his wife from death. when do we lose touch with the good inside of ourselves when we want to affect the exterior world? I have struggled for the last 11 years trying to gain a hold on my essence, the good self within. but it seems that I have only grown keen to that other self that lies inside of me, which is evil. that is not to say that I don't appreciate the beauty of the good. I love the feelings I experience when I achieve an epiphany, but the more I learn about the good, the more I learn of my alter-self, the one who would enjoy watching me fail at every task I attempt. one thing must be known, for all of the Selves: Good is greater than Evil. Love is stronger than Hate. to know the good means to know the evil, because if you don't understand the difference, you will not know how to choose between the two polarities. it is a struggle, a war, a lifetime of battling between these polar opposites. keep faith, and hold on to hope. our emotions are indicators of these polarities. we must strive and struggle to hold on to that essence, the God essence that exists within. God loved us so much that he poured his soul into our own, which gave birth to the beings. like the old parable, that old wicked wolf only exists by the energy that we feed it. it will not live unless you give it life. so, in respects to that notion, know the love that exists within you, and if you must die for that love (being selfless), then you have fought for a noble cause. we all have these capacities within our beings, it is up to us to choose which one we will feed, and whice one we will follow. loving your neighbor begins with loving YOURSELF. we radiate these vibrations out into the universe, and into the eyes of the reflections of ourselves: other human beings. we are the microcosm of the universe, which is housed in our minds and body temples. we either shine light, or become immersed in the darkness. it is all within.

to the many mansions.

Dr. Stephen Strange

A Lovely Meal

tonight I had dinner with my father. it was good time spent with a parent, and although we don't agree on specific points of view, I think we've agreed to disagree with each other. often times I am hesitant to engage with my father, mainly because we don't know each other as well as we could. but, he is still my progenitor, a person of whom I am indebted for providing me with the teaching as well as the means to get me into my adulthood. I am a late bloomer. I didn't leave the home until I was around 28. He was there for me when I was down for many years, and stood by my side with the faith, hope, and courage that I would make it through my storm. here we are, nearly ten years later, and we have the opportunity to begin anew. I spent time with him, spoke with him, laughed with him, and it was a good experience. also, we ate lobster! while I was young, he struggled on a daily basis in the military to provide for myself, my sister, and my baby brother. he was a good soldier. then, he was medically discharged because of his spinal injury. I think this release was a blow to his integrity. he had to leave a place where he felt most comfortable, and was denied any kind of reward for his service. they literally turned their backs on him for hurting his own. I imagine that he went through many nights wondering why after so many years of service they would be so cold and blatantly disrespectful. he's had to live with this wonder for well over a decade. I know sometimes I get short with him when he begins to describe his bitterness concerning the military, but I also know that he has every right in the world to have complaints. 18 years is a long time to give your life to something, especially something that you solely believed in. I appreciate the man he was when he was in the military. in a lot of ways, he was my role model. now, I am an adult, and I have to somewhat emulate the work ethic that he possessed as a soldier, and let it pour over into my own pursuits. he bought us a house in 1992. it was extremely nice. I hope to get to know the man, beyond his flaws, and grow closer to him as a man myself.

thank you dad for your sacrifices.

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Utmost Perfection

life carries on. often times, we get caught up in the moment and feel that our lives are falling apart. the emotion is real, no doubt, but the notion of that feeling staying with us for long is incorrect. we as human beings are resillient, armed with a mechanism that activates the healing process. yes, we may shed tears for our loved ones passed away, but after the tears come the celebration of their memory. if your day is going down the tubes, stop for one moment and just breathe. meditate on the joys of life, and of existence. you are a magnificent creation, designed specifically to live life in bliss and tranquility. the key to the door that stands as an obstacle is already in your hand, you just have to use it. all of the mysteries and splendors of the universe are already encapsulated in your soul, you just have to open your eyes and see the light that shines within us all. we are gifted people, because of the fact that we have an atman, a soul. Socrates said that we never gain knowledge, we remember it. what he is saying is that inherently, all of the infinite knowledge of the universe is already encoded in the blueprint of your soul, it is up to you to decipher the message. planes of thought come in stages. we are not born gurus, we are born children. and as children, we need milk, not heavy meat. then, as we morph into adults, our mind begins to expand and slow down, giving the mind ample time to absorb heavier knowledge as it comes. the learning process is one that will continue on into the far reaches of inner space, never ending, never ceasing. don't cheat yourself out of the humility of the beauty of learning by saying, "I have no more to learn." no foot has walked every square inch of the seven continents of the planet. therefore, you must humble yourself and acknowledge to yourself (and only Self) that there is still more to learn, still a mountain to climb. Mount Everest is surmounted by placing one foot in front of the other. open your mind to those planes, those chakras, and continue learning. our bodies may decay, but exactly the reverse occurs to our minds. we sharpen, we harness knowledge, we transform knowledge into wisdom. and then, we understand. what a beautiful moment it is when you finally get the gist!

love yourself with the utmost perfection.

