It breaks my heart all over again when I hear people discussing what their god will do with the soul of Matthew Warren, who apparently took his own life. Why aren't people comfortable with what they can't see? Why do we want charlatans acting as if they know the "mind of God?" There is much that we aren't wise enough to know. Live with it!
I have had several members of my family take their own lives, one a beloved uncle, back in the day when my religion refused church burial to these "sinners." We were told that my uncle would forever burn in hell. What unmitigated arrogant bull dung this was and is! I have had several family members persecuted by church people attempting to exorcise the demons of their mental illness, rather than simply stepping in and holding them until their fears dissipated.
Here's what I know. My uncle's Sacred Spirit never left my soul or my mind's eye. Those with terrible "demons" nipping at their brains to the point where they couldn't hear the sound of The Sacred Spirit anymore still shared much of their beautiful souls with me.Their spirits live on in my soul, and presumably in all of the earth that they touched. Some I still see and hear in my most contemplative states.
I made up my mind as a child of six that if my siblings weren't going to heaven, I didn't want to go. I still stand by that belief. While I wait for the fires of hell, all those who ever loved me are parts of my "heaven on earth."
I have had several members of my family take their own lives, one a beloved uncle, back in the day when my religion refused church burial to these "sinners." We were told that my uncle would forever burn in hell. What unmitigated arrogant bull dung this was and is! I have had several family members persecuted by church people attempting to exorcise the demons of their mental illness, rather than simply stepping in and holding them until their fears dissipated.
Here's what I know. My uncle's Sacred Spirit never left my soul or my mind's eye. Those with terrible "demons" nipping at their brains to the point where they couldn't hear the sound of The Sacred Spirit anymore still shared much of their beautiful souls with me.Their spirits live on in my soul, and presumably in all of the earth that they touched. Some I still see and hear in my most contemplative states.
I made up my mind as a child of six that if my siblings weren't going to heaven, I didn't want to go. I still stand by that belief. While I wait for the fires of hell, all those who ever loved me are parts of my "heaven on earth."
It has always amazed me how someone has the audacity to play GOD, and determine where another human is to spend eternity.
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