Author: Jack Ainsworth

Time has come that I must leave but I’ll return before next spring save the dress you wear for me tell me love will stay.

Days will come and linger long that you may strain to hear our song but I am not forever gone; hold for me that day.

Summer he’ll come bearing down the morning sun strike shore and sound with thoughts of you I’ll be found out upon the sea.

I’ll be working night and day and putting back my hard earned pay, each dollar in my knapsack laid for the day that you’re with me.

Then come autumn I will miss the golden harvest moons last kiss, upon the stumbled fields with this I’ll long for you the more.

October fiddles in the glenn, the cider and the widows spin, and all the sounds of all the kin; heels upon the floor

Come cold winter on the deep; as I lie alone and sleep; I’ll treasure how you softly breathed and I shall call your name

All my dreams will be of you; and all that I might say and do will for your promise be done true; this much you can claim.

Oh for spring and look ye then, to the reach; the sailors friend, tis then I’ll return again and marry you sweet lass,

And  our chldren I’ll regale with stories that all Sailors tell, of krakens and the ships last bell, and how love steered me past.

Stars guiding me; all waves to thee

Stars guiding me; always to thee.

Scruffy april  2017

Time has come that I must leave but I’ll return before next spring save the dress you wear for me tell me love will stay.

Days will come and linger long that you may strain to hear our song but I am not forever gone; hold for me that day.

Summer he’ll come bearing down the morning sun strike shore and sound with thoughts of you I’ll be found out upon the sea.

I’ll be working night and day and putting back my hard earned pay, each dollar in my knapsack laid for the day that you’re with me.

Then come autumn I will miss the golden harvest moons last kiss, upon the stumbled fields with this I’ll long for you the more.

October fiddles in the glenn, the cider and the widows spin, and all the sounds of all the kin; heels upon the floor

Come cold winter on the deep; as I lie alone and sleep; I’ll treasure how you softly breathed and I shall call your name

All my dreams will be of you; and all that I might say and do will for your promise be done true; this much you can claim.

Oh for spring and look ye then, to the reach; the sailors friend, tis then I’ll return again and marry you sweet lass,

And  our chldren I’ll regale with stories that all Sailors tell, of krakens and the ships last bell, and how love steered me past.

Stars guiding me; all waves to thee

Stars guiding me; always to thee.

Scruffy april  2017

All the same to you.

Leftist, Rightist, in between; why the need to label me.

If you reduce me to a word, what I say cannot not be heard.

We are both a product of, a time a place, hate or love

all things bring us to this place, religion, country, childhood, race.

I do not believe of you, all that others say you do

and ask that you believe of me, only what you see.

All the monsters we create, live only through mistrust and hate, 

created under darkness cover, we demonize and fear each other.

Extend to me your hand my friend, let this sad division end,

Meet me halfway cross the bridge, that will allow us both to live.

Let this long charade be done, that has made fools of everyone,

No wars to fight, no banners furled, one heart, one mind, one love one world.

If its all the same to you, it will be the same to me.

Know we are all  of one skin, same love, same fear, same pain, same needs.

This sad world will not get better till we come to see the truth,

that it’s all the same to me and it’s all the same to you.

Scruffy May 2015

So many signs and nobody reading

boxes of bandages while angels lie bleeding

Amplifications of cold algorythyms

remove all the colors once in the prism.

Let me absolve you from failing to seek,

focus on my words and sleep now, just sleep

Tell me what you want to hear, listen to me say it.

Tell me facts you can’t abide, if thats your game I”ll play it

All your windows boarded up, block all you were seeing

But that world is no longer yours, I’ll tell you what you’re needing.

