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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

One of probably more people adversely affected by the fireside

When I said to many people in private that this fire side would be a mistake...I received responses like "Naaaaa, at least they are talking about it!" This is just the conversation between me, and a kid who went, who two hours later said "I choose to be straight, It is a choice."
(Warning extreme levels of ignorance, and bad grammar on his part, may cause a drop in IQ)

(ME)

Hello ------, I was referred to you by a friend, and If you are interested, I can direct you to an online database called the "MoHo Blogisphere" It is a collection of Mo, as in mormon, Ho as in homosexuals, who write, and read about people in a similar situation. The great thing about this collection of blogs, is that it is not one sided, there are men, like you, that seem to be choosing to go the path of MOM (Mixed Orientation Marriages), there are those who are in them, and there are those that have left them. Also in attendance is a whole bushel of other circumstances. Here is the link, if you would like to look at it, and If you want to talk, I have allot of insight in the matter.

http://mohodirectory.blogspot.com/

I am also a homosexual, and If you could keep that in confidence, I would appreciate it. My parents have forbidden me from coming out until I graduate. I have been in the situation you would like to go into, and can give some help, from practical experience. I am a little biased, but I know both the sides. Have a great day, and ignore this message if you would like. It is your choice ------, and it always will be.
(HIM)

Heres the thing. Im not gay anymore nor do i ever want to be. I dont like being gay and im turning my life around. Im joing the church again and im gonna become a faithful memeber to the LDS religion. Im not gay so please dont act like i am
(ME)
Haha, okay. Thats fine, the thing is that there are many people on the blogs doing the exact same thing. You would be very conceded to think that you are unique in this instance, or that you can't use a little help. Homosexuality, no matter what you seem to think, is not removable it is a recessive genetic gene. I spent 8 years praying for it to go away...Obviously didn't work. I am not trying to "Re-Gay" you or anything, just saying you are not alone, and it is not possible in the way you would like to think. Seriously...who do you think you are? If you think you are the man who will finally "beat" homosexuality, than good luck...but it doesn't work that way.
(HIM)
Actually it does you havent had enough faith. It is not a gene it is an orientation. It seriously is not genetic. BUt you can think that and go on in disbeleif. We are not born gay god would not do that to us. I dont need help from that site and i dont care to look into it. I got gods help and the scriptures and i can be fixed. Also if it was genetic god would still be able to fix it cause he is the creator of all and he has the power to do so. So whatever you beleif god can still change it no matter what. But i do not belive in that way i think its just an orientation and nothing more. Im not gay im straight i like girls and i dont believe in that kind of lifestyle. Dont try to tell me otherwise i know what im like i know what i feel and i definatley do not like guys at all. Im not gay.
(Me)
Really, because you are fit to judge my faith? You are obviously an imbecile, who has never heard of the Human Genome Project where they proved that homosexuality is a genetic thing, like green or brown eyes. You can argue with science, but it just makes you look even more stupid than your piss poor grammar does Have a nice life jackass, and when your Mixed Orientation Marriage falls apart like many of them do...Hope you have fun with divorce, and child support. And even if god could change me...I would never take it, I am happy, and I know who I am.

Needless to say I was very displeased with the religious assumptions, and indoctrination that is apparent in even this Non-Mormon.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A fascinating Theory

I am not sure if any of you have read, or seen this before, But I thought it was completely fascinating, and worth sharing. So...Enjoy!

"You were on your way home when you died.


It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.


And that's when you met me.


"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"


"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words.


"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."


"Yup." I said.


"I... I died?"


"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies." I said.


You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"


"More or less," I said.


"Are you god?" You asked.


"Yup." I replied. "I'm God."


"My kids... my wife," you said.


"What about them?"


"Will they be alright?"


"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is your family. That's good stuff right there."


You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a a grammar school teacher than the almighty.


"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved." "To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."


"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"


"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."


"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."


"All the religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."


You followed along as we strolled in the void. "Where are we going?"


"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."


"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter?"


"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."


I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."


"You've been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point doing that between each life."