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Bliss of the Day

today is a beautiful day. I've just gained another family member, in the form of an aunt. I went to class and watched an old film. but mainly the reason why this day is so beautiful is that I'm in a happy mood. I can actually put a smile on my face, and be blissful. I'm reading a book on Chakras and Mantras, and repeating these mantras, either with my tongue or in the forefront of my mind, helps me to focus on something good. I learned a mantra last night that encompasses the elements of the mind and physical body. Monday I exercised, and here it is two days later and I'm still sore. it feels good. I'm on track in school. I'm keeping in touch with my family. Spring Break is almost here. two days and then I'm free for a week! I'm not sure exactly what the topic of this entry is, mainly it's a conformation of my happiness. I feel afloat today. I feel like I could create something beautiful. this actually might be a primer for a later entry on down the course of the day. usually, my entries have some sort of a direction. this one, I suppose, is just testimony of my good mood. I hope to speak to my friends today. I will attend Shaolin tonight. I learned a new form this past Monday. meditation is progressing. overall, it's a good time to be alive. be sure to turn off your television sets, and go outside into the wonderful weather and live in this world, not in some televised realm of mind control.

Peace.

Dr. Stephen Strange

As Time Passes

often I feel like time has passed me by, and that I am living in a perpetual memory. I know when all of time's beauty crumbled and fell apart, but I wonder why I must view life in this manner. I have spectacular memories, of friends, places, words, fragrances, tastes, sights. I'd say that the only place that I found true beauty was in Montana. if I shut my eyes and meditate long enough, I can remember what it was like to drive through the valley with snow-capped mountains to each side, miles and miles away in the distance. the rivers there were so majestic, the trees tall and green, the landscape pristine. I was 18 when I migrated there, right after graduation. I was adventurous in that age. I wonder where it went. did I just get sedimentary in the following decade? often I feel that I'm not living, that I'm just existing, that all that was beautiful had gone away a long time ago. granted, I still have the resource of my family, which is beauty in itself. I was walking down the pathway on UK's campus, and I struggled so hard to be able to see the beauty of that which is all around me. it's there, I just can't see it. the pressure on my mind has taken its toll. yet there still is beauty, I just have to open my eyes up to see it. if you ever get a chance, take a trip to the great Northwest, it's stunningly spectacular. I've never seen a place like that in my life, and a part of my heart will always linger there, in some form or fashion. one of my goals in life is to own a ranch in Montana, that I can visit in the summer and winter, and walk the land. has time passed me by? or am I just in a state of fogginess? I can remember being so happy in my late teenage years. I wasn't living a righteous life then, but I really didn't know about it in those times. now I know, and for some reason I feel shackled at the mind and eyes. beauty surrounds us, we just have to open our eyes and our hearts to see it. God made this world for us, so we must in return behold the beauty that is offered to the ones who truly can see it.

as time passes, we grow.

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Logistics

Study! Study! Study!

Dr. Stephen Strange

Sleepiness

I'm tired today, haven't yet shaken off the shackles of sleepiness. I really don't feel like being here. do you ever feel that way? I'm in that mode often. for some reason, I can't keep my eyes open. I have a midterm on Monday, so I have to really pull some heavy hours this weekend. as you get older, the hours grow shorter, and the minutes speed pass at a velocity that seems to get faster and faster. although the time dwindles in your life, the experiences become more vivid, illuminated by discoveries along the spiritual path. I find it a necessity to sleep, because we enter the dream state, a landscape that can only be accessed by the path of slumber. I wonder what is the true function of dreaming? is it a conduit that leads you to glimpses of heaven? or is it just our overactive cerebral activity firing electricity along the pathways of our brain synapses? (I don't know much about the brain, but eventually I'll purchase a book on Anatomy & Physiology, and learn!) I find often that when I enter the dreamscape, I lose some touch of the three dimensional physical world. upon waking, I sometimes feel that I've been to a place that cannot be seen with the two physical eyes, of which can only be perceived by the mind's eye. I have to read today, but I don't feel like it. I'll give myself a few minutes to wake up, then get to my reading. I miss all of my old friends from my youth. I feel very alone. I think of them often, and by keeping them alive in my memory, they enrich my mind and soul by reminding me that there was once a time when they were there for me. this entry has no real shape or form, it's just stream of consciousness. I hope to get home soon and take a nap. I need the rest.

to the shapeless topic.