Under the wheels of fortune, lies the pavement of pain,

The Day my life changed forever.
The story of my life changing event; the most profound thing I have ever
experienced. I leave this behind for anyone to read and make use of if
they desire.
I was raised hard shell southern baptist and believed the world to be black
and white and in a sense; that allowed order and a certain rigidity to my
opinions; even long after I turned away from organized religion and moved
toward a more personal relationship with my Creator. Then; a bizarre set
of occurrences entered my world; seemingly by mistake; yet, I was to find
that there are no cosmic coincidences; rather, just a reality that exists
whether I choose to believe them or not.
So; as a Licensed Professional Counselor; I like most I know; wait until the
last moment to get your required CEUs for license renewal and I found
myself running out of time and requiring a boat load of CEUS which I had
no way of getting. Desperately looking; I ran across an ad in the back of
some magazine that offered close to 40 hours for a full week of CEUS at a
place called OMEGA in Austin; a spa which Mimi could enjoy and I could
get my CEUs. I didn’t even look at the title other than to note something
about regression therapy; so I was all about it and off we went.
The place was beautiful and our room comfortable and I immediately had
to go to the introductory session. Bear in mind; I had never heard of Brian
Weiss before; however, he has so many accolades behind his name that I
can’t spell the acronyms. He presents his seminars with his wife Carole
and this is what occurred: I always sit in the back of seminar rooms so
that I can watch other people; listen without interruption and focus. So I
sat behind about three hundred people which I felt was quite the large
crowd.
The first thing to occur was his introduction which was explaining “past life
regression” which put me ill at ease in my black and white world. Then, in
what I mistakenly perceived to be a “time filler” Dr.Weiss began going
down the front row to have everyone introduce themselves. The first
person was a Canadian Psychiatrist and I immediately thought; well, we
can hang with this guy as he was in a similar line of work to ours. The next
person; raised my eyebrows; “I’m an angel therapist”. The next was no
relief,”I’m a reiki master.” There were people from all over the world there
that could speak no english and had interpreters with them and I was
highly uncomfortable with these “unusual” individuals who were things

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that I had never heard of before and would have dismissed in a heartbeat.
It came my turn and I was honest and said “I’m just here for the CEUS.”
Uncomfortable; I went to our room and told MIMI that we needed to leave
as this was a bunch of foolishness; to which she reminded me “You need
the CEUS; you’ve already paid for it, and I am happy and have already
scheduled spa stuff; so suck it up and get on with it. I reluctantly agreed
and went back to the massive hall for the second session. Dr.Weiss led the
first session and expected absolutely nothing; then it hit the fan. Just as
surely as I am writing this down; I found myself in an ancient village with
thatched roof huts, winding stone paths, geese and was dressed in fur
top. I was about 10 to 12 years old and recognized my name when called
as “Joar”. As I was going down a path around the corner of a hut; I heard
a booming voice calling “Joar”. I waited until I heard it again and then
went to who was apparently my father, who was, for the village, the
blacksmith and in charge of sharpening swords and axes. It was at this
point that I recognized that this was a Viking village. Bearing in mind that I
knew little about Vikings and had previously believed and had been told
that I had Native American genetics. Turns out; I am 99 percent Norse by
genealogy but that is another story.
Next scene in my mind was of my father and I in a long boat headed to
plunder some french or english coastal village. I was about 17 and my
father was standing behind me. I knew what every piece of equipment
was for although in real life; had never seen any of it before. I spoke to my
father and said “I don’t know what to do.” He replied; “you will know
when you get there.” The next scene was of my father and I; back in our
own village where my father was laid out on a slab of marble or granite
and was dying from a sword wound to the side. I was kneeling by his side
as he died.
Next scene; I was around 27 or so and had been in battle and was now
laying on the stone where he had laid. A question came into my head:
“What have you learned” and I responded “We haven’t learned anything;
we are still living a life of violence and repeating this behavior over and
over.” I then came out of this mental state and had now been exposed to
past life regression and I do not exaggerate when I say my mind was
altered from black and white to a foreign state that simply had no rational
explanation. Dr. Weiss stated at this point that it was break time and that
he and Carole like everyone else needed a little time to themselves and
that if folks wouldn’t mind, to give them space and he promised by the end

