Daily Prompt: I Believe

For today’s prompt, tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false.

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Three things I really believe. I would never lie to you.

I believe, that:

  1. Electricity was created by the Power Demons from hell
  2. Electricity stays in our walls because we believe it will
  3. When the Power Demons choose, it will leak from the walls and fry us all and only those who live without its so-called benefits will survive.


I don’t believe, that:

  1. Every cloud has a silver lining
  2. That there’s a benevolent deity keeping personal tabs on each of us
  3. If you pray hard enough, you will always get what you want.

What, you don’t agree? I wonder why not. Hmm. Seems logical to me!

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  1. OK … im just gonna say it straight up:

    “1. Every cloud has a silver lining”
    Good? or bad? It doesn’t matter whether we like it or not. Soul (us) is Eternal. And is here in these bodies – for experience..All IT cares about is moving closer to God/raising It’s consciousness. If pain is that pathway … so be it. Because we rarely learn anything on ‘easy street’. The “Silver Lining” is what we learn/gain from any experience in the Spiritual sense. This sounds brutal to us on the human level, but on the Soul level this whole world is just necessary lie – a ‘school of hard knocks’ that moves us forward via the experience we have here.

    “2. That there’s a benevolent deity keeping personal tabs on each of us.”
    God cares about every Soul. We are It’s children – who exist because IT it: LOVE. But upon birth we were useless to IT – and ourselves. Thus lower creation was manifested and we (Soul) thrown into it. To learn … LOVE: which is the place we came from and the reason we exist, And the ONLY ticket back home again.

    “3. If you pray hard enough, you will always get what you want.”
    Of course not – and what we may want is often not even in our best interests anyway.
    BUT … Help is at hand – and we do need it. So It doesn’t hurt to ask. Who knows what may happen? Not me. Sometimes the request me make is the invitation that opens a door – that may lead us out of this place. Because no true spiritual being will enter your consciousness without your permission. That’s up to you.

    These things I have come to believe and know through (how many?) uncountable lifetimes here???

    There is nothing new here in what I say. Spirituality 101.

    Thanks for listening anyway.


    Still have a LOT to learn.


  2. About your disbeliefs, it’s absolutely true that some clouds have magenta linings, rather than silver. I’ve seen them both at sunrise and at sunset.

    Not all prayers are answered, especially in matters of inevitable mortality, but if lottery tickets had the track record of prayers, we’d all be rich. The odds of winning MegaMillions are 1:258,890,850.
    Can you imagine that there are people who invest money in being disappointed 258,890,849 times
    times out of 258,890,850?

    Would it be unfeeling of God to giggle at this?


    • Darned invisible line returns!


    • I didn’t say prayers NEVER come true. I do suggest that not ALL prayers come true and praying harder will not make it so — especially since sometimes, the answer is NO. And then again, doing something on ones own behalf to achieve a desired goal helps too!


      • It’s a stock answer, but “amen to that!”


        • As for winning the lottery — how many millions of people pray daily for that one? Talk about God giggling. I think, over the years, I have given God some of his best laughs. I plan, he says “No, not really,” and chuckles while my life falls apart.

          My mother used to say — but she said it in Yiddish, so it sounded much more meaningful — “Man plans, God laughs.” And she was an atheist, so it was particularly humorous. I still don’t think she was really an atheist. I think she was pissed off with God. There’s a difference. She just wasn’t about to see the difference.


          • My last reply was pretty lazy, so here’s a better one this time. Then I have to pack up and fly to Mexico.

            There’s a scene in This Moonless Sky where one of the characters, Xusxerron, reports on a fight he had with God about prayer. The backdrop here is that four of my characters, including Xus and the narrator, Marrik, are sitting around a campfire telling weird tales to one another. This is all taking place, as other readers won’t know yet, on another planet. Xus is a native there and Marrik came from Earth.

            In case this seems like a completely fantasy-based response, I will tell you a secret. The event that is described as happening in the shower in this story is something that actually happened in real life to my father when he was that age. His friend was called Morrie.

            So here is Xus, age 17, telling his story.

            “When I was around 11, my best friend Mohrei Asyndrekh from the next farm started complaining a lot that he was tired. There’s always lots of work to do around a farm and, I guess you’ve noticed, guys can go through lazy spells as they grow up – mea culpa, mea culpa – so no one paid much attention. I got worried, though, because I was used to him zipping around like a hummingbird and suddenly here was this old horse shuffling over to see me. He started getting me to tell him stories and so on, which I liked, but damn, I was worried and I started asking him if he was sick. At first he said no, and he had a laugh and he said he remembered what that felt like.”

