A Ten or, Crescendo!!

The singing breeze releases voice,

of Birds to Seek her height!

The wonder of,

such wondrous Flight!!

With Ease,

too Sail through.

The Battle comes,

when delight,

gives weight,

to seeming needs.

The Drink of Life

A given-plight,

for I do,

feel the plead.

It's Nice!

To dine on such,

in Mind I sought,

to Relieve this Deed.

A Sign

The Grace of Nature,

does embrace.

An Eagle befriended Me of late!

First We Met,

He flew in sight.

He swiftly darted prey,

the sound of such a precise flight,

brought shivers to my spine.

Next

He spied Me out,

a Tree He matched.

In colored display,

with difficulties I sight.

So near He was to Me!

A proximity,

which I still,

dismay, amazed,

an Ominous display.

No Time had passed,

only Afternoon,

brought Majesty again.

Almost,

as if He's watching.

So, I may know His Claim,

an Ancient, Ageless Reign!

I Hear His Call to Say:

To Prey,

a Natural State.

Believed,

a given one.

A Fitting Place, To End.

The Pepper In Salt

I believe in Singularity,

a paradox,

the product of,

'A Delivery'

 that provides Sum,

to tabulate,

or, too,

be Free-From, 

what has been done.

To kill the Instinctual Heritage,

retrospective to Our given birth,

deemed an imprisoned state,

Few make mention,

 of memories which I adore:

'A Life Before.'

The Cause & Affect,

which make many, abhor,

the opening of such a door.

A Given State,

of 'The Lore' replayed,

sung by Ancients,

a Source, an Origin,

which can support,

the Questions,

by delivering the Answers,

a Roar of so much more than Die.

Albeit an Invitation,

experience of a situation,

the growth at least for Me,

is without a hesitation.

I love the fact,

when you look back,

there is no loss in knowing the cost,

for the gains of such:

Remain

To Educate or Too Train,

the Mind with Reflective Thought.

Allows a broader,

respective view,

to Continue, in a Begin;

 Anew!

A simple stand,

delivering a complex hand,

a Poker Game it seems,

reminds me of the time I wrote,

this blurb, 

I thought, I loved.

Simple Complexity

In complexity there is simplicity,

once you see simplicity you once again

understand how complex simplicity really is.

When you no longer see the complexity

in simplicity, you begin your own

extinction due to your lack of vision

into the complexity that simplicity

provides.

Understanding that simplicity provides

complexity with an infinite number

of simple equations to be understood.

You then realize, that in simplicity

you find complexity, which is

the biggest and most complex

puzzle, found, but not understood.

A settlement of a mind that broke,

brought these Words,

that flowed with Hope,

to build My-Self,

back from: Chore.

This Structure of My Reason,

a Riddle I suppose,

received by none with interest,

laughed at,

brought Me tears.

Predisposed

In the After,

which was before,

I reminded my Mind to Know,

it is 'The Motto' written,

that complete expression of,

a Natural & a Driven Purpose,

that I doth should love.

I was a life that listened,

inasmuch I know,

Patience has delivered,

a Life of all I show.

~

 

 Stand proud!!
Allow your posture to be your Voice!!
Then your words can be your grace!!
Remember,
Silence is golden, until it is broken,
that is when you go Platinum!!
This is our heritage,
Freedom is priceless
and
will cost you everything
with
no promises. 

~

Is there Piece in Love?

A Calculated Draw

The distance to death,

is One drawn breath.

the exhale of which,

draws more.

The stated confusion,

will cause,

most to sum,

Their wrongs,

not there Rites.

A Gathering of,

Sort-it-Through,

brings down corrections,

that You have not Ascribed too.

The Shame in such,

is that Information does touch,

'The Cities of Dread'

in-site of Reel.

Filled with Night,

the Day-Light of,

the warmth is found,

in DO!!

To be of,

the Cover-Up,

delivers a total too.

'Forthwith'

Fear Shall Be A Tip.

Emotional Fare,

does Trade upon,

the air which you don't see:

Sit

The Calculating,

done whilst hear,

remains in Scene,

Banking Memories on Account.

Reason Draws,

out of this Brink,

deposits of unkind.

For have You shared,

Spoken-Of,

or

Preached of Your Despair?

A Reprieve

Sew-Off Coarse,

stifled wrought,

a meshing of,

'Know Thought'

Too Stand & Speak,

Knotted Talk,

of what is past and present Here.

