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George Krokos Feb 2013
A brief statement about certain controversial questions and issues relating to some core religious topics such as:
What is God?
Where is God?
Who Is God?
and a new or old philosophy and perspective (depending on the readers views) offering an explanation to these age old questions.

Prelude:
The proof of That which is not restricted to any construct of the human mind and is beyond imagination is Divine. This is sometimes revealed to a select few in the form of a revelation or philosophy from time to time and is what history calls religion and is also uplifting and blissful.
The ordinary human mind and intellect cannot comprehend or fathom that which is beyond it but only staggers at the attempt, bewildering as it is to the ego which is the seat of the mind and limited individual personality. (See Note #1)

Standpoint 1
It is generally stated that neither the existence nor the non-existence of God can be proven. But if there is absolutely nothing or everything is somehow taken away, then whatever is left or there is that remains can only be the place, source or state from which everything is brought into existence and sustained for a while within its own infinite being and by its own infinite or unlimited latent capacity of power, knowledge and blissful freedom of imagination and creation.

Standpoint 2
The state of absolute nothing (colorless, formless, odorless, indivisible, unfathomable), if there ever was such a state, would then be the complete and infinite unmanifest state or prior condition of this Boundless and Eternal Being or God from where all the universe, as we have come to know and see to date, has come and in which it still must exist without any exception regardless of what there appears now to be.

Standpoint 3
All the planets, moons, suns, stars, galaxies, nebulae and whatever else there may be are nothing other than, relatively speaking, like the atoms, molecules, compounds, cells etc that go to make up the body of a living physical entity, and in this specific and particular case, the manifest cosmic being known as or called the universe, and the so called black holes would then be found to be the arterial pathways of the energy or substance known as dark energy and matter which is of a non atomic nature (See Note #2). It should also be noted that the simplest and first atom or atomic substance or element is hydrogen, which is made up of just an electron and a proton, and is the most abundant atomic substance in the universe. In other words from the one formless substance of dark energy and matter come hydrogen, helium, lithium, etc (in the order of the atomic scale), from the simplest and lightest to the most complicated, densest and heaviest.

Standpoint 4
This then is the reason why we should consider the infinitely large of the outer universe with all the cosmic forces and objects known and unknown on the one hand, while its opposite, the infinitely small, being that of the inner universe, in the form of man’s mind and emotions together with the sub and atomic forces on the other, both co-existing at the same time without an apparent beginning or end, that make up the whole visible and invisible creation which is seemingly expanding, until the endless end, in something greater than itself, for how else could this ever be? (See Note #4)

Standpoint 5
The preceeding points help to validate the statements in the scriptures which say “as above so below” and that “we are made in the image and likeness of God” (ie: our soul or spirit within), and an aspect of Einstein’s theory of Relativity that mentions or postulates of ‘the curvature of space’ and certain aspects of Quantum Physics. The preceeding points also bring together both views of the so called ‘Big Bang’ and ‘Steady State’ theories that have gained popularity in modern times and where the former seems to be the more widely accepted view.

Standpoint 6
The five so called elements of Earth, Water, Fire, Air and Ether mentioned in certain philosophical texts and which correlate to the five lower energy centers (or Chakras) of the human body are complemented by two higher ones being those of Light and Sound of the two higher centers. This also explains the scripture where it is written “in the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God” and where “God said let there be light and there was light” (See Note #3) which indicates that from the ‘Word of God’ or primeval sound came light, then ether, air, fire, water and earth in a descending order. The last five mentioned elements deal specifically with life and conditions on our own world and also other worlds where one, some or all of the seven kingdoms of evolution are to be found in various stages of development. (See Note #5)

