tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post1852768703432040948..comments2023-12-08T08:52:02.346-08:00Comments on You, Me & Religion: Cora (aka Tink)You, Me & Religionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11182081644024956860noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-59427689950147522132012-07-04T06:39:41.484-07:002012-07-04T06:39:41.484-07:00It's not my blog, so I couldn't hide anyth...It's not my blog, so I couldn't hide anything if I wanted to. I don't want to, why should I? You're the one who's flaunting his narrow-mindedness, not me. I just won't spoil any more time and energy in a discussion without mutual respect. You're not worth it.Tinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09768324347110231070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-53133714619202156662012-07-03T08:15:47.120-07:002012-07-03T08:15:47.120-07:00You have some spirit I must say Mum !
This great...You have some spirit I must say Mum ! <br /><br />This great mother of All, is All that we see with in Material Form. She is All the elements found in the many billions upon billions upon billion od solar systems, universes and galaxies. She is All the fires, waters, winds, earths and ethers. She is a Poisoned Serpent who creates, sustains and in Time, destroys all who Love Her !<br /><br />From the Beginning of Time, Adam & Eve, this Poisonous Snake has made All bite her poisoned apple (cut open an apple in half and see what you say, pardon my English 2).<br /><br />Pandora's Box has opened all Her Sins in Time. The 600 billion people on the planet have All, drunk Her Poison at birth, they keep drinking It throughout life and they die screaming, in pain and suffering, disease and sorrows, drinking It at the end 2. <br /><br />Rare are they who give Her, Her own poison and kill Her. <br />Only when She is killed, is The Wonderful Immaculate, Unsurpassed, Almighty, Unknowable, Unseen, Limit Less, Painter seen Everywhere.....but Nowhere !!!<br /><br />Those who kill Her not, She takes back into Her Arms, recreates them through reincarnation, sustains them and again eventually kill them !! Womb to Tomb her pure 100% Carat Hallmark.<br /><br />And sadly for you, The Painter Only did make Her, and The Painter only can kill Her whenever, The Wish be ..... Nothing is Ever Lasting, but The Painter !!! Nothing !!<br /><br />Publish my previous comment Tink, hide it not....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-63784686637534841112012-07-02T19:58:10.406-07:002012-07-02T19:58:10.406-07:00Dear Anonymous,
Say What!? The Painter didn't...Dear Anonymous,<br /><br />Say What!? The Painter didn't create himself either. Men are born from women, in fact the first thing a man has around his neck is *pardon my English* a vagina. Probably you forgot that. She is as everlasting as the Sea - the Sea you recommend putting oneself in again. ;-) She is the Love herself. She was there before any canvas or painter or anything at all. She proofs her existance in every first breath and last breath of life. She gave birth to thee. She will welcome thee again in her arms. There is no need to believe this, because you know, deep down inside. It is the greater truth behind all, the journey we all have to make: from the womb to the tomb. There is no need to believe in it or give it a name or argue about what it is called or perceived at. <br /><br />How do you, who shall remain nameless, but not unseen, honor thy Mother, the Great Mother of all? I wonder. <br /><br />Some of us, like Tink, choose to honor her by honoring and respecting and even more important loving every living thing. Including loving and respecting ourselfs. What is so wrong about that? Can't you bear the idea of someone loving you, for all that you are, with all flaws and all great things about you? Well I love you. As She does, always did and ever will. <br /><br />Blessed be!The Painter's Mumhttp://celebratedivinefeminine.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-33248530412223529372012-07-02T17:58:48.421-07:002012-07-02T17:58:48.421-07:00Quote "I cant visualize in my mind, what you ...Quote "I cant visualize in my mind, what you actually do a witch, as I have absolutely no idea what you are and what made you the way you are...".<br /><br />There are some 600biliion people on this planet, each with their own viewpoints, ideas, decisions and thinking. 600billion minds cannot ever ever think alike, be alike or become alike.