"How many times have I been reincarnated then?"


"Oh, lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."


"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"


"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."


"Where you come from?" You pondered.


"Oh, sure!" I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there's others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there but you honestly won't understand."


"Oh." You said, a little let down. "But wait, if I get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?"


"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan, you don't even know its happening."


"So what's the point of it all?"


"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"


"Well, it's a reasonable question." You persisted.


I looked in your eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."


"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"


"No. Just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect."


"Just me? What about everyone else?"


"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you, and me."


You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on Earth..."


"All you. Different incarnations of you."


"Wait. I'm everyone!?"


"Now you're getting it." I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.


"I'm every human who ever lived?"


"Or who will ever live, yes."


"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"


"And you're John Wilkes Booth." I added.


"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.


"And you're the millions he killed."


"I'm Jesus?"


"And you're everyone who followed him."


You fell silent.


"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."


"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"


"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."


"Whoa." You said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"


"No. Not yet. You're a fetus You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born." 


"So the whole universe," you said. "It's just..."


"An egg of sorts." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."


And I sent you on your way.


By Anonymous.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Found ya'

Bravone is a silly guy, we ended up figuring out who each other is via FB and Blogging. I think It ended up being one of the funniest, and most odd Experiences ever...Here is why:

At first I thought he was someone else, someone that I had taken a class with in school a while back...That ended up not being the case! After complaining about some of "Our" ignorant class mates and letting him know that I had never crushed on him, or anything like that. Then after finding out a few min. later that he was 30ish years my senior...my surety in his identity sure did change!...Ohhh The joy's of the Internet!

Thank you Bravone for the odd...yet humorous situation that ended with me only making a HUGE fool of myself...

Isn't being found out SO much worse that telling others? I have found that to be 100% true...

-BHG

Saturday, June 12, 2010

My exceptionally harsh rebuttal...(Too much?...)

This is what I said in dispute of a post by Andy Foree...Needless to say I was quite furious... http://keeptreadingwater.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-happily-ever-after.html

"I am sorry, I know that I don't know you very well but I feel impressed to say this.

Do what you feel is right; no matter what others define as right. You are your own person and should not be influenced by outside forces. (even though this message may seem influential) You are obviously at a cross road and it seems to me like you are taking the easy route. Now before you get angry, allow me to explain. It is not easy in the obvious sense. Why it is easy, is because it involves NO risk, you will never have your heart broken, your peers will respect you, your bishop will use you as an object lesson that just makes it so much harder for kids like me! It is a submission for the measly reward of sociatial approval. You playing the part of the lamb, when you could play the loin! Just because it will be easier in an overall sense, does not mean it will be worth it. You seem to, in my limited understanding of your situation, be conforming to the will of the majority. And the sentence that truly bothered me was "The decision that is right for me, my dear friends, is to follow the map that God has prepared." In ever religion I have ever heard of there have been spiritual experiences that prove to that individual that their church is correct, and with that in mind realize that the Mormon Church is only offering one road! In any map I have ever seen there is ALWAYS more than one way, or road, that leads to the eventual goal! I know, through inspiration outside of the Church, that the path I am on is right FOR ME! My path is not the path for everyone! And just like mine isn’t, neither is Uchtdorf's, or god's as you see fit to define it, the ONLY path. Sadly, only1 in 10 people will ever truly understand the part of you that you are deeming unworthy, so I advise to take the condemnation of your peers, in the church, with a grain of sugar : ). In the end, the choice you will be making is to either live your life the way you were programmed to, or to sacrifice your life for an eternity defined by those with as limited an understanding of who you are as a mountain goat. Many of the people who have helped you reach the decision you have made simply do not have the capacity to understand. Know that you may end up like many of the “MoHo's” on the "blogisphere", forty, divorced, filled with regret, bitter, and confused. (To any 40 year old “moho's” no offence meant. I just wish you had known how it would end up.) You are not the first to take the path, and you won’t be the last. But PLEASE don't throw away your life for your eternity.

(I know that you expressed desires to not try to change our minds, but I was extremely angered by the assumption in the last statement. You said "and I have never, voiced an opinion against your personal decisions for happiness." Yet, you condemn any don't follow your path as those who are not following god. The two are NOT mutually exclusive! You are not, and neither is any man but himself, fit to define "the map." I am very sorry I have gotten so heated...I am an avid debater, and what you said, though I know it was unintentional…boiled my blood, and I am very slow to anger...sorry but I just can't stand back and let you believe that such talk is not sharp, or condemning and dangerous! Many times it is the things that you don’t say that hurt the most. You spoke in a way that a year ago would have made me feel like scum, and will likely do the same to any young readers of your post. Adding your unconditional love at the end, does nothing to soften the blow of your condemnation. If your “love” for me comes with conditional approval because I have decided to follow my heart, and my soul, than please; keep it...) "

Anyone who is reading this on either side of the fence, I don't know you, you don't know me, but know this: You matter, you are more than a label, you are a friend waiting to happen! I cannot and will not say I love you, Because At this point...I probably don't even know you...haha...But I do know that I would like to know you and that if I do, I will probably end up loving you. And if you EVER want to talk just send me an email. I matter, you matter...I know that now...and if you need help seeing your own worth, well than I can, and would be delighted to help.

-BHG

Friday, June 11, 2010

My First Kiss, aka : )

So, even though there are not that many of you, I would like to share the story of my first kiss with you.

Before the first kiss you probably need some background as too what lead up to the relationship, and eventually the kiss(ing ; )

There was a guy, I had known him from school activities, and a few classes together, for now I shall call him...Asher, because I have always loved the name.

Asher was, and is a very good looking guy, in addition to his tan skin and great hair, he had my favorite thing on a guy: Facial Hair (!!!!) He is smart, dorky, and great at conversation. He also had one characteristic about him that sealed the deal. He is gay.

Sure, before the conversation in which I told him and vise versa, (and he was the first person I had ever told) I am gay, I pretty much knew he was gay. His loves Oprah, dresses well, has effeminate mannerisms, and just sent my gay-dar into a frenzy. But even with those assumptions I wasn't sure because he is closeted, before I told him I was gay I had to be sure, so the following conversation (which was so sweet you might puke...) happened.

Me: "Ummm...Asher?"
Asher: "Yea?"
Me: "Well....I have a proposition to make."
Asher: "Sure?"
Me: "I will ask you three questions, and if you answer them truthfully, I will do the same."
Asher:"Okay..."
Me: "First are you seeing anyone?"
Asher: "No"
Me: "Are you...ummm...gay?"
Asher: "....yes"
(My life got a whole lot brighter)
Me: "And third...Do you like me...?"
Asher: "...Yea"
(OMGOSH I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE)
Me: "Okay Now your turn..."
Asher: "Ditto,Ditto,Ditto"
Me: "....No....(Hardest thing I ever said)....yea....And....A whole lot."
Asher: "Ohhh"
And then He smiled, I smiled right back!

Later on in the friendship, we were hanging out in his basement, talking about random childhood stories, and facts, when again I said something than asked another question.
Me: "Voglio baciarla realmente." (I really Want to kiss you in Italian) Will you sit next to me?"
(He didn't know what that meant fully at the time, but he probably saw it in my eyes.)
He than came, tentatively, over beside me, sat down, and looked up at me.
At this point my heart was beating like a drum.
Asher: "Yea?"
I then took his glasses off slowly, leaned closer and said:
Me: " I really, really want to kiss you...and so I am going to..." (I know...rather smart ass of me ; )
We both leaned in and shared our mutual first kiss.

To those who are Homosexual, and have never kissed, or been kissed by a guy/girl, (depending on whether you are gay or lesbian) There is nothing that can compare with the feelings of joy, as well as the melting down of past insecurities that comes with the action. That one moment alone, though the relationship did end, changed my life forever. I knew at that point that throwing away my life, for the hopes of a good afterlife, was insane.