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Long Walk

walking with someone who teaches you, I think is important. they must be able to see your facial expressions, hear how your tongue manipulates sound and diction, and sees how their knowledge and wisdom affects your mind. right now, my teacher lives in another state, and I can only hear his words through a phone. he has taught me much in the last three months, and although I am readily eager to learn as much from him as possible, I know I must take it slow, and walk. we're not running here, because when you run too fast you lose your wind quickly, and you have to stop to catch your breath. the journey is a slow one. I must learn to perceive his methods of teaching, and listen. I am a terrible listener, because I always feel that I have so much to say. the reality of the matter is that I have much to listen, much to learn. I am a student of life, and learning to suppress that Egotisitical mind is a difficult task. being the microcosm of the universe, I have the potential to bring to fruition all of my talents, and see them blossom like the thousand beautiful petals of the lotus. eventually, after I have advanced in my spiritual studies, I will write a book that will include my personal philosophies, and try to make sense of my being here on this planet. people come into your life for specific reasons, and I think that he is here to guide me through an esoteric journey of self-knowledge and enlightenment. but trust this point: enlightenment cannot come without, it must come from within. you could have a thousand teachers who teach you a thousand different perspectives on life, but it is up to you to internalize these jewels, and it is upon you to transform these jewels into the energy needed to achieve enlightenment. it is all up to you to take one foot off the ground and move it forward, and begin to walk. there is so much to learn from life, and I think that is the principal reason for being here, to learn. first it must begin with self-knowledge. know that you are the microcosm of the universe, and know that all the mysteries of that macrocosm is housed within. Jesus said that there are "many mansions." you are your own house. how you construct it is soley up to you. you could either build a shack in the middle of the woods, which would be a poor edifice, or you could design a mansion that is built with a solid foundation of understanding, and construct it with the walls of knowledge and wisdom. hang on your walls beautiful pictures of memories and majestic thoughts. you choose. you could either remain stationary in the mental ignorance, or you could begin to walk, and build the mansion of your mind with each step of seeking that which has always resided within, which is Self. books can only give you the information, it is up to you to manipulate that information into energy, in order to apply it to your mind. your mind is the greatest attribute you have within you, for it is the mainframe through which all that is without operates within. your eyes are the prisms through which all light passes through to the mind. you have a choice before you at every moment in your life, to either be mentally dead, or be a living organism that seeks to perfect itself in each succeeding moment.

begin the long walk of life.

Dr. Stephen Strange

The Joyous Day of Birth

what does it mean to be birthed? consciousness is relatively strange, due to the fact that you really don't know when it came about. I don't remember a time of consciousness before my second or third year of life. and here I am in the commencement of my 31st year, and in reflection I trace my path along those markers called birthdays. I wonder, did we possess consciousness before birth? and did I choose to come to this planet on the whim of a decision? many of these existential questions come to mind, and often. trying to wrap my mind around the existence of consciousness is a tricky one, because although I was born on March 4th, 1978, I know one day I will die. what then? do I go on into another incarnation, or become a star in the midst of a massive, infinite universe? or do I graduate to divinity as a deity of some sort? the past 10 years have been turbulent, where my mind has been I'd rather not discuss. the important point is that I am here now, using my word to create thoughts as they manifest, and that I am blessed to see another joyous day of birth. it is possible that with each passing of the meridian of our birth cycle that we can reinvent ourselves over and over. we are beings of infinite potential, for the God of the universe lives within us, which grants us that infinity of thought conception. the universe and all of its magnificent splendor exists within, if only we could tap into that other 90% of our cerebral potential. at this age, do you ask for anything, presents? all I really need is to see the faces of my family, and sit down with a good book to read and get swept away into the winds of beautiful thought. I'm getting older. my ten year plan begins today, at this very moment, and this entry is the first step. I will write as often as possible, at least once a day. of course, I know that there will be times when I miss an entry, but it's not as if I am being graded on my blog attendance. sometimes I just don't feel like saying much of anything, or anything at all. I'd like to say thanks to my mother and my father for loving me enough to conceive me, and thanks to my mother for the tribulation and pain of bringing me into this world. although I don't remember being anywhere before I was propelled into this world, I know that when I leave this place, I won't forget you two.

man, 31 years....

