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Here it is. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. He created the moon, the stars, the everything in between. He created every living creature that roamed the earth and dominated the seas. He created every living plant that he grew from just a seed.Before he rested he created man whom he gave dominion over all the creatures, plants, all living things upon the earth. The key words here being upon the earth! This is the basis of our existence. No matter what religion you are, no matter what Gods you pray to. In some form or another, this is how we, humanity, began.
Much later he gave us commandments which to abide by, rules, just like any parent would give their child so they don’t misbehave. Yet, just like our children, we feel the need to push the limits of those rules. Maybe it is in our nature, maybe we just don’t like rules. Unlike the punishment for our children, however, our punishment for breaking God’s rules could very well damn our souls.
I grew up an avid Pentecostal or ‘holy roller” if you will. I grew up thinking that the Bible was it. The end all be all of everything. That it is and was the only thing we should be turning to when it comes to God and religion. As I got older though the world changed for me. I knew even at a young age in my heart of hearts something was missing.
Was it God trying to keep me balanced and on the right track? Who knows. All I know is that after discovering that the Romans put together the books as the Bible we now know and that they removed several books to suit their own personal gain. I look at it differently now. I am not saying that the Bible isn’t true but how can I not question why they did this? Or the bigger question is what’s missing?
Since the dawn of time man has looked to the sky to answer the ultimate question. Where do we come from? While I believe there is yes, still a mystery there I know the answers lie among us. We just have to find them is all. Like finding the lost book of Enoch. There was such a hoopla about it and it is a very interesting read. It does fill in some of the blanks of the little mentioned of Enoch in the Bible.
This got me thinking. You know I was trained in Church that you can read a scripture in the Bible a hundred times and come up with a new meaning every single time. Why is that? I truly believe it is because a man took the actual books of the Bible and conformed it to how they wanted it to read. There is just enough confusion in it so that you never see the truth. That there are huge gaping gaps in the Bible. I am not being blasphemous here or want to be, but if that is what you are thinking right now it is because that is the way you were trained. By “religion”.
Religion is just a word, you know it only has meaning because you give it that power. I I found myself lost and confused at the tender age of 19 about this whole “religion” thing and so I prayed on it. The outcome was astounding and changed the way I view the word “religion” forever. From that moment on I was no longer a Pentecostal, Or Baptist, or any label. My relationship with God is a personal one. That is all anyone needs to know about it.
My friend and I have discussed the holes in the Bible many times and right now she is voraciously reading any scroll, any ancient text, any lost book of the Bible she can get her hands on. I, however, find it fascinating that I can, in fact, read the Bible with new eyes and see for myself the crumb of truth that lies between the pages. Once the rose-colored glasses come off, and you expand your mind to the possibility of Angels walking among us, that maybe Eve wasn’t Adam’s first wife, that there were giants roaming the earth, that Moses was actually a Pharoh at one point, you start to see a bigger picture. One that we haven’t even scratched the surface of yet, and that the clues are in the very Bible that we hold so dear to us. That is where the Romans made their mistake when putting the books together and editing it.
They left just enough information in there so that with an open mind, not the one they hypnotized us to have we see the truth. Or at least the part they shared with us in the Bible. I will say when beginning this journey much like my friend I felt guilty, or even blasphemous. Yet, every new discovery I make fits with the previous puzzle piece confirming each one like a chain of events I cannot stop unraveling. I question everything nowadays not because I am trying to be blasphemous but because I seek the truth. I know where I come from it states in Genesis where I come from. I seek the background the evolution of man that got me here today. I seek the knowledge of my ancestors. Am I the product of a long forgotten civilization or are my origins deeper, darker than that?
Just by reading Genesis with my new eyes there are more questions and that is just in chapter 1. There is so much more to discover, and with every new discovery, I am one step closer to my origins. I leave you with this Spirituality is a part of us. Your relationship with God should be a personal one. Don’t be afraid to question what you’ve been taught. Look for your own answers. They are there waiting for you to discover them. When you feel the ring of truth click into place inside our soul. You know you are on to something. Don’t be bogged down with such labels as “religion”. Remember the basics the rules God set before us. For in the end that is all that matters.
Since I already did a blog with this word in it I am just going to post the link here.
It all started with this OWL! I was driving back from somewhere toward my house one evening at the end of the summer when something large with a huge wingspan cut across the front of my car. It was something that moved so swiftly in the dark I couldn’t tell what it was. I stopped so suddenly as to not collide with the beast and almost soiling myself in the process. I slowly turned my head and there, upon the telephone wire sat, a great big owl. I slowly got out of my car turning on my camera on the phone and with bated breath snapped this photo. He didn’t seem fazed by all the commotion and in fact looked at me as if I were nothing more than a blip on his night. I having, never seen an owl before in real life was left breathtaken and a little curious that he didn’t seem to be afraid of me. He seemed to see into me and a shiver actually went down my spine.