Standpoint 7
If man is made in the image and likeness of God then whatever can be seen outside can also be seen inside in the sense that there is nothing but God that really exists and that the essence of God is in man's soul and spirit. An analogy of this would be to look at a drop of an infinite ocean (without boundaries or divsions) and to recognize or realise that the drop of the ocean is nothing other than the ocean itself which may apparently seem to be separate or limited due to a bubble of ignorance and limited perception (the effect of duality or God's Cosmic Illusion or Maya). The illusion of duality becomes less apparent and is indeed negligible to the point of non existence as man evolves spiritually and realises his oneness with the essence or real part of his inner being which is non other than a drop in (not separate from) this indivisible infinite ocean of God. When this 'essence' is made the focus of an individual's consciousness and is continually invoked upon by various means it then becomes activated or awakened, so to speak, from a dormant latent state, to one of a highly charged and source seeking intelligent energy that is returning back to its real home or state from the lowest center of consciousness (gross, dense and material) in the human body to the highest centers being those in the higher parts of the body which are of a much finer or subtle consciousness and associated with light and sound (i.e. the primeval sound and light of creation) which come from God or the state of infinite consciousness.  This is also the state of Absolute Nothing mentioned in Standpoint 2 above from where Absolutely Everything has come from or manifested within its own Being and the Infinite Existence (all that exists does so within God) due to the infinite latent capacity of power, knowledge and blissful freedom of imagination and creation (Standpoint 1).  
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Notes:
(#1) See also my other prose titled "God is the Highest Good".
(#2) The universe is the infinite creature or creation of God. It resembles more or less the atomic structure of a living infinite organic entity and is the physical manifestation of an Eternal Un-manifest and Unfathomable Divine  Existence or Boundless Being which is the Only Reality or God.
(#3) See The Old and New Testaments of The Holy Bible.
(#4) We use a telescope to see into the body of the universe being incredibly large and use a microscope to see things or signs of life that are incredibly small.
(#5) The Seven kingdoms Of Evolution are: 1. Gaseous forms including stars, suns, planets etc, stone and metal. 2. Vegetable forms 3. Worm forms including all insects and reptiles 4. Fish forms 5. Bird Forms 6. Animal forms 7. Human forms.
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This is my contribution to the world of philosophy and to those who are curious about the nature of religion. Written in 2010. I will welcome any commentary or feedback on this whether it be good or otherwise.
Devin Ortiz Nov 2016
Never being afraid to tell it how it is..

I said America is by no means perfect
You told me I was un American, then preceeded to shout Make American Great Again.

You said flag burners disrespect the soldiers
I said that they fight in vein, preceeding to tell you that that Flag doesnt represent us all the same

I said Black Lives Matter
You told me All Lives Matters, then preceeded to be silent when black lives lost were lost

You said get over slavery
I said it still effects today, preceeding to explain that it reinforced a system of inequality

I said that you have privilege
You screamed that you struggle, proceeding to ignore that it isn't a factor of race

I told you all the ways I've lived
You told me all the ways it isn't true
That the life I live cannot be
Because it hasn't happened to you.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
The cryptic mystic climbed the stairs to put fire to the lighthouse candle.
Two hundred circular winding steps to  his nightly destination...lives hung in the balnce....you see the ships at sea clung desperately to the streaming beams of salvation......To guide them past the ragged reefs and jagged rocks.

The Cryptic mystic huffed and stumbled, and grunted as he mumbled  " one hundred more to go".
For forty odd years, the mystical cryptic did dilligently climb to task as the setting sun did glow and bask the tower in fading light.
Preceeding dark and blinding nightfall.

Forty years and to the day or forty one I dont know which the crypic one was dutybound.

