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Conversation With Self

Why do birds sing? Because croaking, like a frog, does not become them – And why do frogs croak? Maybe just to keep the tiny fish alert so when birds swoop they won't eat them – and if birds did not swoop surely there is enough seed in the grass, to feed them, true, but the cat can be quite crass...and he, himself, does not dare dally, a larger class close on trail of his furry littler ass... so, is that the way it is, with nature~ all hunter and prey? Seems to be even with God filling His Heavens and Hells in such morbid way.

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 10/16/2022 10:40:00 PM

I have not finished Rabbinical School just yet. God knows what , why and how things are going. He doesn’t need my advice or lack of gratitude. My relationship to him , is all that counts. I best remember who made me and be humble, very humble and not grumble. Life is very short. Think of Connie! Wow~ she appreciated nature.miss her! Huggs Pangie

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/17/2022 8:49:00 AM

Nor would I dream of telling Him how to make a creation. If that's what you got out of my statement, then I have done a poor job of explaining myself. Indeed, our relationship with God counts, as much as our relationships to one another. My grumble is not with God, but against the abuse of children mostly, by parents and government. Man's inhumanity to his fellow man. I will never stop being loud in this life, I doubt. I am grateful...grateful for having a voice, a mind and body to work tirelessly, vociferously and vigorously in Christ's defense. My argument, in my mind, is never with God~ they have been mostly with Priests and Rabbis who do not have the foggiest idea what they are talking about. Many disagree amongst themselves. We do share a love for God, unconditional. And God made them to be, I believe, also humble. They were not made consciously all knowing. Nor was I. But the power to never stop seeking and finding we have in common.

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 10/16/2022 6:11:00 PM

Yeah, He didn't create it this way...I think it is perplexing how we see the beauty of His hand, and then the curse on it all. I even noticed a hummingbird fight! Really! I was like "There isn't enough nectar for everyone?" I put a different hummingbird feeder in the front yard, they still fight! Such beauty, and such sadness all rolled into one!

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/17/2022 10:44:00 AM

The beauty and sadness of Divine Symmetry.

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/16/2022 8:05:00 PM

Thank you, BJ; we people, most of us, do not realize the awesome spiritual-energy at our beck and call. And how conscious and unconscious mental activity affects ourselves and our environment. All living things, subjected to the pros and cons of human emotions. The power of Free Will is so misunderstood. The continents, the seas, even the stars we see expressions of mankind's soul-state-of-being. Blessings my friend.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/15/2022 8:10:00 PM

Yup. Free will is given... Ronnie the Robot. btw: How did you sneak as* past the Censor-Police. I've never been able to do it? ~ Tell Me Your Secret, Swami!

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/17/2022 11:08:00 AM

You have to know somebody...WAY UP in the power chain:)

Joe Dimino
Date: 10/15/2022 9:43:00 PM

It's my middle name:) That's what my father often called me. Thank you Gershon. Blessings my friend.

Joe Dimino

Date: 10/15/2022 11:38:00 AM

I ended my poem with,” it does seem to be God's way also.”~ But not His preferred way! Definitely not His First Choice! It is our Free Will, the path wrongly chosen, that has brought about the Karma of Cause-and-effect, death in order to gain new life. God is not a proponent of death. It is our way...the door we have chosen for entrance and exit. Change our thinking, our hearts, and we will change our circumstance.