Being more than a little creeped out I slowly backed away and got back in my car and drove home. A part of me shaken to my very core not understanding why? It was just a bird, right? I phoned my friend and relayed the events that had happened and she said, “you know in some cultures seeing an owl is a sign of death.” Not knowing any of this I, of course, googled it and I wish I hadn’t. You see just a couple of weeks before this I had an overwhelming sense of dread. I had a feeling that I was about to die. I didn’t know how, I didn’t know when, but I felt a certainty unlike anything else I have ever felt in my life. I am still scared of it.
So you can understand that I was more than a little shaken by the news I found on Google. Here is what I found.
Some native American tribes (which I do have a lot of Native American in me). For instance, believe that dreaming of an owl signified approaching death. Boreal owl calls were a call spirits to the Cree people, and if you answered back with a whistle and didn’t get a response, it was a sign that your death was imminent.
Also, owls were associated with witchcraft. Greeks and Romans believed witches could turn themselves into owls, and in this form would come and suck the blood of babies. In other cultures, owls were simply messengers of witches or hooted to warn the approach of a witch.
Some Romans associated owls with the goddess Athena, wisdom, and prophecy.
This is the one that got me cause my friend and I was just talking about it before “the incident” it was that the Ancient Christians saw owls as a sign of evil and linked then with Lilith, Adam’s first, disobedient wife.
There is so much lore, centered around the owls that by the time I read through everything my head was spinning, but he seems to now be following me. I am more than a little freaked out now. It’s as if he doesn’t want me to forget him or something. Because owls keep popping up everywhere in my life. To show you what I mean I am going to add some pics I took of different owls and you can tell me an I worrying for nothing?
There is one pic I don’t have it was right after this incident I had all but forgotten the creepiness of the evening but then I went to work one morning and a friend of mine walked past me and there on her shoulder was an owl purse. Same beady eyes as the real one, but this was only the beginning.
The next one is about a week or so later and I have a pic of it. I went to the doctor to get stitches and as I looked up there at the entrance to the waiting room was a painting of a whole family of freaking owls.
Then came the ads on tv. This one was an insurance commercial.
This one is self-explanatory.
Then came my favorite way to procrastinate (while I am not writing) the tv shows. Granted I have only seen them on two tv shows but they are there every time I watch. This one is 2 Broke Girls see what is behind her on the counter yup it is another owl. I have another pic of the same episode with a shot of an owl on the fridge but I cannot find it at the moment.
Then there is THE BIG BANG THEORY! Look at the table owl salt and pepper shakers. There is another episode where she is in the apartment she had and it does a screen shot of her at the kitchen island with green owl salt and pepper shakers but I never captured that one.
Then there is this one same episode but look what is hanging on the wall behind him.
Then there is my everyday life. My favorite place in the world my used bookstore where I do my open mike poetry nights. The place where I go to unwind and relax. My church so to speak and now it too has been riddled with owls.
And I stopped by there this morning and what do you know right in front of me the owner’s newest addition to the store. Another freaking owl!
Annnd last but I am certain not the least. I was scrolling through stuff on Google this morning after that last pic when I came across the Native American Animal signs. I am not an owl but my best friend who just had her birthday on Saturday is. Ironically the pic looks just like the one I saw that first night, but in a drawing form. Here is that pic.
I am losing my mind here. Please, someone, tell me this is not something I should worry about or is it much like you know when you buy a car and you never see that type of car. Then suddenly because you have one they are everywhere. Am I subconsciously seeking them out? I don’t feel as if I am and yet, they seem to be haunting me. Everywhere I go. Is my madness finally kicking in by way of a night flying bird? Or do I really need to be watchful of falling beams and such? You tell me. Any input would be greatly received.
She was saintly in all that she did. A wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister. Her roles were etched out for her even before she was born and she played them well.
Always the yes girl, she behaved exactly as she should. Never complaining that her load was too great to bare.
No one ever asking, if she was alright. They just assumed she was, with all her saintly ways.
However, she was full of fire inside. A hunger for a life only she could imagine. A thirst that could never be quenched.
She longed to sink her bare feet into the sand and watch the waves roll upon her. She craved a life she would never have.
She ached to ride wild horses, barebacked and bare-chested. She lusted after the moon and all his beautiful brightness.
She sought a world where she could be free of all her tedious masks. For in her soul she was anything but saintly.
AND HERE IS #3. IT IS CALLED DEATH: