I get angry at people. Imagine my feelings on the world. Pretty Good, actually. It's the part human, part instinct people that make me black and blue. Including me.
Be honest, be true. Otherwise, guilt will come and mess you up royally. I can only do this in spiritual form. In human form, my mouth and instincts give me a hard time.
Thoughts written in words. What would be the best? The one. God. May be?
You can be true and honest over here. In written thoughts and words. If you find your words to be false, you can always correct or delete them. In the beginning, the words can be about doing good. After we do that, we can do more.
After death? I forgot. May be. I know there is After Death, though.
Now, do you really want your body? It's nice, but you know.
I like listening to Jackson Browne's The Barricades Of Heaven and These Days. Music is a part of God, remember? So are you. Remember thought mirrors? So that we can see ourselves?
More long term memory means you can solve more longer time problems? Yes? If you stick with invariable truths?
May be I worry too much. But what do I do for five years?
In the mean times, thank God for letting me use The Word. God's Words.
Now, what if every one wrote down their thoughts like me? A little bit every day or other day. Is that too big a sacrifice?
If you are alone being a good spirit, you are with God. If you are with people, depends on the people. God shows up in my thoughts. And some people, some times. God is always there, but depending on the people and me, hard to see.
