With the push to legalize marijuana... Comes an even stronger need to clean up our culture, and stop promoting the idea that marijuana is cool.
Marijuana is legal here in Oregon, and I am known to use it on occasion. I am fortunate in that I never really experimented with the drug until I was 26 years old, and my brain was fully developed (there were a couple isolated incidents of me trying marijuana at younger age).
First off, is marijuana cool? Not really, but it is a relatively harmless drug that you can use when you are old enough, to alter your mental state. I don't think it is cool, but it is prevalent in our culture.
Rap music, in particular. Urging you to "smoke weed everyday." How do we get through to the children? You will be much more intelligent as an adult, if you lay off the drugs in high school!
We need to reach out to the rap artists, and try to instill in them a sense of responsiblity to the children.
Good luck!
Monday, August 13, 2018
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Serving God Through A Healthy Work Ethic
We, at the Zuhl household, are working.
I do not have a job. Do not make any money. I get government assistance.
However, that does not mean me and the spirit guides are not busy!
First comes a healthy happy workspace. I have our company symbol, the icosahedron, in prominent view.
What is the reward? Healthy happy new ego construct building, infusing power into the idea that Rachel Zuhl is a beautiful spirit and a beautiful human being. Feeling the life source, the power of God, constantly infusing Rachel with happiness and drive to keep working!
What product are we working on? Right now, the goal we are working toward is enlightenment! Wow, what a wonderful finished product!
How do we make that happen? First, we need to rid the ego of pretentious ego specks. Things that are not really Rachel Zuhl at her finest, but rather, other people and their opinions of Rachel Zuhl.
Rachel Zuhl needs to feel beautiful as a human being and spirit without other people telling her that!
I do not have a job. Do not make any money. I get government assistance.
However, that does not mean me and the spirit guides are not busy!
First comes a healthy happy workspace. I have our company symbol, the icosahedron, in prominent view.
What is the reward? Healthy happy new ego construct building, infusing power into the idea that Rachel Zuhl is a beautiful spirit and a beautiful human being. Feeling the life source, the power of God, constantly infusing Rachel with happiness and drive to keep working!
What product are we working on? Right now, the goal we are working toward is enlightenment! Wow, what a wonderful finished product!
How do we make that happen? First, we need to rid the ego of pretentious ego specks. Things that are not really Rachel Zuhl at her finest, but rather, other people and their opinions of Rachel Zuhl.
Rachel Zuhl needs to feel beautiful as a human being and spirit without other people telling her that!
I Find Truth in Dreams
I had a dream last night that had something that gave me a weird feeling. It was a piece of ancient wisdom.
The ancient wisdom was, "This is a familiar to you because it's been in your mind before."
This was the piece of wisdom.
When I was confronted with this piece of truth, I felt weird. It came like an echo. The truth echoed, oscillated and then made me feel weird when it hit a focus point and there was no running and hiding from this piece of truth. That's the best way I can think of to describe it.
It was an encounter with the life force, the truth, and there was some reference to the Akashic records. At least, the Akashic records were prevelant in my mind when I awoke. The weird feeling was an encounter with the divine. I got closer and closer to experiencing the divine, and when it hit a focal point, there was no running or hiding and it made me feel scared or freaked out though there was nothing in particular I was afraid of. Just freaked out to experience something so raw.
The life force runs through everyone, so everyone has experienced this bit of truth or wisdom in their mind at one point. It runs through everyone's mind like water.
The ancient wisdom was, "This is a familiar to you because it's been in your mind before."
This was the piece of wisdom.
When I was confronted with this piece of truth, I felt weird. It came like an echo. The truth echoed, oscillated and then made me feel weird when it hit a focus point and there was no running and hiding from this piece of truth. That's the best way I can think of to describe it.
It was an encounter with the life force, the truth, and there was some reference to the Akashic records. At least, the Akashic records were prevelant in my mind when I awoke. The weird feeling was an encounter with the divine. I got closer and closer to experiencing the divine, and when it hit a focal point, there was no running or hiding and it made me feel scared or freaked out though there was nothing in particular I was afraid of. Just freaked out to experience something so raw.
The life force runs through everyone, so everyone has experienced this bit of truth or wisdom in their mind at one point. It runs through everyone's mind like water.
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Ego Death
We're all in this together, or are we?