The Branding of this Ready Sear.

Just!

Do You distribute,

biblical fear,

of what's interpreted,

not what's clear?

Remembrance,

surely is regret,

to only whom that Lie.

Not to Themselves,

for Sake of Plight,

but to the Masses: Mingled.

In this Reducement,

of what's not dead,

You spread not Love but Penance.

Your Voice doth carry Sentence.

Thereupon,

You turn backs on,

those imposing Reason:

Not to Consider,

too take 'Thought'

but to state,

"It's Treason!"

A Sultry Shift,

to put the blame,

a shifting of Your dark disdain.

To place the shame,

that You should feel,

on the shoulders,

of whom just said,

"Oh Man, I think it's real!"

Now this Verse,

it's unrehearsed,

but bleeds in light of such.

Not to condemn,

but to Ask?

What is this Claim of Dread?

..is Moloch whom you've Said?

~

A Post,

in No-Man's Land,

the spark of memory,

Out-Of-Hand.

Newfound Leads,

to State:

These Memories fill with Truth not Hate.

Kneed has Worth,

for a Knight,

to Twin Me Once Again.

A rapture of what's been.

Allusion of Truth

In the Spin of our Earthly realm,

to enjoy the night with the light of day,

draws breath from the Universe at Play.

The counted Stars,

Planets to Be,

an exciting wonder to See.

As existence must Yearn,

Creating, Teaming, Dreaming.

....alive with such explosive force,

deemed menacing,

a perfection in brutal form.

To stand upon One, such Place,

providing more than seems naturally known.

An Element of what such diversity has grown,

a Planet Born, this Earth,

which we so freely roam.

The Pastures in the Sea's of our Sky's, "Cry"

Why?

Killing such a Beautiful Girl,

with "No Account."

Searching and Scarring More born,

an advance that should deplore,

in sight of this created soar.

All in the knowing
this Treasure,

she's showing.

That which could never be owned,

and has suffered through,

the invasion of what has proven to be,

her destruction.

Without One good Play,

Too Stop, Too Halt,

the Ignorance of the Day.

Assume Life is Given,

without doubt.

Who then brings Death?

..declares & shouts,

their about.

To swear that,

that which We are afforded,

to stand upon,

is theirs by divine right,

displaces,

those that can see that there is,

so much more,

In Order,

just to be.

An Existence without an extension of such,

an obvious truth,

should freeze the chilling claim,

and cause such shame,

creating disdain

not threatening the Same.

To dismiss the Sun and the Moon,

as points of worship,

and not,

Earth's Bloom,

is a display of the shallow minds,

that have no care too.

 

For Whom The Bell Tolls Became My Resolve

Before I lied to enter Sleep,

I was Taught,

this prayer did reap.

Upon my knees,

my hands Enlaced.

My Eyes held Hope,

as Creeps exist;

I did lisp:

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take"

In the Shadows,
of Darkest light,
I would sneak,
it was the time.

I did know,
hid in closet,
under bed,
forgot my pillow,
it was dread.

The chill I felt,
was more than cold,
fell asleep,
as Nights must be.

The Most Dangerous,
time for me,
no-one saved this Terror,
from deed.

....the Words of Prayer,

did remind,

that Lords Exist.

And, I Found,

hiding better,

to resist.

Protected I,

Know Call to Make,

it was lonely,

by "No Mistake."

Rest in Peace,

breathe will ease,

as attempts,

were made while sleep.

Tried so hard,

to silent,

 'mind'

Hide it's true,

to stay safe,

just get through.

Each Night of Fright,

I never cried,

for Fear doth keep,

these efforts nigh.

To shed away,

these memories find,

that in these Depths,

I "No" it's Foul.

To Reach-Out,

on empty,

Shout!

In this Silence,

I did not pout,

as I hear,

"Creeps About"

In the Quiet,

in the Morn,

I'd forget,

I was so worn.

Out,

I'd go to try once more,

to do the things,

to not Hit the Floor.

All these Doors,

to Past,

ABHORRED!!

The Pain of Disdain,

my memories drain,

it is such a stain.

Upon this Page,

I Right My Brain,

to understand,

my Plight, my Stand.

I'm Sworn Too Duty

Too Secrecy, Too this I Heal,

Heed these Notes,

of What was Done.

