Sunday Fellowship

Welcome to Sunday Fellowship. The Fellowship of God. The Fellowship of Spirit if you wish to think of it that way, because it’s just an extension of the spirit of all. That you access at the comfort of your own home, where there is no collection plate.
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The cartoonist at http://www.sinfest.net/
Just cracks God up so much, I just love him to pieces. The Saturday post was a riot.
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It’s loose here, God is not going to preach to you today. Just make some suggestions of what to do with your day. It’s your spirit, it’s your day, make it your gift.
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Play the music you want to hear, sing the songs you want to sing, and they don’t have to be spiritual, sing Hot Rod Lincoln if you like. Or Working Nine to Five. A favorite of mine is Take This Job And Shove It. I haven’t heard it for years but I’m very fond of Dolly’s, Love Is Like A Butterfly.
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Congregate with others you like, give them a hug if you like, in a Beer Church if you like. If driving somewhere, slow down and enjoy the day. Take a walk in nature. Or a bike ride.
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Smile and say Hi to a complete stranger, he/she can’t possibly be anymore strange than you. Call others Hon more. Some clerks I know are spiritual and friendly, we touch hands a bit when exchanging money. We look into each others eyes and recognize spirit.
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If a Christian tries to tell you about God, tell them to shut up. If all that was true they wouldn’t have many different beliefs and religious branches, they would have a common belief. Try to tell them about your Beer Church, or your special places in nature where you feel at one with spirit. If you are a man and it’s an attractive woman, ask her if she wants to have sex with God. Ask if you can audit the books at her church, but you already know what the answer will be.
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If you do feel the need to congregate with others consider a UU Fellowship, they’re not perfect but at least they don’t have a lot of Christian clutter in them. Or a Salvation Army church with a neutral minister in it that sticks to general subjects and earthly type songs, because you are of the earth. Why even bother going to a church with a collection plate, just cuz they think they is cultured, and all that shit?
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Better yet, congregate with others at a barbecue or picnic, or potluck. Do a potlatch as some natives call them.
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Sleep in, slow down, relax, enjoy the day. Get in touch with spirit, no point in going out looking for it, for something to discover and worship. It’s in you, not from outside of you.
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Have Sunday sex, three times if you want to. Sit and talk quietly to each other for a while.
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Do a Happy Naked Pagan Dance if you like. Sing happy songs, do happy dances. Spend a peaceful day with your spirit as you please, get to know each other.
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I just discovered that if you have a blog spot comment window open, and click on another blogs site, say from a link on your desktop that you follow, that it opens in the comment window. Interesting.
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I spotted a nice load of firewood yesterday so stopped to look at it. It was decent looking hemlock and just fine for Helen’s only heat, a wood-burning kitchen stove. At $150.00 for over a cord it was a bargain. So at last I had a use for my cell phone. I called and talked to a very pleasant lady and made arrangements for it to be delivered to Helen’s at 12:30, giving me time to get there by then. It turned out to be a young Native American and his mother from Neah Bay. He is big and gentle, and gives honest value for the money, can’t spell and write very well but I don’t care, he is the salt of the earth. His mother is a real sweetheart. There are lots of Native Americans in this area and they are gentle and peaceful compared to so many of the descendents that took their lands away from them. Didn’t think of it at the time but I mentioned to Helen that he should have gotten a tip for such an honest load. I called the number and left a message. While I was taking a nap they returned and were at Helen’s talking to her when I woke up. So he got a twenty dollar tip, and now Helen has enough wood to get through the winter.
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God was pondering on what to do with the shitty George Bush doll when the answer arrived. Cremation by ceremonial fire…. Perfect. I can have a ceremonial fire here even during a burn ban, it is written into the law. But here wasn’t right, not on my place. It was taken to the forest, its molecules returned to the earth from which they came. In a few weeks there will be no sign of it ever existing, or being extinguished. And now the spirit waits.
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Did you read The Religion War? Interesting that the trusted aide of the leader of the Christian war machine finely saw the light, and shot him.
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State legislators are merely politicians whose darkest secret prevents them from running for a higher office.
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Only two things in life are certain, death and that twinkies will out last you.
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The Swiss have an interesting army. Five hundred years without a war. Pretty impressive. Also pretty lucky for them. Ever see that little Swiss Army knife they have to fight with? Not much of a weapon there. Corkscrews, bottle openers. 'Come on, buddy, let's go. You get past me, the guy in back of me, he's got a spoon. Back off. I've got the toe clippers right here.' – Jerry what’s his name.
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Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
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We had gay robbers last night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.
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Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. [It’s just a capitalistic money scam, God does not contribute to it.]
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The clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. [God is not impressed]
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For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven. "You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "so I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want."
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And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life. The two approached each other a bit shyly , but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches.
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Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces. "You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking knowingly. Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll poop on it's head."
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I’m off to the Kinetics Festival, will drive slowly and enjoy the day. Love and Peace to all. Hugs. BBC