I feel the pizza pie crust of my ego, some sort of furry furry edge that needs to be dissolved and eradicated.
As Rachel withers, so does her ego. She cries out in pain, and remembers that she is a soul that needs nothing. She needs not friends, comfort, drugs. Just love from an almighty source.
In other news, my dad does not get a weird emotional connotation when he thinks about outer space. If an alien came and visited, it would have the same emotional connotations of an random intruder. Let's not talk about that!, he said.
I compared my dad to Vernon Dursley. He said no that's not him, he's not a bad guy. But then again, the bad guy never thinks he is the bad guy.
And that's where we leave it tonight, folks. The bad guy never thinks he is the bad guy.
I feel the pizza pie crust of my ego, some sort of furry furry edge that needs to be dissolved and eradicated.
As Rachel withers, so does her ego. She cries out in pain, and remembers that she is a soul that needs nothing. She needs not friends, comfort, drugs. Just love from an almighty source.
In other news, my dad does not get a weird emotional connotation when he thinks about outer space. If an alien came and visited, it would have the same emotional connotations of an random intruder. Let's not talk about that!, he said.
I compared my dad to Vernon Dursley. He said no that's not him, he's not a bad guy. But then again, the bad guy never thinks he is the bad guy.
And that's where we leave it tonight, folks. The bad guy never thinks he is the bad guy.
Monday, July 16, 2018
Song of the Raven
As Rachel sat on her bed, she stared at a book sitting on her pillow case. It was a book Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion. She reached for her bottle of Adderall and took a pill.
As she got high on dopamine, she drifted off in a thoughty trance. She concluded that if God existed, he wouldn't allow so much pain in her life and other people's lives.
She looked out at the window of her cheap two bedroom apartment. Out the window, a bird had landed on a nearby tree branch. It sang a broken three syllable melody. The melody shifted, and the melody changed, but it always rang out of the bird's mouths the loudest on the three last syllables. They were in a minor key.
The door bell rang. She opened the door and welcomed in two Jehovah's witnesses. She asked them to explain the part in the bible about sin and how that applied to her life. Not believing she was a sinner, she asked them why lying when the truth was none of their business was considered a sin. They answered that it was one of the ten commandments.
Rachel shooed them out the door. She walked over to her back porch and went outside. It was a winter day, so she put on shoes and a rain coat.
As the rain ran down her clothes, she whispered to the raven on the window sill. To her surprise, it spoke back!
"Why do you sing such a sad sad song?" Rachel asked the raven.
"I am a bird who echoes the sentiment of those around me. If you were joyous, so would be my song!"
There was a hard, firm knock on Rachel's door. As she waited for the knocking to stop, a large fish in her fish bowl swallowed a smaller fish in one gulp.
Rachel tore open a package on her counter. In it, there was a bird feeder. The bird feeder promised to serve those who enjoy bird watching. Rachel perched it on her deck and remained calm.
As she dozed off on the kitchen counter, her head fell onto the counter and she was struck by a vision. It was a hand pointed at a grandfather clock.
As she opened her eyes, the clock remained firmly ingrained in her mind.
As she closed a box of crackers. a loud ticking came from the ceiling. The ceiling was then torn off the building, and God was reaching into her living room! Rachel ducked but God grabbed her any way.
He placed her on the mountain top.
NOW SING!
Rachel bellowed out the star spangled banner.
NOW PRAY TO GOD!
Rachel got down on her knees and thanked God for the mightiness of the mountain top and nature in general, praying that he would help humans preserve it for future generations.
NOW READ!
And he handed Rachel a pamphlet. It was titled, "Caring for God's Creatures Great and Small."
Rachel got on a roller coaster, and was whisked away over the Pacific Ocean. In the middle of the journey, God pushed her off the roller coaster!
There was utter silence, as Rachel bobbed around in the water cold and all alone.
She prayed. And God spoke, "Now I will prepare you for your journey."
Rachel woke. She was sitting bolt up right in her bed. On the other side of the room, the rat in the cage regurgitated several oblong pellets.
The hand of God pointed to the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Your time of glory is coming. For now, thy lord speaks and you listen."
As she got high on dopamine, she drifted off in a thoughty trance. She concluded that if God existed, he wouldn't allow so much pain in her life and other people's lives.