            (Marrik, the narrator then says) This made sense, because needless to say, the Communicators (the aliens who terra-formed this newly inhabited planet) didn’t import our 200 kinds of cold viruses or any of our flu viruses, so people aren’t always getting the drips and the upchucks here like they did at home (on Earth). What they remember as the feeling of being sick is the fewwer tse shallour (a very nasty local disease). That’s sort of like remembering an Indy 500 race as your only car ride, so the folks here aren’t well set up to recognize other diseases.

            “After a few more weeks, he knew something was really wrong. He said, ‘I get light headed and headachy and sometimes I feel like I’m going to pass out.’ Then he went to the doctor, finally, and the doctors were worried about him. It took day or two, though, for blood tests to come back and show he had the white cell cancer (leukemia). The doctors said he had a half-and-half chance of surviving, but it was all downhill.

            Very soon I had to go visit him because he couldn’t come to see me, even on horseback. He was skinny and pale but he loved seeing me. I was over there every day after school to cheer him up and tell him who was doing what. He was a people lover, much more than me, and he wanted to know what every kid and every teacher was up to.”

            “I prayed for him, like, constantly, and I couldn’t see why God would let such a beautiful person suffer. When I saw him sinking every day, I got angry and I wondered if I was out of my mind praying away like that. I talked to the apad (pastor) and he said that God created freedom in the universe, and sometimes freedom let things slip out of place, even though the things that slipped might be things people really needed to carry on as normal. Everyone has to die anyway, but some can die too early, since even cells have a little wobble of freedom and one cell can just jump out of normality. If freedom wasn’t totally built into the system, we couldn’t be free either. Anyways, God still loved Mohrei and would look after him well if he died.

            “But still, I thought, God is supposed to answer prayers and do miracles some time, so why doesn’t he wake the hell up and do one now? When I loved my friend so much! And everyone loved him. And his parents were like grey sticks, they looked like artichoke plants that missed the harvest and rotted in the field. They suffered hugely. Mohrei, he was very brave but he knew just how much he was going to miss everyone and how much they would miss him.

            I began to think he was the most loved person in our land and it was immensely wrong that he should go. My belief that there was a God who cared was just about totally knocked out of me, day by day, seeing little Mohrei waste out.

            “One Sunday I did some work on the farm and got dirty and sweaty and I came in to have a shower. I was standing there under the running water with nothing particular on my mind and suddenly, I spoke out loud. I said, ‘Goodbye, Mohrei.’ Just like that.

            “Of course, you know what had happened. He had died right around then, maybe at that very moment, at home, in his bed.

            “We didn’t hear about it officially til halfway through the evening.

            “Two other kids at school also told me that they felt it when he died, in some way. We started talking about it at his funeral and the apad said, “that’s called ‘the bell’ – the holy spirit may tell you when an especially beloved person goes.”

            “So that left me so confused. He had been heartlessly and cruelly sucked out of our world, yet when he went, there was this ripple that went into the people who loved him. So I don’t understand God, but God survived for me. I still think he should have given Mohrei another kick at the ball and I will tell him that to his face any time, but I respect what happened otherwise. So yeah, that’s my weird event. Goodbye Mohrei. I can still hear myself saying it as the water came down.”


            • Someday, I will go into the weird events that have punctuated my life … close calls and visions. It would be very hard for me to deny the presence that has been in my life and has all but presented a picture ID. Existence has never been in question … but methodology has always been. The why and the how have always seemed random and cruel, even when I was — against all odds — saved. I never understood why I deserved saving and not others who seemed as deserving or more so. These are not questions that get answered. Mysteries remain mysteries.

              It looks as if my surgery is going forward this time. I guess my next adventure begins tomorrow. Have a good time in Mexico. Bring back lots of pictures.


  3. Wowza. Your power cord situation both amuses and frightens me. I liked this post. 😀


    • Chargers. Everything runs on batteries and every gadget, camera, phone whatever uses a different battery and a different charger. It’s definitely a very 21st century problem!


  4. I grinned through the first three and absolutely agree on the last three!


  5. Looking at that electrical lash-up, I’m starting to believe in the Power Demons as well 🙂


    • It’s as easy to believe as anything else. And that’s my super duper anti surge protection heavy duty power strip! You should see the others. Our houses were not designed to deal with all the stuff we plug in these days, and it’s only going to get worse. So I’m burning some incense to the Power Demons. It’s that or just worry all the time.


  6. The “Don’t Believe” list is right on.


  7. I believe in John Wayne and frontier justice!!


  8. Hmm. I don’t believe what you do believe, but I do believe what you don’t.


    • And just to avoid any confusion or misunderstanding, I believe what I meant by my previous comment is that I do believe that you are accurate in your list of what you don’t believe. I wouldn’t want anyone to believe that I actually believe in what you say you don’t believe in. I think that should clear things up, right?


    • Well put my friend. Well put.



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