Searching, Finding,

Songs Undone,

does this Life,

of Hide or Run,

deliver me or ask for:

Deplore!!

Where is the sense,

of this "Dead Door"

to past history,

of violent Four.

Minus One,

for She was Shunned,

I held her hand,

she "Squeezed, God Damn."

So tightly held,

upon the Streets,

I often wonder,

I often Think.

..the fear in me,

I do declare,

could not compare,

to Hers;

A Life of Terror

Do not Sleep,

do not blink,

for in the darkest fare of night,

the House did Silence,

the boards did squeak,

as I 'know' these Acts,

about.

Upon the Sun,

which Rose,

rehearsed.

Brought the Light,

Creeps Perverse,

all an act of reverse.

The Color drained,

upon Her Face,

as She got Up,

so very late.

Exhaustion became the Belt of Beat,

leaving desperate,

times for me.

I made it Through,

and so did She,

Creeps remained,

and lives are Stained.

With these Times,

that Stick so Deeply,

inside of Whom,

resounds so steeply.

Kept from Talk,

Resistance Walked.

She spoke with Lies,

I just Balked.

As We go,

and this Show Plays Out,

as it seems,

Games are Still About.

Not One Person,

wants for this,

to Resolve,

it's Hit or Miss.

The Bell doth Toll,

I heard this Call,

it is not the Time,

but "WIN" we go,

it shall be,

A Natural Move,

for She, for Me,

of this 'I Know.'

Not the Force of Hands in Nights,

that Professed,

"We have the right!"

A Change,

of "Why,"

Our Lives Must Play,

out upon a given-weigh.

This Weight,

I know is the Road,

with 'No Signs'

to Blind this Show.

Is it "Time,"

to Park, to Brake?

It has 'All Been'

I Tout:

"For Sake!"

~

Uploaded on Nov 23, 2009

Artist: Anton Szandor LaVey

Song: Hello central, Give me no man's land

CD: Satan takes a holiday

Recorded: San Francisco, 1995

Hello Central! Give Me No Man's Land

When the gray shadows creep
And the world is asleep,
In the still of the night
Baby creeps down a flight.
First she looks all around
Without making a sound;
The baby toddles up to the telephone
And whispers in a baby tone:

"Hello, Central! Give me No Man's Land,
My daddy's there, my mamma told me;
She tip-toed off to bed
After my prayers were said;
Don't ring when you get the number,
Or you'll disturb mamma's slumber.

I'm afraid to stand here at the 'phone
'Cause I'm alone.
So won't you hurry;
I want to know why mamma starts to weep
When I say, 'Now I lay me down to sleep';
Hello, Central! Give me No Man's Land."

Choice Know Decision

Throughout 'History' the destruction of,
Difference or,

 'the Wipe-Out' of,
so many People has been a flagrant display,
a Well-Recorded Execution.

Any that Support,
Exhibit,
or have any Understanding of Anything,
other Than,
the Status-Quo,
 have been Annihilated,
for their "Sight."

As, I, Too, have been served throughout my life,

 with Bigotry & Strife, for not siding with either,

Given or Popular, Religious Vote.

Not to,

"Beg The Question"

Rather,

for Reasons of,
Moral Standings. Conciliatory.

Based on the Belief,
 that an Independent Stance Requires less bias towards the...
 Vast Differences between,
the Ideology which,
 "We"
 Must Suffer,

 In-Order to,

develop the ability required,

'To Address Any-One Person'

without Criminalizing a Mind,

 with Prejudice of No Regard.

To Chose to Decide,

Delivers the Freedom to Abide.

An Actionable Reaction!

Christianity Is Wrong ! I Know, Do You? The Chain of Evidence Linking Only Those That Purport The Same Beliefs

“	There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Plotinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of whom came from a distance to receive her instructions. On account of the self-possession and ease of manner which she had acquired in consequence of the cultivation of her mind, she not infrequently appeared in public in the presence of the magistrates. Neither did she feel abashed in going to an assembly of men. For all men on account of her extraordinary dignity and virtue admired her the more.[1]	”
—Socrates Scholasticus, Ecclesiastical History The mathematician and philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria was the daughter of the mathematician Theon Alexandricus . She was educated at Athens and in Italy. Around AD 400, she became head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, where she imparted the knowledge of Plato and Aristotle to any student; the pupils included pagans, Christians, and foreigners. Socrates Scholasticus (born after 380 AD, died after 439 AD)) Yet even she fell a victim to the political jealousy which at that time prevailed. For as she had frequent interviews with Orestes, it was calumniously reported among the Christian populace, that it was she who prevented Orestes from being reconciled to the bishop. Some of them therefore, hurried away by a fierce and bigoted zeal, whose ringleader was a reader named Peter, waylaid her returning home, and dragging her from her carriage, they took her to the church called Caesareum, where they completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles. After tearing her body in pieces, they took her mangled limbs to a place called Cinaron, and there burnt them. John of Nikiû (7th century) And, in those days, there appeared in Alexandria a female philosopher, a pagan named Hypatia, and she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes, and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through Satanic wiles . . . A multitude of believers in God arose under the guidance of Peter the Magistrate . . . and they proceeded to seek for the pagan woman who had beguiled the people of the city and the Prefect through her enchantments. And when they learnt the place where she was, they proceeded to her and found her . . . they dragged her along till they brought her to the great church, named Caesareum. Now this was in the days of the fast. And they tore off her clothing and dragged her . . . through the streets of the city till she died. And they carried her to a place named Cinaron, and they burned her body with fire. Hypatia (ca. AD 350–370–March 415) was a Greek Neoplatonist philosopher in Roman Egypt who was the first historically noted woman in mathematics. As head of the Platonist school at Alexandria, she also taught philosophy and astronomy. The contemporary 5th-century sources do identify Hypatia of Alexandria as a practitioner and teacher of the philosophy of Plato and Plotinus, but, two hundred years later, the 7th-century Egyptian Coptic bishop John of Nikiû identified her as a Hellenistic pagan and that "she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through her Satanic wiles".[18][19] Not all Christians were as hostile towards her as John of Nikiu or the monks who killed her: some Christians even used Hypatia as symbolic of Virtue. The Byzantine Suda encyclopaedia reported that Hypatia was "the wife of Isidore the Philosopher" (apparently Isidore of Alexandria);[16] however, Isidore of Alexandria was not born until long after Hypatia's death, and no other philosopher of that name contemporary with Hypatia is known.[20] The Suda also stated that "she remained a virgin" and that she rejected a suitor with her menstrual rags, saying that they demonstrated "nothing beautiful" about carnal desire, an example of a Christian source using Hypatia as a symbol of Virtue. Hypatia corresponded with former pupil Synesius of Cyrene, who was tutored by her in the philosophical school of Platonism and later became bishop of Ptolemais in AD 410, an exponent of the Christian Holy Trinity doctrine.[23] Together with the references by the pagan philosopher Damascius, these are the extant records left by Hypatia's pupils at the Platonist school of Alexandria.[24] The contemporary Christian historiographer Socrates Scholasticus described her in Ecclesiastical History: Ecclesiastical History, Socrates Scholasticus Orestes, the governor of Alexandria, and Cyril, the Bishop of Alexandria, found themselves in a bitter feud in which Hypatia would come to be one of the main points of contention. The feud, which took place in 415 AD, began over the matter of Jewish dancing exhibitions in Alexandria. Since these exhibitions attracted large crowds and were commonly prone to civil disorder of varying degrees, Orestes published an edict which outlined new regulations for such gatherings and posted it in the city's theater. Soon after, crowds gathered to read the edict, angry over the new regulations that had been imposed upon them. At one such gathering, Hierax, a Christian and devout follower