<br /><br />That said then, religion, is one part of the that thinking mind. We love cherish admire, hate, detest or object to, many many things that exist around us, but the religion of the mind either leads us towards Our Creator or away from him.<br /><br />The consequences of going away from That Creator are why this planet and its 600billion exist. When one goes away from The Creator then one is led astray, to love, cherish and admire all that is totally a waste, utterly useless, garbage and valueless. <br /><br />To go away from The Creator, one experiences all suffering, all pain, all disease, all grief, sorrows, never even a moment of happiness, contentment or true joy inside. <br /><br />Life in the billions upon billions of universes, galaxies and start systems is an Exception rather than a Rule. All lie empty, devoid of life, except a very very very very rare few. One of those rare few is our planet. The Creator created life here to make us know, understand, realize and envision nothing else but, The Creator.<br /><br />I didn't post a comment to change or alter you, that only you can do yourself, not any of the 600billion, of which I am one.<br /><br />Do your witchcraft witch, do whatever else you wish, but for sure I. know, you don't sleep even a single night's sleep in peace happiness or joy. <br /><br />At the end of Time, the body you hold so dear will fall apart in pain, suffering, disease, sorrows and grief, your soul shall be extracted by the messenger of Death, delivered to the Righteous Judge for true justice. Then you will regret, repent your days and deeds here. <br /><br />Au Revoir Mademoiselle !!...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-36614609609951230262012-07-02T10:38:35.293-07:002012-07-02T10:38:35.293-07:00Thanks, Andrew Joseph!
Anonymous, you don't u...Thanks, Andrew Joseph!<br /><br />Anonymous, you don't understand a thing about me! I get the feeling you don't even try. That's okay, but at least try to respect another view. Yours is not the only religion, your way is not the only one and it's definitely not mine. Look around this blog, you can learn about other religions with other views on life.Tinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09768324347110231070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-65181214239442122132012-06-30T21:39:14.551-07:002012-06-30T21:39:14.551-07:00I love Tink's view of the afterlife. Why have ...I love Tink's view of the afterlife. Why have a hell? Wonderful stuff - a nature-based religion! It makes sense!Andrew Josephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15063234777548462157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1682689764476812265.post-4527403207890888582012-06-30T19:47:00.264-07:002012-06-30T19:47:00.264-07:00A Viewpoint to Consider:
I cant visualize in my mi...A Viewpoint to Consider:<br />I cant visualize in my mind, what you actually do a witch, as I have absolutely no idea what you are and what made you the way you are, but stumbling across your blog, Im left feeling you are very misguded, lost, blind and ignorant of the Unseen Force that existed, exists and will ever exist. <br /><br />Who created your human body, enclosed your life soul into it and made you the person you are. The Painter who made you the painting, is not even remotely in your mind or heart. You are in love with the painting, never the Painter. <br /><br />All the people love the sun, moon, stars, planet earth, but they remain indifferent to us humans and the many species that exist. <br /><br />A flower in bloom is so loved by the bees, but it remains indifferent to all who come to visit it.<br /><br />We so love our home, the many material things we possess, cars, fridges, tv, chairs, laptops, beds, clothes, shoes, but they all ever remain indifferent to us, their so called owners.<br /><br />As we die, they pass on to a new owner, then they belong to another. They pass from hand to hand over many millenia, but they ever remain indifferent to us.<br /><br />Love not the Painting ever, it is a poisoned chalice of death. Love the Painter, who can cure your affliction of loving the Poisoned Sea. A child loves the present given, not the giver of the present.<br /><br />Over come birth and death, by loving the Painter, love the Painter, love the Painter Only !<br /><br />Birth and death exist cause you love The Painting.....not the Painter.<br /><br />The Painter, painted you the way you are, but you realize not the Painter ! Realize then... look above, the Fisher is fishing you with the Bait of the Poisoned World, let the Fisher not fish you, put you back into the Sea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com