I have never been able to settle, I am more competitive that you could possibly imagine, and I could never settle for anything but love with a man. To those who have managed to "overcome" SSA, a disgusting term for a limited imagination, I don't know how you did/do it, but I wish you happiness, and though it is not my place, I encourage you to have your REAL first kiss and than decide whether it is "evil" or like I have decided, just a different type of beautiful.

(And "Asher" if you are reading this, and see anything you wish to change or tweak due to inaccuracy, let me know through email, and I will.)
-BHG

Monday, June 7, 2010

Ohhh wow...I'm floored

I just finished watching the movie "Prayers for Bobby" and WOW...So touching, I cried only once...but I wanted to many more times than that. So sad, and uplifting. It has to be one of the greatest gay rights films ever made. Here is a link to a safe website where you can watch it if you would like "Prayers for Bobby" After you watch it, if you so choose to do, feel free to let me know how hard it hit you.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Basic Q.N.A

You, as my readers, probably have questions about me and so I will do my best to answer some basic ones and any other questions you have in the form of your comments.
1. What is your favorite color? -Maroon for sure I love red and brown is great...but together, it is like citrus and cheese cake!
2. Have any pets?- Yes a love bird named URB (pronounced like herb) it is an acronym for Un-Ripe-Bananas because, being a peach faced love bird, it is roughly the same color. A puppy named Frodo because it is short and has hairy feet...And a cat, who is evil.
3. What do you look like? -Perv's I'm underage! (Just joking) Blond with curly long(ish) blond hair, slim(not rail thin or anything crazy like that), blue eyes, full lips, and pale, but healthy looking skin, and a very nice chin...if I do say so myself...
4. What is your favorite food?- Hardest question ever asked to me...Mannicottie avec sause de fromage et alfrodo/ Fresh baked french bread (NOT the WAL-Mart kind...) with Bree, Havarti, or good Gouda/ Red Robin steak fries (My (no longer) hidden weakness) and many other tasty dishes...
5. Favorite animal?-....as lame as it sounds...Pterodactyl!
6. Favorite thing to do?- Surf/ reading a good book. Both when it is raining. (surfing in rain is amazing, and the sound of rain while reading is SO calming it should be illegal.)
7. Favorite Broadway play/musical? WICKED 100%, no doubt, and two thumbs WAAAAAY up!
8. Fondest memory? Lying on the bottom of the pool I had in florida staring up at the stars when the water was completly still, I was breathing from a scuba tank and stayed there until I almost ran out of air.
9. YOUR TURN

Ignorance...bliss? Or Bitch?

Ignorance…bliss? Or Bitch?

What happens when we label someone? Does it help define them…does it make them easier to understand? Does identifying them and stereotyping them help us appreciate others as people, or does it just lessen us, and those we define or those who define others and themselves? When looking at this issue there are, like all issues, to vastly different takes on the same “cup of tea.” Here is how I look at it-

As I have said earlier in my blog, I believe that of all the problems and causes for regret in the world, Ignorance is the worst. When thinking of Ignorance, the term “Ignorance is bliss” often comes to mind. This phrase is true in the most simple of aspects, but in reality what may start as bliss, and may shine like a summer’s day, can go from bliss, to bitch. In my own life this has been realized many, many times. So…throughout this blog post I will use an analogy:

You are on a cliff, it isn’t very high and is jutting over a deep but serene river…flowing lazily along as if rolling over in a gentle slumber. It is wonderfully warm outside and you are really content with how great the sun feels on your skin…but you really want to jump in the water because you can see it is calm and inviting, giggling you realize how clean the water looks and how much it resembles your bath tub. You have never been in the river but…what’s the worst that could happen? So you jump…and one of two things might happen

First- Like the wall of an igloo, the river is bitingly cold and hard as ice. Moments after you enter the water, all you can coherently think is…Breath.

Second-Like a blanket fresh from the dryer, the river enfolds you in its welcoming, if a bit wet, depths.