She looked out at the window of her cheap two bedroom apartment. Out the window, a bird had landed on a nearby tree branch. It sang a broken three syllable melody. The melody shifted, and the melody changed, but it always rang out of the bird's mouths the loudest on the three last syllables. They were in a minor key.
The door bell rang. She opened the door and welcomed in two Jehovah's witnesses. She asked them to explain the part in the bible about sin and how that applied to her life. Not believing she was a sinner, she asked them why lying when the truth was none of their business was considered a sin. They answered that it was one of the ten commandments.
Rachel shooed them out the door. She walked over to her back porch and went outside. It was a winter day, so she put on shoes and a rain coat.
As the rain ran down her clothes, she whispered to the raven on the window sill. To her surprise, it spoke back!
"Why do you sing such a sad sad song?" Rachel asked the raven.
"I am a bird who echoes the sentiment of those around me. If you were joyous, so would be my song!"
There was a hard, firm knock on Rachel's door. As she waited for the knocking to stop, a large fish in her fish bowl swallowed a smaller fish in one gulp.
Rachel tore open a package on her counter. In it, there was a bird feeder. The bird feeder promised to serve those who enjoy bird watching. Rachel perched it on her deck and remained calm.
As she dozed off on the kitchen counter, her head fell onto the counter and she was struck by a vision. It was a hand pointed at a grandfather clock.
As she opened her eyes, the clock remained firmly ingrained in her mind.
As she closed a box of crackers. a loud ticking came from the ceiling. The ceiling was then torn off the building, and God was reaching into her living room! Rachel ducked but God grabbed her any way.
He placed her on the mountain top.
NOW SING!
Rachel bellowed out the star spangled banner.
NOW PRAY TO GOD!
Rachel got down on her knees and thanked God for the mightiness of the mountain top and nature in general, praying that he would help humans preserve it for future generations.
NOW READ!
And he handed Rachel a pamphlet. It was titled, "Caring for God's Creatures Great and Small."
Rachel got on a roller coaster, and was whisked away over the Pacific Ocean. In the middle of the journey, God pushed her off the roller coaster!
There was utter silence, as Rachel bobbed around in the water cold and all alone.
She prayed. And God spoke, "Now I will prepare you for your journey."
Rachel woke. She was sitting bolt up right in her bed. On the other side of the room, the rat in the cage regurgitated several oblong pellets.
The hand of God pointed to the clock.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Your time of glory is coming. For now, thy lord speaks and you listen."
What Atheists Don't Know About Christianity
At first glance, Christianity appears to be a scam. There is a far-fetched story you just have to believe without any (or is there any?) proof, take it "on faith," devote your life to it, and then you get the magical prize at the end of eternal life.
I went on a search for answers awhile back regarding Christianity. I started out a young atheist turned spiritual, then as my delusions began in 2006, started taking the whole idea that Jesus was God seriously. One of the reasons was because during my altered state, I had my God spot activated.
I realized as this began, that it was innate in my own psychology to believe that Jesus Christ was God. So here I was, rational, thinking things out, knowing that any hokey magical story that happened 2000 years ago was a myth... when I find a seed deep inside myself that already believes! I would say I was completely baffled by this, but I wasn't. The whole altered state experience was so life changing, it wasn't at all weird that I left my atheist ways and embraced Christianity afterwards. No hurt feelings about being wrong.
And this is the answer about the human race that the atheists who laugh at Christians do not have. Inside of us all, there is a Christ believer. Though, not literally everyone. I am told by my guides, some people simply do not feel anything at all when they hear about Jesus, when they have Jesus drilled in to them, or whatnot. Still more have to search to find the Christ believer inside themselves.
And then I fast forward a few years to 2013, and my exploration with the hell problem. It comes down to, atheists who scoff at religion say, you are punished for all of eternity with horrible horrible pain for using logic, and saying you are not going to believe a hokey story without any real proof.
When I went on my spiritual quest, I learned that's not it. It comes down to the hell problem, as I philosophized about as I went through altered states. Basically, God doesn't want to send anyone at all to hell. But, it just simply, happens after you die. It's like a bug in the software of the universe. So basically, you believe in Jesus, it creates a shortcut that gets you out of the universe before you are landed in hell and up in heaven with God. At least, this was the only way I could justify this strange set of beliefs. I personally, these days, don't believe in hell. And I understand why anyone confronted with a set of believers who think people who reject Christ deserve to be punished, should reject this set of beliefs and set them straight. Simply put, a loving God wouldn't do that.
