The J-Spot

Less than One Percent of all Goodness is the Physicality. Copyright 2021 Bookflurry Inc. Pen Image edited from  Pixabay Back in my twenties I watched a B-rated movie called Mind Walk . It was right around the time that The Secret came out, and What the Bleep-Down the Rabbit Hole , and such things… I really enjoyed that movie twice, and I don’t watch movies twice. Well, except Frozen, but that was forced, over, over, and over again. Another one I watched twice was Pontypool . They both had this meditative zeal. The kinda feel like, if you were alone and had real time to just relax, but not waste, then that was it. They were the kind of movies that you could just listen to without the film even. But the film made it better. I’ve never looked to see if those were based on books because, if they were, they had to have been mostly dialogue. But man, they kept you attentive. A philosopher, a politic, and a scientist walk around discussing the exact thing they are on vacation retreating...

 Are you an old soul? Image Courtesy of pixy.org A lot of people will argue that forty isn’t over-the-hill. But, it will always be over the hill to me. Give me black balloons and a whoopee cushion on my big four zero day! Sadly, that day has passed and I didn’t get my party. I can see the debate. No one wants to admit that they are old. Or do they? Hell, I’ve wanted to be ninety since the day I saw Mr Miyagi teach Daniel San Karate. Then, I watched another old man teach some kids to be happy through Ninja training, in the movie Three Ninjas. Yep. I’ve waited a long time to be old. Now, I may never get to be it. Well, that remains to be seen. No one can really tell the future. One thing I do know, however, is that I walked along the boardwalk on lunch break and was thinking about just how I might perfect my handstand before I die when all of a sudden it hit me. The definition of my own self-worth. So, we’re worthless. Middle-aged. Used-up. Finally settling into the cut. Li...

Womb to Tomb Image Courtesy Pixabay Seize the moment! Successful people do just that. Carpe Diem! The problem with everything happening in a flash is, all you ever get to do is look back at things. You get to remember as the spin winds down. The shine dwindles. The white washes out…. The color fades. The Doppler effect. It’s coming. It’s gone. The light was so bright when I opened my eyes… Brighter than I even feared! They pulled me out three weeks late. Straight from the womb to this blinding light. It would kill me, this intense white! It was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe! There he was though. Open palms. Welcoming me home. Beautiful. He just wanted a hug. And I gave it to him. What else was there to do? It was my first and last breath in this strange world! I had made it. Finally. Love. Forever. But someone was crying. It wasn’t me. I was happy! But, I could feel their pain — — or was it joy? In it, I drew a breath and remembered… What a life you’ve lived… …I’ll be t...

The very first living organisms, bacteria, fungi, and alga had to marry in order to survive… We will have to do the same with God if we want to live beyond death. Edited Pic via Pixabay | Copyright 2021 by Bookflurry Inc. I recently had the pleasure of reading Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake . Merlin is a biologist, following in the footsteps of his father, who has spent countless hours studying the relationships between plants and mycorrhizal networks (fungal and root systems that spread out beneath our feet). These networks show traits of conscious action. Communications between fungus and plant is imperative in deciding which organisms will benefit from, or make a more fair trade, when it comes to nutrients such as sugar, carbon, sunlight, and water. What, you didn’t think soil was just dirt did you? Over ninety percent of soil is biological organisms. Fungi making connections with other microscopic lifeforms in order to live and spread. Conscious choices are being mad...

What is sacrifice? Copyright 2021 Bookflurry Inc. I love it when people post a tiny piece of a picture and have you guess what the image might be. It reminds me that we all see only a small part of our journey. Additionally, the puzzle reminds us of how great and sometimes grave our imaginations really are. You can’t say you’ve never been briefly worried that you might zoom out and see a hairy nipple rather than a cute puppy smiling back. Can we assume that Jesus knew, as he held up his unleavened bread during the last supper, that the bread would be transformed into his body if he put it into his mouth and chewed? Yes. Just as he knew that if he drank the wine from the cup it would, by the power of transformation, become his blood. After all, that is what the body does. It takes in things and turns them into human. A spinach here and a carrot there, a glass of water and voila. The body does the rest. What if, like Siddhartha, who once finally loved a stone for being more than a st...