Al Today
The Living Force
SHANE,
First I need to apologize for biting your head off.
I do let my emotions run wild.
I work on controlling them, but this is not easy for me.
I really don't want to do harm, but sometimes I just get neanderthal.
My wife tells me this.
I should not lash out without using my brain.
I am sorry.
Within me, this evoked what I call negative emotions of self-defense.
I figured this was an opinion with no basis.
Perhaps I project as I may be standing on my pulpit, my soapbox?
Perhaps…
But anyway, I felt that judgement has been brought down.
Forming an opinion or evaluation is one form of judgement.
This remark (to me) had the marks of a determination without the facts.
Therefore. I used the word unfairly. As unfairly judged
I was never a for profit preacher, later on this...
I was raised fire & brimstone Southern Baptist.
Halleluiah and Amen.!.!.!
Give me an Amen.!.!.!
As a child, I knew there was some higher power, other than myself.
I thirsted for truth, but my environmental program was running.
Filling my head with only what I was exposed to.
I do remember this, as before I was in first grade, before 6 years old.
The church was down the road, about a quarter mile.
My mother told me of one Sunday morning, in the house, I was nowhere to be found.
Long story short, I went to Sunday school and was coloring in a picture of Jesus.
My mother found me at church.
She drug me home, and beat my ass.
Go figure…
My ole civil war era grandmother from the deep hollers of Kentucky, used to whip me with cherry stingers.
What was worse is that I had to go to the bush and bring her back the best cherry stinger I could find.
But, they had cookies and juice at church too.
Nice people…
When I could read, I started to read the King James Version.
But, I had questions.
Still as a child, I remember perplexing inconsistencies within the literal written word of god and had a talk with the preacher.
I was told that these are mysteries of god.
Mankind is NOT to understand all the marvels of god.
Man is to accepted Jesus and know that he will be saved from burning hell.
All ya gotta do is have faith. (yeah, right…)
It’s the devil that makes man question god donchya know...
I was not about to go with this particular JESUS program.
Luckily for me, my mom quit going to church.
I don’t really know why either.
She said something about hypocrisy and the deacons drinking on Saturday nights.
Playing poker too…
I fell away from church and began to experience 3D sensations.
Let us fast forward to my high school years.
I made better than average grades (without really trying).
I was a big jock on campus, a real shooting star.
I had a car and disposable income.
I had the cheerleaders.
I had colleges interested in my football abilities (flame out coming later).
In high school, most guys were going to college and major in Gym (Phys.Ed.)
Why?
If I went to college, I won’t get drafted into the Vietnam ‘conflict’.
The draft ended my junior year.
I didn’t really want to be a gym major.
Waste of time, I thought.
Didn’t know what I wanted to do for a living.
I was turning into one of those hippies.
Was offered friendship at a commune, but I didn’t really want that either.
After high school, I started making hydraulic ceiling supports for coal mines.
I am coming to a pre-planned exit point of this life.
Yes, I do think there are exit points that can get us outta here if the situation deems necessary.
A time to die, so to speak…
At 19 years of age, on April Fools day, I had a car accident.
On the freeway, my car ended up in a clockwise spin.
I saw a guardrail coming right at my door.
50 foot of guardrail went through my door and through the passenger widow.
Needless to say, I was a bloody mess.
I remember thinking of the Dukes of Hazzard TV show.
Their car seemed to blow up a lot.
I know I died that night.
I remember going though a tunnel of clouds with the end in sight.
I felt peace.
I also screamed out, I AM NOT DONE.
I woke up on a gurney at the hospital, they were getting ready to cover my face.
Everyone is just crying up a storm and I woke up.
I said, I am not dead.
I looked at the doctor and told him the following.
I know I will lose my right leg, and pointed just above my knee.
I also said…
You will want to remove my left leg, DON’T.!.!.!
And mom, don’t worry, I’ll whittle me a new leg out of an Oak tree.
Nobody had humor.
Spiritually, I felt pretty good.
Fast forward two(2) months…
I am still in the hospital.
In isolation, as a matter of fact.
I had a very nasty staph infection, and they were gonna remove my left leg.
Well, these two mormon missionaries just waltzed right in and asked if we could pray together (later on mormons).
Honestly, miraculously, the infection was gone.
Swear to god, some may say, it was really gone.
Quite a moving experience, I must add.
And I kept my left leg.
Fast forward to twenty years old, married with THREE(3) babies in diapers.
Some people tend to think religion when children are involved.