And with this set of theories, came THE fundamental truth about the difference between atheists and Christians, according to believers: atheists trust their own brain, to a much larger extent than Christians do. Is this a good thing? I mean it sounds like a good thing. The answer is, NO! Atheists believe they can understand everything.
In my own personal universe here in la la Rachel Zuhl land, I talk to the spirits on a regular basis. I am consistently told, and keep in mind always, that my own brain and my ability to comprehend concepts in their world is very very limited. To the point where they explain things in a cartoonish fashion, or at least they sound that way, or don't explain at all because any explanation would be gibberish.
So can we understand the origins of the universe? NO! We have probably gotten as far as we can really understand, without dipping into miscellaneous minutea. There was a big bang, bam! we have the universe. Sounds a lot like the story of creation in the bible to me. At least, no important differences when it comes down to basic content.
The bible says, kind of like when we tell our kids to say no to drugs, just get saved. So you think, God told me this. God knows more than me. I'm going to get saved even though the basic idea of believing in a sinless being making an impact in where I end up makes no sense to me whatsoever. Kind of like how your eyes gloss over when your dad tries to explain to you how operating systems work.
Of course, I don't believe you need to get saved to avoid hell. But Christians who believe in hell, you use this theory or else you have no argument. There is no explanation for why God sends non believers to hell. Unless you are really so sheltered you think that people who do not think the way you do are inherently evil. And still, you would wonder if an inherently evil person is really so bad it justifies sending them to hell for all eternity.
Why believe in the bible? Well, if you know where to look there is historical evidence. But mostly, you find that seed inside you, innate in human psychology, that tells you that Jesus Christ was real.
I went on a search for answers awhile back regarding Christianity. I started out a young atheist turned spiritual, then as my delusions began in 2006, started taking the whole idea that Jesus was God seriously. One of the reasons was because during my altered state, I had my God spot activated.
I realized as this began, that it was innate in my own psychology to believe that Jesus Christ was God. So here I was, rational, thinking things out, knowing that any hokey magical story that happened 2000 years ago was a myth... when I find a seed deep inside myself that already believes! I would say I was completely baffled by this, but I wasn't. The whole altered state experience was so life changing, it wasn't at all weird that I left my atheist ways and embraced Christianity afterwards. No hurt feelings about being wrong.
And this is the answer about the human race that the atheists who laugh at Christians do not have. Inside of us all, there is a Christ believer. Though, not literally everyone. I am told by my guides, some people simply do not feel anything at all when they hear about Jesus, when they have Jesus drilled in to them, or whatnot. Still more have to search to find the Christ believer inside themselves.
And then I fast forward a few years to 2013, and my exploration with the hell problem. It comes down to, atheists who scoff at religion say, you are punished for all of eternity with horrible horrible pain for using logic, and saying you are not going to believe a hokey story without any real proof.
When I went on my spiritual quest, I learned that's not it. It comes down to the hell problem, as I philosophized about as I went through altered states. Basically, God doesn't want to send anyone at all to hell. But, it just simply, happens after you die. It's like a bug in the software of the universe. So basically, you believe in Jesus, it creates a shortcut that gets you out of the universe before you are landed in hell and up in heaven with God. At least, this was the only way I could justify this strange set of beliefs. I personally, these days, don't believe in hell. And I understand why anyone confronted with a set of believers who think people who reject Christ deserve to be punished, should reject this set of beliefs and set them straight. Simply put, a loving God wouldn't do that.
And with this set of theories, came THE fundamental truth about the difference between atheists and Christians, according to believers: atheists trust their own brain, to a much larger extent than Christians do. Is this a good thing? I mean it sounds like a good thing. The answer is, NO! Atheists believe they can understand everything.
In my own personal universe here in la la Rachel Zuhl land, I talk to the spirits on a regular basis. I am consistently told, and keep in mind always, that my own brain and my ability to comprehend concepts in their world is very very limited. To the point where they explain things in a cartoonish fashion, or at least they sound that way, or don't explain at all because any explanation would be gibberish.
So can we understand the origins of the universe? NO! We have probably gotten as far as we can really understand, without dipping into miscellaneous minutea. There was a big bang, bam! we have the universe. Sounds a lot like the story of creation in the bible to me. At least, no important differences when it comes down to basic content.