If he had only thought to look in the cellar there, he would have  seen a light switch on the southern wall.
In the lantern two hundred feet,high a massive bulb hung high above the wick and tallow
And to this day,the old man makes the climb on creaky knees a penance paid  pain.
A beam of hope for ship and scow still pierces blackest night as the cryptic one will still be found climbing up and hobbling down the winding staircase dutybound.
bobby burns Jan 2013
there are moments with
you, and moreover, tiny
moments within moments,
and so forth, when it feels
impossible to be any closer
to you than the cigarette
between index and rebuttal.
[it should be saying a lot(but it's not)]
like on those southern nights
when honey stained our lips
and lives and judgment;
they showed up in the back
of a police car, armed with
a deadly arsenal of threats
as empty as the bottle of
whiskey in the corner.
they left, and we delivered,
before the state could sweep ash
away into the dustpan of a foster
home and furthermore into the
wastebasket or dumpster of the
so-called effectively efficient system.
we caught some air mixed in with
the paper souls betwixt index and
profane, and discussed past lusts
and loves and losses and the insanity
of the preceeding few days while the
accompanying ebb of breath and flow
of fire beat gently on our consciences.

the new year; i never thought i'd
make it here, *and neither did you.
Cate Aug 2015
My head is fuzzy-
I can't pull myself out from underneath
the intoxicatingly tiring weight
of my multiple comforters and blankets.
I think of the inside of a koala's ear.
How fuzzy that must be.
That is what I am, yes.
I am nonsense, innocent pink and gaping.
No complex encroaching my perception,
no predelection for the preceeding day.
No bias nor misdirection yet, i am
unwavering as a week of rain
that leaks into two;
heavy grey clouds that won't budge
for longer than a half-hour.
I am a spelling bee and the certainty
before the fall- the letters came out wrong.
I am a churning gut, egging me
towards the "right call"
with the strumming of my moral fibers
or something of that nature.
I am the creeping heat of a humid day
no present danger
just sense of exhaustion;
feeling drained.
I am the pain on the page
and the **** poor decisions
that lead to a scalding shower
trying to smoke out those spur-of-the-moment sins.
I'm alone in your parent's walk-in closet
sobbing behind your father's golf polo's
while you make desserts
for a party full of strangers.
I always hated how you tried
to impress the neighbors.
I am the next day hurt
from a wrestling match that popped up in the
back yard over some hurt feelings
and a misinterpreted meaning.
I am all you know
but won't believe in.

C.e.M. Aug.18,2015
Olivia Kent Jun 2014
The fields are old,
furrows run deep through their barren path,
the last time they were ploughed, was a year ago,
after last sunlight,
preceeding last snowfall,
they are not fertile,
they lay ancient,
maybe they just lie,
maybe they're filled to the brim with old bones,
they store knowledge within their clods,
just occasionally,
now and again a creature crawls over their surface,

It is not a field with furrows, but an ageing face,
A face that needs replenishing,
brushing tenderly with restorative fingertips,
fingertips that soothe with moisture cream,
collecting a nightmare and creating a dream!
(C) Livvi
This is actually about skin changes and wrinkles as we age and relationships x You guys know what I write x
Zani Jun 2017
Stick my head in kaleidoscope bucket
With zealous glee I lick and **** it
For she employs the morning glory
The grass now wet with dawning glow refracts
To capture that sensory attraction to the floral slit
Wafting in the tree
Why
Else
Would
My
Essence
Bee

Spitting out a sea of porous rosin
Into bough of nature’s pocket
Scurry homeward bound to soar
As Icarus the muppet
Drunk and flapping to the morning hue
A fugue of nectral revenue
Through hexagonal shaped avenue
With that binding grip it has on you and me

It shows if yellow fur is torn and marred
How the honey jar lies
For the fit working parts that make
This mechanical engine for sucrine sake
Externally flakey
At core a jubilant succulent disection
Built for an ursular day-dream
Decadent demise
Floured hands produce
Thy pollinous prize

Whilst Adorning sting  
Hostile pride promoting the imminent explosion
Pulsating preceeding the numbness that rushes
The red twards' hystemic vulcanic duct
Made of flesh
Oozing fresh yellow lava amidst a puddle of sweat
What a temporary pullava it seems

Meanwhile tiny size chackras become warped and starve
As the scent left on dependant wind
Promotes marvelous death to my comrades
Holding post-mortem to determine what underwent
Before abdomen tore in sacrificial repentance
To protect the important through the act of entropy
In the name of she

