Foxy may you have peace and confidence in the Creator who has given you this life.

The real person is the character that defines you as a person. Your physical presence in history has all been recorded in light years in the universe that is visible for ever, it is a shadow of your existence if we only had a time machine that could view the past light years.

However one's DNA is passed on to children, but that does not define the real person, as two children of the same parents can be totally different in attitudes, actions, personality, and character. However your own DNA will not survive into eternity, it is part of the decaying chemistry of the earth.

What will survive is not chemical it is spiritual, it is the spirit that displays the pure character we all would admire. That spirit is God! Any person who fails to recognise, admire and desire the true character of God is lost from any future heavenly exhaltation, and for them it is spiritual darkness.

Dear Hoellebecq,

To each his own. To one - it's
grandiose postering - to another
it's giving up wordly
orientation. Because in order to
be happy, we must become bigger than
the wordly self. But I realize
that it's a phenomenal challenge to
do that, because the world does not
support this kind of expansion.

Dear One under God,

I love reading your posts.
It's taken me a while to get used to your
style - but I enjoy them very much.

Dear Examinator,

I appreciate what your saying and respect
your opinion. As I've said previously -
you are a challenge.

Dear Philo,

I appreciate your positivity. And your
heartfelt words.

As I've written in the past - spirituality
is an inner fire, a mystical sustenance that
feeds our souls. The mystical journey drives
us into ourselves, to a sacred flame at our
center.

*Some have more choices and opportunities than others, but this idea of 'purpose' is rubbish. It's an excuse to conform to what others want.*

Actually not so Houllie, for your purpose can be what you decide it
to be, no matter what others want or think. Work can even be
play, if you are doing what you are passionate about and people pay
you for it.

Look around you, those who have found what they think is their
purpose, are often happiest. The bloke who plugs away at his project,
or book, or stamp collection or whatever gives him joy to get up in
the morning. Yup some feel joy (its all brain chemistry) by helping
others, but purpose can be whatever floats your boat.

I get a huge buzz from what I do on the land for instance. Just
last night I was watching the lambs in the feedlot area, they were
playing games, full of energy and were jumping over the water trough
as they chased each other. It was the cutest thing to watch!

Now those lambs will one day land up as lamb chops, but that simply
does not matter. What matters is the animals in my care are happy
and clearly enjoying their lives!

That matters to me personally, but what others think of that, frankly
I really don't care lol.

So I think your interpretation of purpose is kind of limited.

Maybe this is a strange post.
But I truly think it is needed, not to rehash some behavior I saw as un called for.
But to explain to some the nature of Foxys illness.
Foxy you not unlike me, use th site to learn and share.
In no way ever do I wish to offend.
But in reading the thread I searched for this morning we all can learn.
Stay with us my Friend.
The thread in which Foxy told us th nature f her illness a posted on 1/3/2008
Its title
Good by farair well auf wiederwsen so long.
Take the time to read and understand , and can some one with more time find that thread bout post death life, ghosts,it was long and interesting, if I knew who posed it?
must rush

Hi Foxy,
I too hope the health scare you had was just a glitch, and many years of this life remain (a blessing or a curse?).
I don't "believe" in anything, per se, because belief closes the mind. But I don't think we begin to understand consciousness. True we are just one of millions of species on the planet, but we're also unique in terms of that property of mind. I suspect there's something besides this life, rather than nothing, though what that is I have no idea; nor do I think I'll ever have any idea, so I'm not concerned.
What we have here, in my view, is a you-beaut rip-roaring mystery!
How can we draw any conclusions from what we (think) know, when what we don't know is possibly an order of magnitude greater?
I think it's great that our lives are genuinely mysterious (whether we acknowledge it or not). Life would be bleak indeed if it were existentially transparent. But it's not!

Some of us have had out of body dying experiences. When I was 12 years old I had a severe bout of measels and was roasting with high fever. I can remember my whole body felt compressed by a pins and needles sensation and I was screaming at my mother who was washing my head in ice water, "turn of the lights". It was the middle of the day and she kept reassuring me the lights were not on, but I insisted they were. I began fighting the ceiling as I looked down on my sweaty body lying in the bed, where I saw my mother crying and still bathing my head with ice packs. I then fell into a deep sleep to awake and find I was lying in a soaked bed