The bible says, kind of like when we tell our kids to say no to drugs, just get saved. So you think, God told me this. God knows more than me. I'm going to get saved even though the basic idea of believing in a sinless being making an impact in where I end up makes no sense to me whatsoever. Kind of like how your eyes gloss over when your dad tries to explain to you how operating systems work.
Of course, I don't believe you need to get saved to avoid hell. But Christians who believe in hell, you use this theory or else you have no argument. There is no explanation for why God sends non believers to hell. Unless you are really so sheltered you think that people who do not think the way you do are inherently evil. And still, you would wonder if an inherently evil person is really so bad it justifies sending them to hell for all eternity.
Why believe in the bible? Well, if you know where to look there is historical evidence. But mostly, you find that seed inside you, innate in human psychology, that tells you that Jesus Christ was real.
Fire of Spirit Turned to High to Exterminate Ego
It started to hit Rachel as her guides were doing soul work on her. They were fixing the damage to the soul all of Rachel's life circumstance had caused her. As they do, it brings up the pain more, and there is no where you can hide from the reality of the situations.
Rachel began feeling completely worthless and suicidal. Rachel has the problem of severe lack of people in her life. The reason is, she never made an effort to stay in contact with anyone, ever. For whatever reason, she didn't understand that making an effort was an absolute necessity in making and keeping friends.
As Rachel's guides join in and harass Rachel, Rachel wonders what their fucking problem is. Can't they see I'm in a lot of pain? she asks. Alas, they do. This is part of the fire of extermination of the last part of the ego!
When Rachel was in the hospital the last time, which was less than a week ago, her guides told her she had cut the last ego cord. She did this by giving up a judgment of one of her peers. When she did this, endorphins slowly started to flood her brain.
At home, the soul work commenced. As Rachel carried on regardless, she realized that she never sees any of her friends! And she realized that might mean they are not her friends anymore, she realized she was fat, she realized she had nothing to live for. Of course all these problems are fixable.
As she sweltered in the heat, she imagined that maybe God was trying to break her down to get her to call out to him and ask for His help, and let religion enter her heart once more. Rachel did so, and God responded with words to Rachel's prayers, telling her he was helping her but she needed to continue trying to help herself, she needed to reach out to peers to create lasting friendships and put herself on the line a bit more often. He would send people her way.
As she sweltered and the heat started to wear off but still pressed onward, she decided she needed to give up living life for herself, which she still did even now. She needed to live life for other people.
Rachel's thought's continued, and the final extermination of the ego continued.
As she laughed, she imagined what she had been thinking earlier. Earlier that same night, she had been thinking, maybe if I just think hard enough in the right direction, I'll make myself happy. It turns out, this idea was spot on.
Rachel began feeling completely worthless and suicidal. Rachel has the problem of severe lack of people in her life. The reason is, she never made an effort to stay in contact with anyone, ever. For whatever reason, she didn't understand that making an effort was an absolute necessity in making and keeping friends.
As Rachel's guides join in and harass Rachel, Rachel wonders what their fucking problem is. Can't they see I'm in a lot of pain? she asks. Alas, they do. This is part of the fire of extermination of the last part of the ego!
When Rachel was in the hospital the last time, which was less than a week ago, her guides told her she had cut the last ego cord. She did this by giving up a judgment of one of her peers. When she did this, endorphins slowly started to flood her brain.
At home, the soul work commenced. As Rachel carried on regardless, she realized that she never sees any of her friends! And she realized that might mean they are not her friends anymore, she realized she was fat, she realized she had nothing to live for. Of course all these problems are fixable.
As she sweltered in the heat, she imagined that maybe God was trying to break her down to get her to call out to him and ask for His help, and let religion enter her heart once more. Rachel did so, and God responded with words to Rachel's prayers, telling her he was helping her but she needed to continue trying to help herself, she needed to reach out to peers to create lasting friendships and put herself on the line a bit more often. He would send people her way.
As she sweltered and the heat started to wear off but still pressed onward, she decided she needed to give up living life for herself, which she still did even now. She needed to live life for other people.
Rachel's thought's continued, and the final extermination of the ego continued.
As she laughed, she imagined what she had been thinking earlier. Earlier that same night, she had been thinking, maybe if I just think hard enough in the right direction, I'll make myself happy. It turns out, this idea was spot on.
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