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of the week that he would answer any questions. I immediately went
back to our room and Mimi will testify; I was grey in color.. Everything I
had ever thought had been altered in a fashion that I could not deny and I
had no clue what to do with it. Mimi says I was pale and damn near
unresponsive. I went back to the hall and immediately had another
session where I scrolled through a thousand lifetimes much like the end of
a reel of an old movie that shows individual clips every half second. In one
of these; I was a single cell creature crawling up a piece of kelp toward the
surface and toward the light. I placed my flagella above the water when I
got there and somehow knew that this was an important moment in
evolution. No clue as to why or any reason other than that is what I
experienced. For a half a day spent; life was turned upside down and I
couldn’t get away from it.
We ate lunch with the Canadian Psychiatrist who had had no experience at
all and listened to what I was describing with interest. Then back to the
hall. At break time; I just walked around the outside of the building; not
wishing to be around anyone and simply trying to process what was
bouncing around inside my head. I remembered that I had seen a coffee
pot on a patio around the back of this huge hall and thought “I’ll just get a
cup of coffee.” So, I opened the back door and stumbled in on Dr. Weiss
and Carole, taking their break. I immediately apologized and started
backing out the door; to which Carole said “come over here”. I stated that
having given seminars many times; I understood the need for a little
isolation and time to oneself and again tried to leave. She stated again”
come over here” Dr. Weiss then stated please sit down with us for a
minute. I reluctantly agreed and I guess they were interested in what was
happening to the only person there who had just shown up for CEUs. i
told them what I had experienced and the condition it had left me in to
which they stated that I was obviously a very old soul and we had a fairly
lengthy discussion.
Dr. Weiss asked if there was anything he could do for me and I felt an
immediate bond with he and Carole. I stated that it was going to take me
time to process this but that our friend the Canadian Psychiatrist was not
getting anything and that given his type of work; could really benefit from
such exposure and use it for others in identifying growth, how past lives
affect the current and carry over of trauma. After lunch, I was still sitting
in the back and Dr. Weiss called the Psychiatrist up to the stage and I was
highly grateful when he did a one on one demonstration with him. He

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immediately went into a state of hypnosis. Dr. Weiss asked him to
describe where he was and he very clearly stated that he was with about
10 other young men in a jungle in India; with an old bearded man who was
in a robe and instructing them in how to govern citizens. Dr. Weiss asked
him what he was learning and this guy starts listing of very detailed
material one point after another. About twelve or so paragraphs; very
detailed. I am sitting in the back of the room and had my eyes shut;
appreciating that the psychiatrist was having this experience. In the next
question; the psychiatrist was back in his village in ancient India and was
being coronated as the ruler. Apparently, the old man in the jungle was a
spiritual teacher in charge of preparing young rulers for how to govern.
While I am sitting there listening to the psychiatrist describe his
coronation; all of the sudden I had this flash go off in my mind that was
similar to having a flash picture taken. It was a weird symbol looking like
an insect and I had no clue why it appeared then went away.
At lunch, Mimi and I sat with the Psychiatrist as usual and he was about in
the shape I had been in when all the material hit me. I mentioned to him
about the weird symbol that had flashed in my head while he was being
coronated and he asked me about it. I took out a pen and napkin and
drew it for him. He stared and stated that this image was on every banner
at his coronation. Being in the psychiatric field; we all talk about universal
consciousness but I can attest that I just knew it as a concept and not
from personal experience; now, another person and myself had seen the
same thing at the same time and had no clue what it was.
From that day forward, I carried a drawing of it in my wallet and contacted
history departments from England and any place that had anything to do
with India. I never told anyone where I had seen it; rather, I would just say;
“I saw a picture and I’m pretty sure it’s from ancient India; do you know
what kind of symbol it is?” No one ever knew and I carried it for about five
years; asking anyone who I thought might have a clue.
Fast forward now five years. Having experienced what I had; I no longer
held any judgement toward anyone being anything. If you told me that you
a Master Toad Frog Therapist; I would simply say:” that is great”. Black
and white was gone forever. Mimi and I decided to go on a cruise which
departed Vancouver and just for something to do; I looked up Reiki
Masters in Vancouver with the idea that Mimi and I could do a couple of
sessions of something we hadn’t done before just to say we did it. I found