There was this preachers wife across the street trying to sweet talk my wife into us going to church.
I felt that I’ve already been there, done that, wasn’t too enthused.
But I gotta think of the children.
We were to go attend church the next Sunday when lo and behold who knocks on my door?
Two mormon elders.
I scared the beegeebies outta them.
They are used to getting the door slammed in their face, yes?
Well, I grabed ‘em and drug them in the house.
What about the bible saying that man was created in OUR image? Huh?
I found out that if I married my wife in the temple and be sealed, we both could become GODS.
Whoa…
We could someday have little spirit children and populate our own BBM.
We could even have our own little jesus.
We could be worshipped just like god our father.
And, of course there is god the mother.
Worlds upon worlds, more than one god, I was told.
To me, this tidbit explained away the UFO’s I’ve seen.
3D matrix control program.
Here is one examples:
One night, I was startled awake and lie there.
In the air, I felt something unnatural.
Some booming voice called out Allen, from downstairs.
Something wanted me to go downstairs.
I remembered the feeling I had when, years before, I was trying self hypnosis as Edgar Cayce described.
I knew something was wrong with that spiritual guide.
I had the same feeling with that voice downstairs.
I told it to leave me alone and went back to bed.
I think strange phenomena does occur to keep us away from the truth.
Miracles some may call them.
These apparent miracles are an excellent tool to hide the truth.
Back to the preacher story…
I became responsible for the flock (sheeple).
At one point, I was responsible for the finances.
I counseled many on things ranging from debt management to incest.
I taught Sunday school.
This is where I fined tuned an ability to use quotes to my advantage.
Gimme an Amen.!.!.!
I spoke at the pulpit.
I was deep in the organizational structure.
And, I knew something was wrong.
And I fell away…
Looking back, I have traveled a road without a map.
I do not know where it leads.
I only want to know enough to be able to choose the correct path at the fork in the road up ahead.
Enough for now.
First I need to apologize for biting your head off.
I do let my emotions run wild.
I work on controlling them, but this is not easy for me.
I really don't want to do harm, but sometimes I just get neanderthal.
My wife tells me this.
I should not lash out without using my brain.
I am sorry.
ScioAgapeOmnis said:Could you restate this without using the word judge? Otherwise could you specifically define your usage of it please? Also "unfairly". Also "debate". Otherwise I do not understand what you mean by the above.Al today said:I feel I have been unfairly criticized and I need to debate the issue.
criticism (n.) A critical comment or judgment.
I feel I have been judged, and have a need to talk with the court…
Well, I didn’t take this remark as kindly.Do you speak in prose to people in everyday life?
Within me, this evoked what I call negative emotions of self-defense.
As I began to get defensive, this remark caught me off guard.When you write like this, it doesn't feel like I'm hearing the real 'Al' but from someone who is performing.
I figured this was an opinion with no basis.
Perhaps I project as I may be standing on my pulpit, my soapbox?
Perhaps…
But anyway, I felt that judgement has been brought down.
Forming an opinion or evaluation is one form of judgement.
This remark (to me) had the marks of a determination without the facts.
Therefore. I used the word unfairly. As unfairly judged
I felt this was the sentence passed down from judgement.I think it would be of benefit to you and others if you tried to write as others do.
Well, I can’t believe I did this.Ruth said:I would love to know your life story … know that sometimes personal histories can be really hard.
I was never a for profit preacher, later on this...
I was raised fire & brimstone Southern Baptist.
Halleluiah and Amen.!.!.!
Give me an Amen.!.!.!
As a child, I knew there was some higher power, other than myself.
I thirsted for truth, but my environmental program was running.
Filling my head with only what I was exposed to.
I do remember this, as before I was in first grade, before 6 years old.
The church was down the road, about a quarter mile.
My mother told me of one Sunday morning, in the house, I was nowhere to be found.
Long story short, I went to Sunday school and was coloring in a picture of Jesus.
My mother found me at church.
She drug me home, and beat my ass.
Go figure…
My ole civil war era grandmother from the deep hollers of Kentucky, used to whip me with cherry stingers.
What was worse is that I had to go to the bush and bring her back the best cherry stinger I could find.
But, they had cookies and juice at church too.
Nice people…
When I could read, I started to read the King James Version.
But, I had questions.
Still as a child, I remember perplexing inconsistencies within the literal written word of god and had a talk with the preacher.
I was told that these are mysteries of god.
Mankind is NOT to understand all the marvels of god.
Man is to accepted Jesus and know that he will be saved from burning hell.