Regina
My matron
Re-dream her intonation
Has blessed the concept of sky
Through one thousand eyes the stripes I inherit
Manifest miraculous logic
To bring about merit in laborious action
A yellow and black faction
Working for commune to take shape
And bring about wake in our beautiful landscape
Resonant ripe with a balanced instruction
For the sake of achieving the feminine kind
Who gave light to us all

My brothers both lovers and warriors are told
We are a swarm of coerced souls
Devouring pockets of pure potential
Serving our karmic debt
The scene is set for hard work
As it hums with satisfaction
Nat Lipstadt Jul 15
June was a disastrous month, with no direction but home,
as if it, home, was magnetized, and every escape/avoidance
attempt was refuted, and the irrevocable demanded my time,
my presence, in the city, where all my troubles lay pus~festering
lesions,  yanking me from my refuge, my peace of mind tattered
with bacillus interruptus

She called June the month of clusterf—ck, accurate and uncharacteristically, unlike her, a violent, ***** epithet

but correct.

July, the month that the gods of Cesar jealously rule,
bring Les Surprises, and the pattern recommences and
the mind surgically thinks calm yet knows no peace,
and sleep is contaminated, the dreams violent and
repetitiously, ******… a sure sign of the tumult within…
the eerie and  the unstable interrupting my writing,
breathing and ever constant denial of the peace afforded by
successfully lying to myself…

a minor action bring flaming, flashing warning lights on
my human dashboard, seemingly unconnected, but perhaps
a single sensor has gone detective… for the uncorrelated
stability of this vehicle, my anti-skid system have been triggered and the dread check engine light is ominously continuously yellow…implying worse is yet to come, before the finality of…red

symbolism us everywhere; inescapable, unavoidable and
irrecoverable and perhaps, alas, the worst - irreconcilable!
all this is the slowest excoriation of excruciating…and it’s
everpresent, omnipresent, like an angered finger pointing
a constant thunderbolt of guilt, which points transfixedly
at me…with the sneers of thunder preceeding its electricity

last year, around this time, the heart was near to dare explode,
with no overt warning that was paid proper heed, now I pay
and pay but there is no specialist available to cure, let alone,
properly diagnose what’s ailing me…even though I know
exactly, I cannot openly confess the origins of My Malaise

I recover old poems, mine, that delve into the mysteries of
solace, and they should  offer comforting direction, but the
sticking place is strong within my chest and all topical
creams cannot penetrate sufficiently to offer relief, let
alone, let alone, let a l o n e, provide an effective curettage of
removal…

symbols come before my eyes in formulas I do not understand,
which renders them worse than useless, for if a formula cannot
begin or end with = sign, what good is it, what good am I,
and now post-reparation, my heart speaks to me volubly
with such troubled sadness, I am nearly and dangerous
close to being a being who is nearly *frightened unto death
Maduchi Aug 2019
Once you feel the urge, heaven stands
Be it a plan to pray or a plan to fast
Like soldiers positioning themselves in combat
All in heaven is set, prayer is merely a demonstration of faith & trust

The urge to fast sets explosives on barriers and obstacles
Prayer becomes the detonator blasting open all walls

Emerging in silence, it shows up readying itself to burst like a bubble
Each word uttered already whispered into the ear by the Holy Spirit
Like a network of trails already created by preceeding elephants in a jungle
Each declaration is a succeeding footstep having all trampled thorns to the ground sticking