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a bio of a lady and called and signed us up. Mimi like always; was up for
anything and off we went.
We got to Vancouver and began looking for the home we were scheduled
at and ended up in this somewhat blighted neighborhood. The house was
shabby and small with weeds growing in the front yard and we were pretty
taken aback. We knocked on the door and this disheveled; somewhat
pitiful looking lady about 45 years old invited us into her plain if not austere
home. We sat on the couch and began talking and it became apparent
very quickly that we were not there for ourselves but for her. Her father; a
Psychiatrist had physically and sexually abused her; she was gay, her
brother and entire family had disowned her; on and on and on. Her life
was a disaster. Mimi and I went to lunch and agreed that Reiki wasn’t
going to occur although we did do some cursory session that did nothing;
but we remarked on how nice it was. We heard her life story and gave her
as much advice as she could handle since we had resolved to help her if
we could. She seemed to brighten up and was inviting of any help offered.
Life had just handed her a rough set of cards and she was just trying to
exist. We paid her double her fee and as we were about to leave; I asked
if she knew of any good coffee shop around. She kind of looked down
and said: “”there is one; but you might not like it.” Inquiring further, she
stated that it was an Indian coffee shop with a shrine in it and primarily
used by gay people.” and that there was this guru want to be who was
always at the shrine hitting on people with sexual intent. We told her that
didn’t bother us and set off for the place.
Upon getting there; the first thing I did was take my drawing out of my
wallet and inquire if anyone there had ever seen anything like it. No
success. We ordered a ginger cookie and some coffee and watched the
folks come and go. It was a remarkable cookie. I asked the counter
person who made the cookies and he stated that they were next door in
the Indian Bookstore attached to the coffee shop; so, we took the chance
that I could talk him out of his recipe. I found him and told him I would
swap him a superb chicken recipe for his ginger cookie recipe and we
swapped recipes. Mimi found a fellow about 6 foot three, long grey hair,
extremely thin and very peaceful looking and was discussing the Hindu
religion and he was explaining that almost every sect had similar but
different beliefs and even different deities. I had no clue; nor did she, that
her conversation with him was integral in what was to happen next. I
found a singing bowl and she found some text and we went to the counter

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where the fellow was waiting for us. He asked:”Did you find what you
were looking for.” To which I flippantly said “actually I found everything
except what I was looking for.” He inquired “what is it?” I told him about
the drawing and my search and he stated.” Well, I am an ancient India
symbologist by trade; let me see the drawing.” I took it out and he
immediately knew what it was. Instead of an insect; it was a formation of
ashes that this tiny sect/village would smear on their foreheads as their
religious symbol back eons ago and was only used by them. So now; not
only had I had my life altered by past life regression; I had experienced
undeniable universal consciousness; led to an Indian Symbolist by a
terribly wounded lady who was probably the only one in the world who
could have inadvertently led us to our destination. Mimi and I were both
blown away and that is a gross understatement.
Since that day; we have become friends with Dr. Weiss and Carole and
communicate with them. When I received my terminal diagnosis I wrote
him a note thanking him for opening my eyes and being friends to Linda
and I. He took time from his schedule to call two or three times and
discuss and answer any questions I might have and to give insight into his
experience and how it all plays out. I can say that if we had never met he
and Carole; I would have entered this phase of existence and exit, with
trepidation and some fear. While I am somewhat saddened by it all; I can
say without a doubt that I fully understand it and have no fear at all. Time
is relative and we form soul groups that move with us from lifetime to
lifetime. I might be your brother in this one or your mother in the next; or a
close friend that was with me in the previous existence. The entire goal is
to evolve, not repeat mistakes and grow to being a better person. At some
juncture, you get to chose whether or not to come back or not; having
reached a point of knowing what you need to know and doing what you
have needed to do: spiritual enlightenment I guess you could say, without
pretense and definitely without judgement. You accept that each
individual is on their own path; is at their own stage of evolution and
development and does not need to conform to your expectations; no
disappointments. It is a lot more challenging than I would have ever
thought; but a lot more rewarding as well.
I am sitting here recounting this in hopes that it will do someone; anyone,
some good and to make sure my children know where I was at and where
I will be. I am also in contact every day with an entity called Indra’s net
which requires that I communicate with it and share information about

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what the human condition entails. You cannot ask it for anything; rather, it
is a store house in the sky that accumulates information. As an offshoot of
this; I have provided Mimi with a set of hand gestures which she can use
to communicate with me between the time I leave and the time that she
arrives back into my soul group as will my family and friends. It is all the
blink of an eyes and as one finds out their mortality; it moves much
quicker; so, the time that she has left will transpire and find us re united
albeit in a different format. It is of immense comfort and all brought about
by being negligent in keeping up with my CEUs; enduring what I perceived
to be craziness; stumbling in on DR Weiss and Carole, being forced by
Mimi to stick it out (something she has always been a force for),
experiencing an undeniable universal consciousness, booking a non
functional Reiki session, asking about a coffee shop and being led to an
Indian symbologist. There are no coincidences; no happenstance; just
signs everywhere for anyone who is open to them. I am grateful to have
had this existence and look forward to shooting up through the universe
and having even more questions answered there before the next time
round. I will see you all again and wish for you to take comfort in it as I do.
As a side note; I used to get irritated at those who seemingly rote would
say “have a blessed day”. I now understand just how blessed my days
have been. One last clarification; If given a choice to come back or not; it
is important to note that we may chose to come back to be involved in
growth and learning for someone else; if not yourself.
Love to all; Scruffy August 19, 2023

