The J-Spot

Perversion, death and breasts, advice from a SEAL, and our right to question everything. Image by Juergen_G from Pixabay and edited by the author I’ve successfully made it through about a fifth of the New Living Translation of the Holy Bible. About now, is when I’m getting a little leery about reading any other scriptures, as I’ve seen what happened to Pharaoh. I mean, I don’t want to go read back through the copy of the Quran I have on the shelf and end up coming down with the plague! But, if I did come down with the plague, would I be stupid enough not to burn it? Of course, this is only speculative. Isn’t this a war on literature? My co-worker Phil (hence the title Phil-osophy) made a point that something like 1.2 billion people on Earth believe in the Hindu religion. So, wouldn’t being punished for exploring their beliefs, to better understand them, be a little harsh? It’s kinda like turning your back and ignoring the others. Or, as Phil put it, basking in ignorance. Som...

Is it God’s will? Our will? His will or their will? Image produced by the Author | copyright Bookflurry Inc. 2021 I enjoy my church. It’s The Bridge at Palma Sola Bay . I will continue to enjoy it unless I do something dumb enough that they would ban me. I’m competing with myself for that award so, I know the bar is high! I once told my pastor, after he was so inspired by the worship team’s music that he danced right out onto stage early, that I loved his sermon and his energy, but I had yet to eat enough mushrooms as to accidentally find myself up there dancing. He chuckled playfully. Probably unsure of whether to nervously encourage my own energy or suggest I not eat mushrooms. It’s a real possibility. Not me eating the mushrooms, my wife and children would never stand for that, but the music being so inspiring that you dance your way onto the stage. Reality was, I’d simply been reading a book on mushrooms , and I have a tendency to become what I read, temporarily . Currently, I’...

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...

I realized that I really had no control over how fast Life offered up its goods when death came. At least, I realized it for a brief time. Old habits die hard- no pun intended.      When I was just a boy, I recall wanting everything now. Now, now, now. For everything I found interest, I really went for it. I wanted to be the best baseball player without ever swinging a bat. I wanted to be the fastest runner without ever competing in track. I wanted the newest, best toys, without ever doing my chores.      As I aged into my teens and began working a part-time job, this ignorant desire for instant gratification followed me. I spent money as fast as I made it, and even money I had not earned yet.      My abundant desire for more was nothing to be ashamed about, as I look back, I can see that it was simply a desire for a more full experience  of what life had to offer; a yearning for some perfection.      I would ask my...