Authority was already given to those that lack or need, but want or desire
Like the talents from a Master to all men but only invested by those that to greatness aspire
This weapon an untouchable but intangible
Yet in any season accessible and readily available
Prayer and fasting, mountains move and things change
annieohk Dec 2018
How can it be
These words have
Never before been written
In this illustrious order?
Gliding, sliding, sometimes hiding
Behind the word preceeding
Only to jump out and capture
Or amaze, perhaps daze,
Or make you draw
In your breath in awe
The laws of rhyme defied
Or overused and abused
Winsome and floating
Like my thoughts
On a gray and dreary day
And where to end?
In a crypt of dead words?
Or perhaps like a sunset
That shines on forever
Just beyond reach
Yet never fading from memory
Heavenly determination
Melody made
Of earthly pleasures
Treasures
Near my heart
Intentions of a man near
Death
With self centered
Under developed senses
Meant for sensory
Correction
In a class of eventual deception
Beyond mental cognitive
Correction
Deception like encrypted data
In a fit of stemming
Pleasure from a different
Member
Rendered useless till I wake up better
With a hospital attire
And moms spaghetti on my sweater
Ambition  of a devil
With a stellar over sweltering temptation
To take ***** in a cave
And save my life
And prevent the fate of man kind
From the overtake of satan's mind
Take my eyes
God made them nice
So Jordans name
Dont sayit twice
Jordan's legs are nice
His face is why
He had to break and rearrange
The frame of future past dated
Back to pre grade 5
And preceeding age 9
The 8 year old with great full eyes
Who escaped the date of age 29
With a name that goes both ways
A little lady spine
Save me a date to die
*** it's to late to escape the fate
I've made and put in slated
Truth I dont want to escape but I'm afraid that I
May change my mind
When they break my spine
And change my eyes.
My self expression explodes
From gods sense of humour
Explaining why.
I feel great but
They make humour of
The way I've tried
I cant take the times
Till jesus makes me find
Missing pieces
Of my love for life
And every time I fucki g hate my life
I changed your mind
You ******* hated mine
I'm going to take my time
It's ok and I
Know its pain justify
As okay and respectable
And I'm safe and fine
As long as I'm took serious
And made to cry
It's a tainted lie.
I've been made to die
So follow your plate with love
Laugh and live
And make every second
A destination. In the sands of time
And make each memory a magical
Dance with time.
You glance back in time
With happiness your going to outlast the times
Preceeding self fulfillment
Was a wasted land
The makings of a safe hand
To raise the heavens
From a place of self deprivation
Deprication and deliverance
From a slipping time
Wishing lies
Would lose the definition
Of words to fit
Emotions in a gifted mind
The light becomes
A different split
That rips existence
Into Jean's that fit my thighs
And twist my *** too look like
Michelle. That **** little
Hotty fox
Your my oxygen in a misty fog
With ****** softness in your body's
Blind.
The water of a drop that stops
The flow of Carter to a halter top
Like falters not
An option
When you rock with god
He frees you all
To beat the odds
Feeds you all
And believes you all
He loves the life you possess
He seen it all.
Like believe me y'all
Do you believe in god?
Or Do you dream at all.
I'm not swallowing
This intolerance with out you
Seeing all the love
With in
A sea of loss
And still needing god to grieve your loss...
I'm his *****. And I believe it all.
What once was demonly involved
And seemingly self involved
Mental health a fleeting thought
In lots of drugs
And disconnection from the human
Law. A meaning
Of connection feeding all
A seamless logic that sees every angle
Untill it reads em all
The very script against the bleeding
Words written on the christmas wall.
Not finished all...
I've controlled every aspect.
Of perceivable existence
Untill this prison
Seems so distant from conviction
Of a different law
I'm more in witsec. Hiding
My self from criminals
That all live in similar walls
I'm sick of my intentions
I need some different walls
Or either in a prison
Meant for ****** thoughts
There not
Their really hot
I need **** alot
Oh **** that little thought
Courtney O May 2020
The happiness preceeding the rain
A rain that does not wash but rather creates pain
The happiness opening my eyes to the fact - I care
I don't mind, better to live than to merely exist

The news is a mess
I am afraid we will be next

I trust you, and I trust us
but the fear freezes my bones
only sometimes

How the world turned a nightmare - no one knows
but I'll clutch to us, just in case it stops

— The End —