I must note here that I owe MiMi; Dr. Weiss and Carole an eternal debt for Mimi’s tenacity throughout my wandering and varied existence and Dr. Weiss and Carole for their interest in someone who late in life; completely by surprise, found out how clueless he was.

On a crisp and gray October evening among the decades overgrowth,
Stands a rather precariously leaning remnant of a fortress old.
As gray as the day it faces perhaps like one when battles raged
An elapsing salute to the permenance of on decision testifies to nameless brave.
Slots where rifles aimed at ready toward those with a different cause.
Bringing sudden truths to bear as those inside and outside fall.
Here though the time has passed in this glade a voice is heard.
As earthen mortar turns to dust and once great beams return to earth.
I had meaning in my time an urgency a mission true,
I stood against the tides of battle while those within, those without paid due.
I watched the seasons come and go and saw my reason altered there
To serve as shelter, solace, home, for
And now upon this winter day face to face our worn souls meet,
You gleaning from my withered structure how much time is left to me.
I perceive your soul is much like mine, battle weary, earth use done,
Now longing for some future rebirth before the setting of each sun.
We will once again stand strong and shelter those within our walls
We will turn into lifes fray when others fear their fall,
We know from whence we came and our long part in scripted plan,
But in this glade here, weary, tired, suffice it that we both still stand.

Transition is a word adopted by hospice as an alternate to death; a less
stark; shocking and brutal word but not the last that will be used as we
distance ourselves from the inevitable.
Our weakness becomes our modus operandi. Shunned as a child; beaten
as a child, loved as a child; our entire lives become a default to that
setting; either seeking what cannot be replicated or believing that all things
are replications. That any action, failure, disappointment, etc. are living
proof of what existed or more clearly; what we perceived as having
existed.
Depending on the severity of the action or perception; even the slightest
bump in the road can become a canyon; much less a real disruption or
tragedy.. Sadly; others who are experiencing the same dynamics are
subjected to the actions or perceived actions of the co victim and thus set
off a chain of self fulfilling thought. What was virtually nothing becomes a
division too wide to cross; what may have been something creates
universes in between. All roads lead to the dysfunction.
Does it have to be this way?
Recognition of the catalyst and the subsequent full examination of what is
being defaulted to and why; are possible lifelines; however, the imprint is
so strong that even the conscious knowledge of what and why can be
reasoned away; creating a lasting self loathing and anger that lead to
alienation.
This material is foundational and it is possible that some medical or
physical stimulus may disrupt the process sufficient to render the
individual and thus any relationship contaminated by the process;
salvageable. Left to ones on devices; knowing and doing may be near
impossible.
Daily thought may also become reinforcement to the negative as a subset
of destructive thought that serves the cumulative subconscious or
conscious goal.
It is worth examining by interview as to the potential for self harm during
this process and noting the difference between days and hours that spike
and recede.

Of interest; one may know the way out and not take it; for reasons that
even they cannot explain. Simple steps, gestures, honest emotions;
hidden away or disregarded in favor of the process.

Before the setting of the moon yet fore the Sun may rise again;
a pale light bathes the brief stilled land, a light that neither one may claim.
Lasting less than half the hour, it holds for all both loss and gain,
and in that window, past and present, dwells enigma; constant change.
The mouse that scurries to his nest, may grasp the nigh
None may know, but all will share, transition from the then to next,
some grasping frantic, frightened, lonely, some praying for a heartbeat left.

