Pure love by the Adam and Eve standard just reduces it to a 'sex in heat' only because it reduces it to a bestial thing. Perfect love is far deeper than just the Adam and Eve argument...

Besides, There are some big bad holes in the story of Adam and Eve...


Where did all the people come from after Cain Killed Able??????????


Instant people, just drop a pill in a glass of water and stand back???

She read Josephine’s letters and cried

She wanted a love like that

I guess the closest thing she could remember was the time one of her boyfriends wrote her a poem. It wasn’t very good and like most times with her men it was too late. They had already broken up.
In fact, she recalls the night he told her he was leaving. How those words like briers tugged at her skin. From her heart moving outward, slowly scraping at her and not stopping until it reached the tips of all her extremities.

So clear he was that night; so matter-of- fact and oh, so, damn arrogant. She hated him for lying to her though the lie was her realization that he was not leaving that day at that moment no, he had been gone for months.


We could have been lovers…Her and I

If not, for the timing of life getting in the way. We’ve spent most of the days we have known each other, either falling or healing but, always at separate stages and never with one-an-other. We have never discussed it, never acted upon it, though it does seem to lurk just below the surface with us. You can see it in the hugs that sometimes last longer than a friends` should. It is evident in the jealous glare of her latest auditioner. It shows up in the late night calls and the unannounced visits she is so famous for.

We double dated one time and spent the entire evening talking to each other. Sat next to each other at dinner and pretty much lost track of the two unlucky people we were supposed to be out with. It was sad for them yet, she and I often laugh about it, even now.

It’s kind of strange the way she never notices it, the way I look at her. The way I am always there for her. How I just seem to never have plans when she calls. How I take care of her when she is sick or as too often the case, the way I hold her hair when she has too much to drink.

I remember last winter; she stopped by one very cold night. I remember this night for two reasons, not because of the freezing temperature but, because when she walked through my door the crisp, cold, clean winter air didn’t really follow her in, it attached itself to her. It was like every follicle of her hair breathed in the freshness and held on to it only to discharge it slowly throughout the night. Like little time release scent capsules of awakening and affirmation. (To this day it still lingers in my mind) As I removed her coat and she walked away I just stood there and soaked it all in.

Secondly because, we sat on the couch, shared two bottles of wine and just talked all night. We watched a movie but, couldn’t tell you what it was. Somewhere between yawning and first light she fell asleep on me. And I do mean “on me” her head was on my chest, her elbow was digging into me and most of her weight was over my left leg. Cutting off the circulation and sending it into a slow and numbing sleep.

It was quite possibly the most uncomfortable night of my life but, I didn’t wake her. I managed to get the blanket over both of us and just enjoyed having her close. I must have run my fingers through her hair a thousand times (it was all I could do to keep from burring my face in it) the scent was still there and she looked so beautiful, peaceful.

At one point she raised her head, looked at me and simply smiled. That was when I knew I was not going to move a muscle the rest of the night or the rest of the next day for that matter.

I dosed off for a while and woke from the sun shining brightly through the room. She had moved her arm from trying to penetrate my ribs and had it under me. The other arm was resting across my chest with her hand on my shoulder. Mine? Well, one was hanging off of the couch and the other, in spite of me falling asleep never left her curls. Hell, I’m not sure I ever stopped passing my hand through them.

We’ve had many nights like this over the years. I have watched her search and toil, get used and use, I’ve held her when she’s cried, laughed at and with her, I miss her when she is away and I’ve rescued her several times. And through all of this I can tell you, she is amazing. Except for the fact that she can’t see she already has a love like that.


kc09

There are more different kinds of animals in the afterlife than there are on planet Earth.

Every animal you can imagine, inlcluding unicorns, friendly or not so friendly dragons, pixies, faeries and leprechauns.

Even the dreaded Draconians.

But it's not just in the afterlife.

They exist in the beforelife as well.

And even the duringlife. They just living on different planets is all.

Ask Jeanniebeanie. I think she's setting up an astral travel agency.

I've been to the afterlife before this life and owl be in the beforelife after this one.

worrying causes wrinkles.

...er...DUH ....



"Melaschasm"...then why didn't he praise you with your God ..and if you don't have a God or if he didn't bother to ask who your god was it appears that he conveniently gave you Allah



well you are his a co-worker and he may felt that it would have been impolite if he called you an infidel



well I guess it's less misguilded to say "bless you" then to say "those demons in your body are trying to come out your nose heathen"

there's a very basic need in societies to create and utilize religions. this has been happening for thousands of years.

its been happening before christianity was invented, it'll be happening after christianity is finished

its a natural process - to deny it is just silly.

nothing makes one religion any more special than the next.

however some people just won't accept the fact(which is fine and dandy). more interesting still is when you consider people on other parts of the planet that hold on to their religions with the same denial.

silly people living in denial is perfectly fine with me. to be honest, i'm a little jealous of them. but they get to be annoying when they're persistently loud about their opinions. reminds me of those crazies on street corners saying the world is going to end next tuesday

"imageorgiagirl" ...of course you can my little georgian munch muffin

yea, and you were kept here for the grand unveiling of what was whispered when you were beyond the veil, the fulfilled of all past things on earth.......