Spiritual noise

When the church became more about talking then walking, I think that's when the noise pollution level went up. Sometimes, I hear a lot of noise when I make a decision.  Depending on the issue, sometimes the "Christian" voices will agree; oftentimes, they won't, because there are just so many ways to do "the right thing." So, which right thing?  Right? It depends.  But not on your church, or your mentor, or your friends.  It depends on you.  Because, for some reason, pastors and other "Christian"... read more

I love our home. I am lying here in bed, just pondering our home. I know I could do more with it, decorate and such, and I will...but I still love it now. What I love most about it is it's quietness. It has a spiritual quiet about it that soothes me. I've lived in apartment buildings, and the spiritual noise interference just about kills me. It drains my energy just being there. So many conflicting energies. We live on an almost vacant block. There is a house on one side of us, a huge yard in...

Well, it seems like sickness did indeed lead into the fluctuation of my abilities. I've been in my apartment for the most part, only really coming out if I'm really needed. I'm afraid with my powers as out of control as they have been it's not safe for me to be on the clean-up crews for fear that a Kidou might harm anyone around me. They tend to latch themselves onto the nearest spiritual pressure, no matter how strong or weak. So for safety purposes I've put myself into a type of quarantine. Sorry...

Oh, finally, thank Christ. It had been so long since there was anything decent to hear on the radio, I was beginning to wonder if there was any point to even turning the damn thing on. Between Coldplay and The Ting Tings (God, here's €2, go buy yourselves some fucking lyrics ) or Kanye Goddamn West being in at least five songs all out at the same time, The Verve stepped up to bat and gave us all good reason to use the "on" button again. I'm not old, I just remember 'em from first time around...

Short of the title, this is a well written article about the desires and perils of seeking solitude, the eremitical life and sex with Bill Clinton. Yes, you read that right. I am reproducing the article in its entirety here because this things tend to disappear. Here is the link to the original posting. http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/spectrum/All-quiet-on-the-western.4669789.jp All quiet on the western front Published Date: 09 November 2008 By Peter Ross THE two-hour drive south from...

Thank god for Kegan's new lightning-making powers. Without them, the mysterious knight -- whose name we foud out is Liam, btw -- might have been a bigger threat than he actually was. But we knew once we got rid of Liam, Vassago would come back at us with something much stronger. Yeah. He did.   Kegan had scored a date with Shayna, his best friends little sister. She's one grade behind them. They were at a park when Liam made an appearance, punching Shayna and knocking her out. Kegan, who is...