Theory of Irrelativity
Irrelativity is a highly refined term set forth in my research in to non existence. One
may not say for instance “that is irrelative” nor would it be proper to say “that is not
relevant” as a synonym for irrelativity; rather, it would be possible to perceive
irrelativity as a state of irrelevance but only if accepting that the concept being
discussed did not in fact exist and by not existing could not be relative to the
research or discussion.
What follows in this treatise will be an overview of the Theory and its various facets.
There are exceptions to the Theory of Irrelativity; however, they cause the premise
to expand rather than contract and create a state of disconnect in which only
Irrelativity can exist.
Exception One: Fantasy
In the normal or real assertion of relativity, one can determine by preponderance of
the evidence at hand or in more heady matters, through detailed analysis or
research, that the assertion is indeed relative or not relative; however, in fantasy,
wherein the rules of normalcy or reality are tweaked to suit the thoughts of the
asserting party, Irrelativity can be the only finding by rational means. In other
words, that which was asserted is not relevant, not because it has no meaningful
correlation to reality; but rather, because it does not exist in reality.
Exception Two: Naming the Un named
By act of naming the state of Irrelativity, it takes on a pseudo existence; not one that
may be compared to reality or used in argument against another concept; rather, in
name alone. As example, the deluded assertion could be made that a pink rhino with
five horns and wings of fire was descending from the sky to alter the worlds path of
declination into moral depravity. This concept upon its assertion would be deemed
“Irrelative”; not because it does not render a fine visual or because it would not be
good for us all; rather, because it is non existent.
Recall if you will how long it took for Black Holes to become accepted as more than a
concept; now, they are perceived by some to threaten our very existence. Next, read
the book of Revelations wherein winged horses, raging characters, multiple headed
beings, et al sit ready to end time. There is little need for discussion on debunking
this paradigm as a large number of the worlds religious community notes it as
gospel (no pun intended).
Irrelativity may also be used in the social paradigm. As example, politicians have
platforms, we all accept this as so. What we are unaware of, to the politicians glee, is
the fact that the “platform” in many cases is “Irrelative” in other words, it does not
exist. I am not asserting that any politician is anywhere near capable of discovering
the Theory of Irrelativity; no, I am stating that the relationship is much like that of

the surfer who rides the wave with no inclination as to the origin or science behind
that moving mountain of water. What the politicians and more to the case, their
masters have done is recognize that by asserting the “Irrelative”, rational argument
against their position is futile. You cannot effectively argue against that which does
not exist.
Politicians and those of their ilk are adept at taking the “Irrelevant” and holding it
out as an entity, boon or threat, as real as the sudden stop at the end of a fall from
outer space wherein the astronaut has been unable to re enter his space ship and
has been sucked into the gravitational pull of earth and has plummeted at 600
thousand miles per hour to the surface of earth. Note, that all of the sudden, you
just now made the visual leap to the space paradigm. It did not happen, you don’t
know anyone that it has happened to; however, my tapping into your imaginative
recall made it possible and with a little further tweaking, it could become probable
and with a little more tweaking, real.
There is a danger beyond reality in the manipulation of the “Irrelative”. First and
foremost, the scheme we have just created and any other that we could create,
though “Irrelative” can become the subject of mass fantasy; no where is this more
evident than in religion and/or politics. Please be careful to note that this Theory
has absolutely no cynicism intended nor any political or religious affiliations nor
intent to deride; rather, it is the examination of a state of non existence and how that
non existence can be used for good or evil. The true value herein is in the caution it
should bring to the rational mind.
We must stop here and recognize the difference between hope, history, reality and
“Irrelativity”. There is nothing at all wrong with hoping for a certain religious
outcome and we do not need to assert fact or fiction; rather, we may cite faith and
continue forward. Irrelativity would come into play only when we assert our faith;
thus belief, into something real. Now, I would expect a religious backlash and title of
heretic and non believer to be tossed in from various organized religions; however,
you would be arguing or preaching as it were to the choir. The difference between
relevance and Irrelativity is that while I believe in my religion, I will not embrace any
concept preached in association that harms others, that upholds class distinction,
that causes war and famine. Do you see the difference? The religion may be based
in historical foundation, it may have occurred, the Saviour from whatever your
religion may have actually existed and walked the earth; I believe that mine did.
What happened subsequently was much like the example given earlier. A man or
group of men, seeking power and control drew upon the Irrelevant and made it real.
The teachings that would for instance save us all are coupled with the Irrelevant or
non existent and become one whole and misguided message which can in the end
only benefit those making the assertion.