In small moments when my daughter wants to sit with me, on my lap, and is not content unless her hand is touching my neck, collarbone, hands or heart - this is when I fully realize and remember why we're here. What we're meant to do. What we've been looking for. Connecting with others, ourselves, …
I’ve recently been trying to define my belief in God, or map it in some way, but it’s hard to describe. I’ll cut to the chase: I think the subconscious is a direct line to God. I think the subconscious IS God. I don’t think this is a sensational thought. In fact, I thought this …
I struggle with why and how a fellow human being comes to the decision to kill many others, go on a ‘rampage’ with a gun or other weapon, and cause this kind of deep hurt and malice. I try to put myself in someone’s shoes, to work out what kind of motivations might meet me …
What is the true meaning - the true purpose - of religion? To find God? To save yourself? To redeem yourself? To have a pathway to morality? No, I don't think any of those statements fully captures the main purpose - the real, subconscious drive that lights us up inside and compels us to seek and devote …
I feel as if the internet is the wild, wild west of the modern era. Anything goes! Speak your mind! Offend people! Let off steam! Stake your claim! Get into duels! Express yourself! Dig for gold! Free-range thoughts! I can’t be the only one who is getting a little weary of this attitude? Don't get me …
Amie Zor 