It Gets Better: Joe Pang

We don't believe that a person's sexual orientation is a "sin." We believe that bi, gay, or straight is normal and okay.

To Take To the Sky

 I used to love flying. It's horrible now and I try never to do it. The older I get, the less I need stress, and airports have become places of stress rather than joy. I need music like this more than ever these days. Much love.

~Rose~

Artist Empath

You Scored as Artist You are an Artist Empath, one who creates their own reality and infuses the realities of others with your energy & emotions. You are poetic and sensitive. You turn your feelings into creations and share them with the world. Everything you touch turns to song and is freed by the color of your eyes. Your spirit dances with the winds and paints delight in the evening sky. (from the "Book of Storms" by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)

No surprise there.
It's hard being that way in this world. Nobody gets it.
I'm constantly told to just stop being this way. Just stop with the stupid creativity, it will never get you anywhere. You aren't really very good at it anyway. Stop being so foolish and flighty. Turn yourself to practical pursuits.
Just stop being this way.
Just stop being this.
Just stop being.

I'll tell you this. I think my tendency to suicide ideation has a lot less to do with my bipolar disorder than it has to do with constantly being told to JUST STOP BEING who I am.

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The Cheese Whines
One Love
Undead in the Netherworld

So, why would I post this to Undead in the Netherworld?
Because it's MY BLOG, dammit! I'm the one who created it. Granted, it's the one that gets the most traffic, so we should pander to our audience, yada yada.
It's my fucking blog.
If I want to share my feelings about being a creative empathic reject, I damn well will.

Here's the link to take the quiz

A Contradiction?

So here is the thing I find contradictory in what people like this are saying. Are they saying that the non-believer ceases to exist following the death of the body? If this is so, then what need is there for ye olde fiery lake?

I like this video better. It has a snappier beat!

Beautiful Solitude Theme

Perfect for meditation.

A Call to Anguish

While I don't agree with all of this guy's ideas, and he's a bit fire and brimstone for my liking, he does have some good points.

People are way too shallow and self-absorbed these days, and there is indeed an addiction to entertainment, an obsession with celebrity. Ideas such as spirituality and devotion are ridiculed. Western culture is becoming more and more shallow.

I appreciate that he addresses the problem of pedophilia in the church. 

He's certainly very demonstrative, emotionally speaking.

The Immortal Soul by Camden Christadelphia

So the fellow in the video postulates that there is no immortal soul to survive death.
Fine, you might say. Thus, he is an atheist. He doesn't believe in life after death.
This is where the WTF comes in.
He is not an atheist.
He is a Christian.
He states that the idea of the immortal soul comes from Greek beliefs.
Fine, but...
If there is no immortal soul...
Then why should anyone give a rat's behind about worshiping God, Satan, Cthulhu, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, or anything else?
(Although worshiping the Flying Spaghetti Monster or Cthulhu is pretty cool regardless of whether or not we have souls.)
This guy says, "the man is the soul," and "a live dog is better than a dead lion."
He is using the word "soul" in the context of "person," i.e. "Spectra is a good soul."
(Well, actually he wouldn't think I'm a good soul. I'm a heathen, Pagan blasphemer.)
But if the "soul" is the body and the consciousness all wrapped in one, and when it dies, poof, we're gone...
THEN WHO GIVES A FLYING CRAP WHETHER OR NOT WE WORSHIP THE GOD THAT THIS GUY SAYS WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WORSHIPING?
What difference does it make if we are exalted or damned if we have ceased to exist?

Admissibly, I haven't listened to any of the guy's other stuff. My soul is too befuddled to even consider it at the moment.