Readers Beware, You're in for a Scare

Anyone actually remember where that comes from? Oh the Early 90s...how I miss thee...

At any rate...plowing forward onto the inspiration behind this ridiculously early posting...

Somehow this morning, mid coffee, my mom got me to start talking about my beliefs, where I stand and about fate, karma, destiny and all those interesting topics which are, quite frankly, too damn deep for any time pre-noon.

But at any rate...I'd like to put down my thoughts here. And by thoughts I do mean exactly what I say. These are just ideas, they are not beliefs. To quote Chris Rock from Dogma (which is actually a movie with a lot more potential than most people realize) "People should have ideas...I mean, you can change an idea...beliefs are a lot trickier to change." What I'm thinking here is not strong enough to be considered a belief...I mean, after all, I'm not going to go killing the next person I see because they think something differently than I do, and let's face it, a lot of beliefs had ended up that way.

So here goes...I would like all of you to picture a metaphorical pitcher of water...and millions upon millions of glasses...some full of water...some empty. Image, if you will, that the pitcher of water is not actually water at all, but rather but a collective gathering of souls, spirits, essenses, whatever you want to call it. You get the idea. Those glasses (both those that are full and those that are empty) are representations of the bodies of men, women and children...every person on the face of the planet, and every person who will be or has ever been has a glass. Those that are currently alive are full, those who are waiting to be born or those who are already deceased are empty. When you die, in my thoughts, your water (aka your immortal soul) gets poured back into the pitcher and everything you ever did, every thought, idea, belief you ever held (all a part of who you are) gets poured right back in there. Who you are, your life, changes the pitcher of water...the collective of souls...and part of you, even if its just the tiniest bit, gets poured into the next child to be born and the next child after that...on and on for eternity.

Let me be very very clear on this...in my thoughts, this is true for every person who has ever walked the planet. That includes the great people, the Ghandis and the Mother Teresas....but it also includes the horrible people...the Hitlers and the Polpots...In my thoughts...everyone goes back in and what they did during their life changes the collective, thus leaving their impact on humanity forever.

So...there is my justification for being a good person and attempting to do the right things. For me, it's not about earning the favor of a higher power, it's about doing what is best for the collective, changing it for the better through your life and through your actions.

And where does a higher power come into all of this? Very simply actually...I am not an atheist, nor will I ever be...so a higher power does enter into this...in my view, one called God, Allah, Creator...whatever you wish..is the one who picks up the pitcher to refill the glasses...the glasses are all poured equally, so everyone is made equally and all that jazz...

So there you have it...my current stance...as previously stated, this is not a belief, it is just an idea...open to change, very fluid. I realize there's holes in it, I realize it's somewhat childlike but I also realize that it's not something I'm willing to die for...something I'm willing to defend until I'm blue in the face because for me..it's just a starting point...something to build something bigger and something greater on...but for me at least, it's a damned good start.

Now...on to a different topic...I would like all of you to refer back to the entry of Wednesday, June 22, 2005. http://catorisedai.blogspot.com/2005/06/insert-random-lyrics-from-sahara-here.html#comments OK, now since I know all of you are lazy, children of the internet age and can't even bring yourself to click a friggin link, I'll paraphrase. This was the details of my visit to see Dr. Friedrich, my dermatologist...about a suspicious bump on my left arm. Once again...he declared me perfectly fine but took one look at my mother, declared that she was a walking, cancerous mole and ordered her back in a month for surgery. She had 2 moles removed last week and he sent them off for a bioposy. She, the Gloriosos and I were standing in the road, chatting yesterday when he walked past walking his little daschshund. He walked up to inspect her arm, saying "Yeah...we just got those bioposies back..they were precancerous..we got them off just in time..." Yep, that's right...even though my mom's been to a number of dermatologists...none of them ever spotted it..until he found them when it was actually MY appointment. So...basically...when I hurt myself 15 years ago and caused that scar tissue...though it might have been painful for me at the time...ended up probably saving my mom's life...

Damn...can anyone actually doubt fate when something like that happens?