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RAPID QUESTION'S FOLLOWED...

Do we know we are dead, when we are dead?)

We act as if we don't even know we're alive when we are alive, so, no.

(How is it possible to feel someone’s pain?)

Empathy, sense memory, actual connection, One.

(What if death is actually an amazing process that we have all been scared of?)

LIFE is the amazing process we're afraid of. Fools, the whole of us.

(What is easier, to hate or to love?)

Hate is nothing more than an unnatural emotion, a conjured “reality”, we ourselves are the keepers of Peace and Love, so the question is rhetorical, at best.

(Does pride really go before the fall?)

I think pride is the fall.

(Why do we desire love so much?)

The need to replenish what we are.

(Does everything really happen for a reason? Can you connect the dots?)

We're so busy looking for connections to things, to our human contrivances, that we forget that we’re all the same dot…

(Do you think that God is to blame for everything?)

Blame is a human construct. Is God responsible? Ultimately, sure, yet we need to understand that we are the consciousness of God awakening within….

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(What does the world need more of to solve some of it’s biggest problems?)

The extinction of man.

(That is too harsh!)

Is it; how would you know? You've never been extinct.

(Are you fully engaged in insanity?)

Is there any other way? What’s your preference, fully engaged or a half-assed insanity?

[a maddened shriek as the rain dances down upon the tent]

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(Why are some people victims and others take full responsibility for their lives?)

What a snarky question. Even those that take full responsibility are victims, some more so than others.

(Why are we often our own worst enemy?)

Because we're our only enemy.

(Why is the sexual urge the hardest to control?)

The hardest urge to control is rage, given its nature, while sexual urges are easier suppressed if our reason has found it’s way back to us.

(Does God have a God?)

Dog has a Dog, the Wolf, so no.

(Is it better to die in glorious fashion or pass on in your sleep?)

How do you know that they are not one in the same?

(Why does money get such a bad name with so many limiting beliefs around it?)

Because money has no limit to which it will go to remain viably unlimited.

(When does someone’s innocence stop?)

It never stops, people do.

(What is the best piece advice anyone could be given?)

Wake up! Our ignorance to the Truth should be declared a pandemic, everyone’s clueless!

[quietude]

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  1. You’ve shared a lot of very thoughtful questions and put up pointers to new ways of thinking...I appreciate that gift, Carolyn

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