Someone tell a joke or start a story..
Or tell us a nonfiction story. Sometimes it's like a ghost town in here. But that's okay, for now. Time to beef up our spiritual burgers with Something...anything!
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am working on something different. It will never get finished either cause I keep changing it. 
this guy is, right? Maybe a tiny humor there 
You said it doesn't require spiritual work but, why not? Can you generate a golden light field around yourself? Something likely to repell him, but not leave a negative impression (since he's connected)? I once had to convince a guy I was crazy in order to get rid of him. (Wasn't all that difficult 
) But you don't want this guy to have that opinion of you.
You know a lot more about spiritual tools than I do. Will something there work for this type of situation?
oh. OR you could get a younger hulk of a guy at the gym to be your (travel) buddy?
** (travel) buddy - comes from the 28 hour bus trip I made from Miami to Beaumont, Texas. For the better part of the trip I 'teamed' up with a man traveling alone so we could watch each other's bags, stand in line, pick up food, etc. VERY valuable.
ps. Cleita, I've been looking for you. Posted note @ facebook. Hope you can check in.
Right now I have a mess I have to unravel regarding passwords. My email got hacked and subsequently locked. My alternate email, which I need to unlock that email, got locked too so I'm stuck. All my passwords including facebook got involved so I can't access any of them. I know I need to spend an afternoon going through everything and getting them back on track but haven't had time. So be patient. I have a friend who might help when he has time.
- I hope you like it as much as I do.......
BY ANDY WEIR
January 30, 2010
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
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I am making headway, though my biggest goal is to tie together all the odd chapters I've written and need to include in the story.
For those that don't know (or remember) it's about a young woman getting turned into a djinni and then being responsible for bringing more of the same into the world. I'm basing some of that on futures read in Robert Monroe's second and third books, about the future of humanity. I've got other themes going on, too, with the main conflict of one djinni going "rogue". I'm still working out just how she does, and I'm using that spirit encyclopedia to find just the right negative-influencing entity 
I've already worked out plots for two more "books" after this one. I'll also be e-publishing, when I figure out how to do that, too
She's also Canadian, from P.E.I., but I'm not vilifying Canadians. Another one (as I recall, she is named Sarah) is from B.C.
My past-wife is from Newfoundland and Ontario, and she's where I got my info on PEI, as the residents there seem to be hated by the rest of Canada for some reason.
The djinn will be from all over the globe, although the first book will only focus on a handful out of nineteen. I'll still have to research a great many cultures to at least try to get personalities right and so forth, and that will come with time. Two of the djinn will fall into the "badness" of Rachel's lead. One is from Korea and the other from Morocco.
Oddly enough, one of the research tools I've used is just listening to HayHouse Radio and Contact Talk Radio as both get calls from people all over the globe. My writing includes a lot of new age thinking and philosophy, and hearing people from other countries talk much like we are used to, helps considerably. If I need help with any culture I don't really know, I may ask around here, too
Plural is simply "djinn"
If you've ever read my blog (it should be in my profile now) I have an earlier entry about my love for the Middle East, at least with their culture, arts, and cuisine. While I haven't studied any of their religious teachings, Sufism and the poet Rumi came from that part of the world. Of course, belly dance came from that culture, too