of Cyril, read the edict and applauded the new regulations, which many people felt was an attempt to incite the crowd into sedition. In what Scholasticus suspected as Orestes' "…jealousy [of] the growing power of the bishops…[which] encroached on the jurisdiction of the authorities…", Orestes immediately ordered Hierax to be seized and publicly tortured in the theater. Upon hearing of this, Cyril threatened the Jews of Alexandria with "the utmost severities" if harassment of Christians was not ceased at once. In response, the Jews of Alexandria grew only more furious over Cyril's threat, and in their anger they eventually resorted to violence against the Christians. They plotted to flush the Christians out at night by running through the streets, claiming that the Church of Alexander was on fire. When the Christians responded to what they were led to believe was the burning down of their church, "the Jews immediately fell upon and slew them", using rings to recognize one another in the dark, while killing everyone else in sight. When the morning came, the Jews of Alexandria could not hide their guilt, and Cyril, along with many of his followers, took to the city’s synagogues in search of the perpetrators of the night's massacre. After Cyril found all of the Jews in Alexandria, he ordered them to be stripped of all their possessions, banished them from Alexandria, and allowed the remaining citizens to pillage the goods they left behind. With Cyril's banishment of the Jews, "Orestes [...] was filled with great indignation at these transactions, and was excessively grieved that a city of such magnitude should have been suddenly bereft of so large a portion of its population…". Because of this, the feud between Cyril and Orestes only grew stronger, and both men wrote to the emperor regarding the situation. Eventually, Cyril attempted to reach out to Orestes through several peace overtures, including attempted mediation and, when that failed, showed him the Gospels. Nevertheless, Orestes remained unmoved by such gestures. Meanwhile, approximately 500 monks, who resided in the mountains of Nitria, and were "of a very fiery disposition", heard of the ongoing feud between the Governor and Bishop, and shortly thereafter descended into Alexandria, armed and prepared to fight alongside Cyril. Upon their arrival in Alexandria, the monks quickly intercepted Orestes' chariot in town and proceeded to bombard and harass him, calling him a pagan idolater. In response to such allegations, Orestes countered that he was actually a Christian, and had even been baptized by Atticus, the Bishop of Constantinople. The monks paid little attention to Orestes’ claims of Christianity, and one of the monks, by the name of Ammonius, struck Orestes in the head with a rock, which caused him to bleed profusely. At this point, Orestes’ guards fled for fear of their lives, but a nearby crowd of Alexandrians came to his aid, and Ammonius was subsequently secured and ordered to be tortured for his actions. Upon excessive torture, Ammonius died. Following the death of Ammonius, Cyril ordered that he henceforth be remembered as a martyr. Such a proclamation did not sit well with "sober-minded" Christians, as Scholasticus pointed out, seeing that he "suffered the punishment due to his rashness…[not because] he would not deny Christ", and this fact, according to Scholasticus, became more apparent to Cyril through general lack of enthusiasm for Ammonius's case for martyrdom. Scholasticus then introduces Hypatia, the female philosopher of Alexandria and woman who would become a target of the Christian anger that grew over the feud. Daughter of Theon, and a teacher trained in the philosophical schools of Plato and Plotinus, she was admired by most men for her dignity and virtue. Of the anger she provoked among Christians, Scholasticus writes, Hypatia ultimately fell "victim to the political jealousy which at the time prevailed" - Orestes was known to seek her counsel, and a rumor spread among the Christian community of Alexandria in which she was blamed for his unwillingness to reconcile with Cyril. Therefore, a mob of Christians gathered, led by a reader (i.e. a minor cleric) named Peter whom Scholasticus calls a fanatic. They kidnapped Hypatia on her way home and took her to the "Church called Caesareum. They then completely stripped her, and then murdered her with tiles". Socrates Scholasticus was hence interpreted as saying that, while she was still alive, Hypatia's flesh was torn off using oyster shells (tiles; the Greek word is ostrakois, which literally means "oystershells" but the word was also used for brick tiles on the roofs of houses). Afterward, the men proceeded to mutilate her, and finally burn her limbs. When news broke of Hypatia's murder, it provoked great public denouncement; not only against Cyril, but against the whole Alexandrian Christian community. Scholasticus closes with a lament: "Surely nothing can be farther from the spirit of Christianity than the allowance of massacres, fights, and transactions of that sort".

