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I close my eyes . . . what do I see?  At first it's blackness.  Then a moment of thoughtfulness.  Images emerge.  Some vivid images of peaceful spaces.  Imagination plays with settings that seem to be the perfect essence of joy and fulfillment. There is the edge of consciousness that seems hazy...peer there and something seems to emerge hazily.  A flitting image.  Observe.  Stand still.  I hear a robin to the left.  I smell the scent of some wild mountain flower.  A bee buzzes behind me.  Warm light over-head shines down on my perception of this personage I call: me.  The illusion is real, with breeze, gurgling brook faintly titillating in the background.  The words rise and fall in my mind. Grass sways, there are a million stimuli, and I sit . . . eyes closed, imagination creating, painting, creating. I think in the saner moments of life, there is a  whole lot of creativity emerging.  I'm curiously peering into the knowledge divined by science as neuronal-networking

November 13, 2014 or  November 12, 2014 When We Find The Courage To Remember by Jade M Wong A hazy dream, easily forgotten A shadow of a memory, pushed aside A misty thought, lost, never to be found When we do not wish to remember. Not really locked.  Look closely. A half-opened door with a secret A recollection whispering through The door is shut, the key thrown away When we fear of what we can remember. A tiny light in the midst of the dark A warm laugh in the falling of the tears A gentle voice among the shouts When we find the courage to remember. © Jade M. Wong 2014

Goodness without god is not only possible, but remarkably probable.  I'd like to think that my goodness is increasing with each day that I'm able to release my death-grip on the alternative idea that goodness is founded in a god or a specific ideology.  I think when I am able to be good without gods that I am more human, more forgiving, more understanding of my own short-comings and by extension more loving toward my fellow man.  Less-rigid feels much more healthy. Unraveling my story oh so very slowly, I'm coming to an awareness.  I had a massive, no over-statement, defense built up around this idea of no god.  I think that a very simple observation is appropriate: why such a defense? The short answer: 'Cause subconsciously I knew there was no god. The road was long and hard to come to this awareness.  I'll be unwinding over a life time all the tendrils of xenophobia, escapism, denial, and cognitive dissonance surrounding my self-blindness.  Evolutionary fact