Dr. Stephen Strange

1 Day and Counting

I was born at 4:45pm on March 4th, 1978. I don't remember much from the first two years of life, but I began being conscious in about mid-1980. I grew up on great television shows, such as Family Ties, Growing Pains, Different Strokes, The Facts of Life, Soul Train, Silver Spoons. we were living in Germany at this time. and we only had around 3 different channels on the tele. we lived in an apartment complex that had three stairwells and about four levels per stairwell. I can recall playing on the side of the building, jumping off the walls that surrounded the trash area with plastic trash bags that worked like a parachute. I used to fly those windup rubberband airplanes, toss them into the air, and watch them go. I think I had a crush on my babysitter. being on the fourth floor, we had a balcony, and I remember climbing onto the outside of the balcony, gripping the railing, and letting go for just a split second to simulate a pending fall. then I would grab it, and climb back over. we made lifelong friends with a family called "Sweets." although we haven't seen them in decades, I suppose both my father and my mother think about them every now and again, as I am doing in this blog. what movies were popular back then? Star Wars, Jaws, American Werewolf in London, E.T., Close Encounters With The Third Kind, War Games. there were probably plenty more that I can't recall. when you're new to the world, you accumulate a massive amount of memories in the first five years, but they eventually fade after about twenty five years. my earliest memory is of me hiding underneath the couch, looking out to see if anyone was looking for me. Germany had awesome icecream, and the candy store was paramount in all aspects. my father was a military man, so that is why I was living in Germany. every Christmas was magnificent. there were tons of presents for both myself and my sister. she's four years older than me, and in those days we were pretty close to each other. I remember when we would get grounded to our rooms, we would sit on the threshold of the doors and run toy cars back and forth so that we could still play with each other even under the looming punishment of being restricted. I met a boy named Kevin Watts in grade school, who, after we moved away from Germany, I would meet again in Arizona in fifth grade. the military life is pretty cool in retrospect, but as a child it is painful because you're always leaving your home and your friends behind. both of my parents worked during those years when my sister and I were young. our house was always filled with music. Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Sting and The Police, Peter Gabriel, Journey, Phil Collins, Chicago, REO Speedwagon, and many other artists would play on our old turntable. I remember looking at my dad's setup and thinking, "wow! that's the coolest stereo in the world!" it was a stack system. I remember years later that it was eventually cast aside, and then there wasn't much music played in our house. that was one of the best things about my time in Germany, the music, because it established a foundation for how I now govern my own house. there's always good music being played. I developed a thorough love for the soundwaves of good music. for one of my birthdays in Germany, I got my first radio and my first tape: Stevie Wonder "Part-Time Lover." I've been listening to Stevie Wonder for majority of my life. I grew up on his music, and many more artists that I really can't recall. I think that every household should be filled with music. kindergarten and 1st grade was the entry into that bureaucracy which leads to the struggle to be accepted into society and popularity. trust me, it lasts for years. you really don't stop struggling to be accepted until you accept that you will never be accepted. birthdays in Germany were always filled with great gifts and friends. one of my birthdays I wore a plastic cowboy hat, of which I wonder now what the hell I was thinking! my mother was one of the most beautiful women when she was in Germany. she's still beautiful. my sister and I used to take bedsheets and drape them on chairs to make a fort of some sort, and camp out there on weekends with our toys and pretend that we were somewhere else. our imaginations were wild back then, so innocent and so brilliant. the sad part of life is that eventually that imagination dwindles and becomes a vacant lot, we lose it as we grow into adults, which is a sad despondency, the reality of losing our innocence. when I was in Germany, the American area was divided from the German area, and our apartment complex was right on the border of that division. there was a fence that stood behind our complex, and I would secretly climb under that chainlink fence and go on missions throughout that area. I didn't go that far, but I can recall seeing the German women out on their balconies naked from the waist up, with hair under their arms. for a young child, seeing a woman's breast is both exhilirating and strange at the same time. sex is a distant thought when you're four years old, but you eventually pick up on the notions. the memories that I formed while I was in Germany were golden, and I will always be appreciative for the fact that I've lived in a place where many Americans I know have never been. and it is a part of my history, a place where I lived as a child. we left Germany in 1985, while my mother was pregnant with my baby brother John Matthew. so, those are the tales of my first 5 years while in Germany. I've tried to recall as many of the memories as I could, and although this is just a minor recollection, it's enough for me to describe how it was back in the day. I will be 31 at 4:45pm on March 4th, 2009. another year, another stage. if you read this, know that where you came from, all of the memories that you hold in your mind and heart, is the reason for who you are today. your past has come and gone, but it ,in some integral manner, helped to shape the person you are in this very moment.

to splendid memories....