The Runes of Spirituality is Something to Grasp on too ~ As Dan Merica of CNN Reports: "Washington (CNN) - Can being spiritual but not religious lead to mental health issues? The answer is yes, according to a recent study. "

January 9th, 2013
06:00 AM ET

By Dan Merica, CNN

http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2013/01/09/the-spiritual-but-not-religious-likely-to-face-mental-health-issues-drug-use-study-says/?hpt=hp_t3

Washington (CNN) - Can being spiritual but not religious lead to mental health issues? The answer is yes, according to a recent study.

The study, published in the January edition of the British Journal of Psychiatry, says spiritual but not religious people, as opposed to people who are religious, agnostic or atheist, were more likely to develop a "mental disorder," "be dependent on drugs" and "have abnormal eating attitudes,” like bulimia and anorexia.

“People who have spiritual beliefs outside of the context of any organized religion are more likely to suffer from these maladies,” said Michael King, a professor at University College London and the head researcher on the project.

Thirty percent of respondents who identified as spiritual said they had used drugs, a number that was nearly twice as much as the 16% of religious respondents who said they had used drugs, according to the study. Among the spiritual respondents, 5% said they were dependent on drugs, while 2% of religious respondents identified as dependent.

On mental health issues, the study said spiritual but not religious people were more likely to suffer from “any neurotic disorder,” “mixed anxiety/depressive disorders” or “depression” than their religious counterparts. Overall, 19% of spiritual respondents said they suffered from a neurotic disorder, while 15% of religious respondents responded the same way.

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The practice of being spiritual but not religious is difficult to define and has a number of gray areas. The phrase is generally used to describe people who do not attend church, atheists who believe in some sort of higher power, free thinkers and the unaffiliated. It is also used for people who blend different faiths.

In short, King writes, “People who have a spiritual understanding of life in the absence of a religious framework are vulnerable to mental disorder.”

King, who said he has received a substantial amount of hate mail over the study, defended his findings, “If you take drug dependency, they are about 77% more likely than religious respondents, 24% more likely to having a generalized anxiety disorder. These are quite obvious differences.”

Opinion: 'I'm spiritual but not religious' is a cop-out

The study was conducted with the government of the United Kingdom, which asked the questions as part of a larger psychiatric study.

With a sample of 7,403 British people, the study found that nearly 19% of England’s population is spiritual but not religious. That number is higher in the United States, where, according to a 2002 Gallup Poll, in a sample of 729 adults, 33% of Americans identified themselves as "spiritual but not religious.”

Past academic studies in the United States have come to similar conclusions, said Tanya Luhrmann, a psychological anthropologist and the Watkins University professor at Stanford University. Most academic research about religion and well-being, said Luhrmann, has found that religion is good for you.

According to Luhrmann, organized religion provides three outlets that benefit churchgoers' well being: social support, attachment to a loving God and the organized practice of prayer.

“When you become spiritual but not religious, you are losing the first two points and most spiritual but not religious people aren’t participating in the third,” Luhrmann said. “It is not just a generic belief in God that works; it is specific practices that work.”

People who identify themselves as spiritual but not religious push back against the notion that they have no community to fall back on or impetus to help the poor. In an interview with CNN in June 2010, BJ Gallagher, a Huffington Post blogger who writes about spirituality, compared spiritual but not religious people to people who complete 12-step programs to beat addiction.

“Twelve-step people have a brilliant spiritual community that avoids all the pitfalls of organized religion,” said Gallagher, author of “The Best Way Out is Always Through.” “Each recovering addict has a 'God of our own understanding,' and there are no priests or intermediaries between you and your God. It's a spiritual community that works.”

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Heather Cariou, a New York-based author, identifies as spiritual instead of religious. She told CNN last year that she adopted a spirituality that blends Buddhism, Judaism and other beliefs.

"I don't need to define myself to any community by putting myself in a box labeled Baptist or Catholic or Muslim," she said. "When I die, I believe all my accounting will be done to God, and that when I enter the eternal realm, I will not walk though a door with a label on it."

Younger people identify as spiritual but not religious more frequently than their older counterparts. In a 2009 survey by the research firm LifeWay Christian Resources, 72% of millennials (18- to 29-year-olds) said they are "more spiritual than religious."

The phrase is now so commonplace that it has spawned its own acronym ("I'm SBNR") and website: SBNR.org.

Traditionally the words "religious" and "spiritual" were closely linked, but over time the latter word began to describe an experience disconnected from the traditional confines of religion, particularly organized religion.

A widely discussed survey of adult Americans by The Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life released in October found that the religiously unaffiliated both believe in God and define themselves as spiritual but not religious.

Sixty-eight percent of the religiously unaffiliated believe in God and 58% say they often feel a deep connection with nature and the Earth, in a spiritual way. Additionally, the study found 37% classify themselves as "spiritual" but not "religious" and 21% say they pray every day.

As expected, the practice of being spiritual but not religious has been roundly criticized by those who participate in organized religion. Jesuit priest James Martin told CNN in June that the phrase, "I’m spiritual but not religious," boils down to egotism.

"Being spiritual but not religious can lead to complacency and self-centeredness," said Martin, an editor at America, a national Catholic magazine based in New York. "If it's just you and God in your room, and a religious community makes no demands on you, why help the poor?"