All ya gotta do is have faith. (yeah, right…)
It’s the devil that makes man question god donchya know...
I was not about to go with this particular JESUS program.
Luckily for me, my mom quit going to church.
I don’t really know why either.
She said something about hypocrisy and the deacons drinking on Saturday nights.
Playing poker too…
I fell away from church and began to experience 3D sensations.
Let us fast forward to my high school years.
I made better than average grades (without really trying).
I was a big jock on campus, a real shooting star.
I had a car and disposable income.
I had the cheerleaders.
I had colleges interested in my football abilities (flame out coming later).
In high school, most guys were going to college and major in Gym (Phys.Ed.)
Why?
If I went to college, I won’t get drafted into the Vietnam ‘conflict’.
The draft ended my junior year.
I didn’t really want to be a gym major.
Waste of time, I thought.
Didn’t know what I wanted to do for a living.
I was turning into one of those hippies.
Was offered friendship at a commune, but I didn’t really want that either.
After high school, I started making hydraulic ceiling supports for coal mines.
I am coming to a pre-planned exit point of this life.
Yes, I do think there are exit points that can get us outta here if the situation deems necessary.
A time to die, so to speak…
At 19 years of age, on April Fools day, I had a car accident.
On the freeway, my car ended up in a clockwise spin.
I saw a guardrail coming right at my door.
50 foot of guardrail went through my door and through the passenger widow.
Needless to say, I was a bloody mess.
I remember thinking of the Dukes of Hazzard TV show.
Their car seemed to blow up a lot.
I know I died that night.
I remember going though a tunnel of clouds with the end in sight.
I felt peace.
I also screamed out, I AM NOT DONE.
I woke up on a gurney at the hospital, they were getting ready to cover my face.
Everyone is just crying up a storm and I woke up.
I said, I am not dead.
I looked at the doctor and told him the following.
I know I will lose my right leg, and pointed just above my knee.
I also said…
You will want to remove my left leg, DON’T.!.!.!
And mom, don’t worry, I’ll whittle me a new leg out of an Oak tree.
Nobody had humor.
Spiritually, I felt pretty good.
Fast forward two(2) months…
I am still in the hospital.
In isolation, as a matter of fact.
I had a very nasty staph infection, and they were gonna remove my left leg.
Well, these two mormon missionaries just waltzed right in and asked if we could pray together (later on mormons).
Honestly, miraculously, the infection was gone.
Swear to god, some may say, it was really gone.
Quite a moving experience, I must add.
And I kept my left leg.
Fast forward to twenty years old, married with THREE(3) babies in diapers.
Some people tend to think religion when children are involved.
There was this preachers wife across the street trying to sweet talk my wife into us going to church.
I felt that I’ve already been there, done that, wasn’t too enthused.
But I gotta think of the children.
We were to go attend church the next Sunday when lo and behold who knocks on my door?
Two mormon elders.
I scared the beegeebies outta them.
They are used to getting the door slammed in their face, yes?
Well, I grabed ‘em and drug them in the house.
What about the bible saying that man was created in OUR image? Huh?
I found out that if I married my wife in the temple and be sealed, we both could become GODS.
Whoa…
We could someday have little spirit children and populate our own BBM.
We could even have our own little jesus.
We could be worshipped just like god our father.
And, of course there is god the mother.
Worlds upon worlds, more than one god, I was told.
To me, this tidbit explained away the UFO’s I’ve seen.
3D matrix control program.
Here is one examples:
One night, I was startled awake and lie there.
In the air, I felt something unnatural.
Some booming voice called out Allen, from downstairs.
Something wanted me to go downstairs.
I remembered the feeling I had when, years before, I was trying self hypnosis as Edgar Cayce described.
I knew something was wrong with that spiritual guide.
I had the same feeling with that voice downstairs.
I told it to leave me alone and went back to bed.
I think strange phenomena does occur to keep us away from the truth.
Miracles some may call them.
These apparent miracles are an excellent tool to hide the truth.
Back to the preacher story…
I became responsible for the flock (sheeple).
At one point, I was responsible for the finances.
I counseled many on things ranging from debt management to incest.
I taught Sunday school.
This is where I fined tuned an ability to use quotes to my advantage.
Gimme an Amen.!.!.!
I spoke at the pulpit.
I was deep in the organizational structure.
And, I knew something was wrong.
And I fell away…
Looking back, I have traveled a road without a map.
I do not know where it leads.
I only want to know enough to be able to choose the correct path at the fork in the road up ahead.
Enough for now.