Dr. Stephen Strange

Another Birthday

what does it mean to be 31? I suppose it's another year of learning, another year of both positive and negative. I am not a perfect being, but am a being who pursues perfection. I can say that I am blessed because each angle of my circle is guarded by friends and family, of which to whom I am indebted eternally. some take one angle, others take a multitude. I will make the transition into my second year of my 30's, and I feel more focused. this does not mean that I will not make mistakes. as Marvin Bell said, with the good comes the bad. it's just a matter of sorting it all out, in a positive, productive fashion.

School is going well. I am on track with my syllabus in each class, and my work at home is adequate enough that I get done what I need to get done. it's all a journey.

I'm not sure how exactly I will feel the day I turn 31. last year, I went through about a week of worry because I was departing from my 20's, and it was an eerie feeling of being absent from my youth. many people in my classes have told me that I have a young countenance, and they are shocked when I tell them that I'm almost 31. I've tried asking out a few of my classmates for coffee, but it appears that I'm too old to operate in that age group, for the average age is 20. that might just be a blessing, because of the level of mentality that is upheld by these young women; if I were to become involved with someone of that age, it might lead me into treacherous waters, and divert me from my spiritual studies. right now I need to focus on my education primarily, and then address the issue of companionship later.

The one aspect of gaining a year which is most appealing is that I've been given another year to increase the archives of my mind, I'm able to add more knowledge, and acquire more wisdom. this all leads to understanding, and once you have even a morsel of this jewel, your vision changes, transmogrifies, and morphs. I intend to wrap myself in a chrysalis this year, which will be weaved in such studies as Hinduism, Buddhism, Anatomy & Physiology, Poetry, and anything else I can introduce in a year's time. when you are transforming from one state to the next (age to age) you begin to focus on the more important attributes of life: Scholastics, Spiritual doctrine, Spiritual exercise, Family, Love, and Tranquility. I've made it a habitual aspect of my daily life to meditate at least once a day, even if it's only closing my eyes for a minute, enveloping my mind in the fabrics of darkness. remember this: space is blackness, and when you close your two eyes and engage in the third eye, you are wrapped in darkness. granted that you can see images that are conceived by this pineal gland/third eye, but predominantly you are in the blackness of space. as the Hindus and the Buddhists teach, the universe is contained within the mind, as well as being without on the exterior. we are microcosms of the ultimate universe. all of its wonders, magnificence, and splendor is housed within our physical and subtle bodies.

I'd recommend that you begin to open your mind to alternative sources of spiritual instruction. I believe religion was designed to mislead the mass populous. if you separate yourself from the connotations of religion, and focus more on the doctrine of various cultures, you will increase in your understanding of the universe and your role in it. imagine that we were all unified under the same banner, but practiced different methods of reaching the internal enlightenment. we don't live on Planet Christianity, or Planet Hinduism. we live on Planet Earth, and we are all inhabitants of this wonderful sphere. expand your mind by reading about how someone from India perceives the stories about the Gods and their specific creation myths. or learn from the Tibetan Buddhists, where you will learn about the patience of the tortoise. is it really going to blemish your soul if you learn how another man or woman thinks about the universe? the one aspect about doctrine all over the world is that there is a common thread that weaves its way through each individual doctrine: that there is a God, there is a universe, and that we are human beings seeking to evolve into something greater than what we are now in this very moment. I've been reading about the Hindu Gods and Goddesses, and their stories about how creation came about are very pleasant and cheerful. God has many names, and most of us are seeking him or her. we just do it in a different manner than the next man. also, there will be varations even within a specific doctrinal group. respecting diversity is key to understanding your neighbor.

I've gone on a tangent for a bit, but I've enjoyed this blog. I will be 31 on March 4th, and I know that it will be a great day, because I am crossing the threshold into an new plane of thought and understanding.

blessed are the ones who discover Prana.

Dr. Stephen Strange

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I am but a student of life.

Dr. Stephen Strange