– CNN’s John Blake and Richard Greene contributed to this report

Benevolence, Know, I Knew, "It's True"

To 'Remind' myself of 'Times' I'm not, I remember.  I abandoned this place with the "I" in Me.

A thought.

Can Not Take, the Strife, the Hate, so I left, I walked a Lot.  Never minding this Journey, a shot to Places that...

You'd pay to see,

I am sure: I was curious, it was my cure.

I was Four upon my Stay. I got lost and to this day, I know that none of them were You.

I found "New Views," like 'Old School' belief in teaching.  Training and 'Not Blaming.'  

As I Found Myself, without You, I stayed True to Me, a wealth of more, I never did snore.  The Reasons,

for the words you pour, Me, Myself and I, do not abhor, it is just such a Chore!  An Ignition, to Recognition,

of...

upon my return to this plane, Ten Years, had passed, My-Self was Wrath, the Me, in I was Confused,

a try,

Integration a Lie?

I tried to refuse however Training in Depths, Dimensions true.  More, a Type of Understanding, loosed.  At Fourteen, still in the Past I realized, Time had lapsed.  But, I was still, Trashed.

In Open Forum never changing, Years had made Worse, and recognition of what sounds perverse,

my Mother said,

UN-rehearsed;

"OH!! Look She's back"

I Thought: "Oh, Wow, that's bad."  To think upon these fragments of Moments Past, I Shake with Anger,

I never laugh, all because my Age did Last.

Relieved I was to realize, this absence did not take Height.  An interesting plight which I did not fight.  I knew now that they had Insight, into what was missing, the "Me" in "My-Self."  Strangely, I made this Association;

In just Four Years, an Odd Coincidence, (I think not) I'd be Eighteen, 'a legal-split' from that House, this was it, I will persist.

Aware of this Loss of Time, they knew, I new, for myself, dimensions crossed, little cost, to Me at least,

to venture out and feel released.

I'll bet, my Family, does truly rue!!

These odd days, you can't UN-do.  Today's Date, Yesterdays News, I feel Present, how 'bout You?  How do You rate the Math it Takes, to understand I'm stuck at Four.

Death is a Door, I do not abhor, simply put, it is just "A Chore."  March You're Due, march you will, losing Choice, gaining "Bill," to express you're Self, not Me, 'cause I was lost, and for My-Self, I do see their Plan.

"Do You 'See'?"

Stare You won't, glazed eyes of shown, New Belief, Yours do Roam.  Wild Lies, you will Profess, in the Presence of what is Next!

To bad that not 'A Person' Sees, for this does increase your Needs, making possible this Claim of Mine....

'The Impossible, is the Possible, just Waiting to Happen." too.

To Shutter of the Ends you'll meet, don't worry so much, it is a Feat.  Although you never shut-up, 'cause what you Preach is only a reach.  You know, I Know, at least for Myself, that the Testimony to the Words you Bleed, otherwise known as Christianity, has no-given source to lean, or Origin to spot.

It is just a Plot to Destroy and give License to any One Individual, with a malignant motivation, to Lie, to Loot, to Rape You of, Independent Thought, a progression if sought.

I have Listened, I have Learned, I did stop!! In this, I turned away from what was, 'A Life' I guess.

Confused?

No!!

I was Used and as I do not Speak, I write inStead.  I Draft my Prose to remind, to alert, my Given Mind,

that in 'Lost Time', I learned, I was, I am, I'm Knot and, I will be again despite this cruel begin.  I was fine, not blind, not deaf, and now, not Mute.

I guess there is more, rating Age with a door, stinging verse, this is 'no-stage' of resist. Just a time, a given Sage, to Telltale's of 'What is, What was,' "Lost in Age!"

Do not Over-Tax your Own thinking, I see so many blinking as Comprehension taxes your Retention of difference, not Rote.

To Expand,

Character in Thought,

takes no imagination.

Liken to Litigation, a reason of amazing 'vs' dull, dazed and repeatedly "Hazed," because you are progressing, while Most are Addressing, what has already been written, not what should be Said or Done,

in advance of.... I Shun not to run, I have already begun an assault upon the brutality of All that has Happened so I may achieve what "I 'See'," and what, "I 'Know'."

In Order to grow in the understanding of, My-Self, as 'to-be' Wise and with "Apparent Ties," and not placate Malicious Lies. A Must!!

To Advantage a Trust, so I may be, "The Me, I was born to Be."

I am only the Evidence of All the Ones, You Wiped-OUT.  Who have not agreed or Whom stood as a Pagan like I.

In a World that is 'Meant to Be' I Seethe and open the Door to Diversity, not Perversity.

However, History proves and in this the World will lose it's Innocence to nothing more than you knew.

~

Insight to the Age of Sage

You Read, I'll Right, then "I'll read what I write," to know "My Plight,"  you're Fright!

The Burning Blue Encircles My Do

Turning in a slow manner,

just to envelope the sight of,

'The Blue Fire'

Surrounding my very being,

I shutter to reveal,

'An Auspicious Seal'

In the center,

of this All-Encompassing Circle,

I stand with no Man.

No-Flame lapped my Own-Self,

just engaged my Mind and Simply I find,

'Sight of the Ominous Kind: A Sign, Flourishing, Sublime'

A Fire of No-Time,

seemingly,

Coming out of No-Place.

I have only closed my 'eyes'

"To See"

'Engage'

The Flight of No-One,

delivers that which I so hesitantly-share.

Belief in "Believe,"

delivers today "Questions,"

not Faith.

A Complicated-Way,

for Humanity,

to achieve.

Blindingly,

You have stated;

"If it can't be proved, it's not real and YOU just made it-UP!!"

I'll bait.

In Such,

You, Your-Self,

have "No-Sight,"

making Innocence something you killed,

delivering "A Mind-Blinded By-Proxy."

POST SCRIPT:

A Battle or a Purpose,

regardless of source,

shall bring to the 'Masses'

an Opinion of,

"Spiritual UN-Rest, not a Religious Test"

In the,

Midst of a Controversial Plan,

Creation stands Watch,

Evolution Halts,

as Heavens crumble,

Earth shakes,

as 'She' is being Raped.

To stare,

not blatantly,

just in View of 'All of You.'

Animals visit,

'this Extinction, Exhibit,'

all brewing, 

while still filming,

what is left of these guys.

'What Kind of Demise?'

Stating Numbers,

"Quoting Why"

their extinct and how they die.

"YOU" must Have!

"YOU" must Take!

Yet,

there is "No-Want,"

to Change this PLACE.

You had to have lost that,

as You taunt death,

recording life.

Drunk You are to what is left of this Scar.

Thereupon such a saddened,

"Swan-Song,"

such a wanton and perverse action on this,

Beautiful EARTH;

few will survive to deliver a,

"New Birth,"

to a New Day to Simply Say:

I am in the midst of a Circle of Fire.

 Not burning, 

brought by not my desire, 

just being shown,

 the Protection of the Flames, 

delivering the separation, 

to squash Fear.

Delivered Near and to not be bothered,

as 'These Flames'

not sparks of fire,

burn out-from-my-tire,

'To Know' 'To Understand'

A World of Shown

No Growth in what seems "A Human Oath,"

Entertaining only Self,

Using Religion as "A Belt"

just to deliver...

...the Beguile,

which has been dealt.

Do You Feel Contrite?

or right?

~

“Don't shrink from natures brutal perfection. Take joy in it. Embrace it. Understand it and revel in it. Respect it's strength, it's wisdom, it's brutality and it's all-encompassing power. The highest law has always been, and shall be, nature; and the greatest wisdom forever lives in and through nature's eternal Fascism.” 
― Boyd Rice, Standing in Two Circles: The Collected Works
~
“Wolves are not ruled by law. They are ruled by the alpha-wolf's policy. Individual wolves can do anything not prohibited by the alpha-wolf. They can do anything they can get away with doing. To the wolf - breaking sheep law or the alpha-wolf's policy only becomes serious if caught. Getting caught is everything.” 
― Richard Kelly Hoskins, The Wolf and the Sheep
~
“When species live, As they are meant to be, That is the true diversity. Say what they will of freedoms plight, When the truth comes down, It's "Might Is Right"!

Life can be hard and life can be Hell, But no man fears death, Who lives life well. False pleasures and comforts will get you by, Yet wretched is the man, who lives a lie.” 
― Magnus Soderman, Grundläggande Raslära: En Introduktion
~

for,

"Might Is Right."