Now as to how this analogy helps explain the philosophy of labeling. Often in our lives we make judgments, most of these almost instantly, without even really thinking. These judgments affect our lives and can, and should, constantly shift. Just because we have a bad hair day doesn’t mean we need to be self conscious for the rest of our lives, we should live in the moment, but understanding the moment may make…well…the moment, a whole hell of a lot better. Now, even though there only seemed like one choice: Jump or don’t jump, there were many other options that could have been taken so as to avoid the first scenario or to insure the second. For example: if it has to do with the human race or the Earth there has to be an “I-phone app.” for the situation. Sure, I don’t have it, but a random rivers guide that would tell you the depth, average temperature, and likelihood of any dangers or water tension has to be out there somewhere. Not only that, you could test the water, call a friend or family member who knows how to deal with it, or if you are desperate enough…use BING.COM!!!!! (Familiar Jingle) The first…DECISION ENGINE! *GASP.* Outside of the sarcasm likely oozing from your computer screen, I am hoping the point is being made clear. Though Ignorance can be bliss it can also hurt like no other. Often it is not only physically. In my own life, this has been painfully illustrated many a time.

When I first moved from my sheltered life in Utah to Florida, some years back, I remember defining Florida in one word…hell. (And I NEVER swore…before that…I know (!) big day for me *smirk.*) After I started to experiment and “open up” to Florida, I found that the beach called to me like a siren’s song, that Cuban food is DELICIOUS, that dandelion’s weren’t the only type of “weed”(…only second hand…smoke (?)…in my case), that black people are amazing dancers, as well as great people (not just Gangsters), and sadly, but eventually necessarily, what true evil is. True evil isn’t saying naughty words like the sheltered Idahoans I live near and work with seem to think. It is watching from the chain link fence of you middle school, and seeing someone get shot down in cold blood, his “woman” get up and scream only to have her cry answered with a bullet and the criminals run away…Maybe that’s why as funny as I am…I have never fit in, in Idaho… My ignorance was shattered and people here don’t like to have their obviously delusional fantasies of a human race crushed. At the end of my time in Florida I had a million words to describe it but in this case one word could describe it, that being home.

As you may have realized I am not a person given over to pity parties or hissy fits and obviously loath labels I will explain the last part.

Since I was a very young kid, I have always been much slimmer than my older brothers…(who annoy me to distraction)…and my parents, being the typical middle class type that they are, (aka the frugal kind) decided a hand-me-down policy was just “The cat’s meow.” (Which they still say…is it still the 50’s? if so I must have missed something and me typing on a computer is obviously a hallucination…) The problem was, as explained earlier, they were so much bigger than me and none of the clothes ever fit properly. In the same was as 1 shirt doesn’t fit all, neither does 1 label. I refuse to be defined as MOHO, or as gay, or as white, because that is a god-awful phrase and 2 words, and in no way can those sum me up. As far as MOHO is concerned…yes I have a religious MO background but I am, if you have glanced at my blog, far from Mormon. As far as gay goes, yes I am a homosexual but I don’t fit almost any of the stereotypes, besides dressing well, liking to dance, being a terrific actor ;- ) , and chick flicks I don’t share many stereotypical traits. As far as effeminate goes…I like fishing, nature, biking, cooking (not sure if that is a gay thing yet…haha), all sports (besides football…sorry too stupid in my opinion…), and I am super competitive…in everything…And about white…sure you haven’t seen me but you will eventually if you read up on this blog for 3 months when I am “Allowed” to come out…but White is a silly way to describe me…I have hips like Shakira, and lips that are red but the size of black lips (sorry to stereotype to any black readers…but damn you all seem to have HUGE lips…haha no offence meant, and I happen to share that trait.)I am a go-getter, beyond blunt, a hopeless romantic who just wants a manly man, who happens to be gay, to carry me away into a New York loft, or San Fran., loves soccer, makes great food, a neat freak!, an avid bird collector (only 1 at the moment: (. a huge cuddler, and a person. That is why; when someone calls me gay I don’t get angry because I am ashamed that I am gay, I am just so infuriated that someone thinks that they can adequately define me in one word.

In many situations you will be seemingly forced to choose between looking at a jolly old man with a child on his lap and seeing Santa (!)…or seeing a child molester (…) because in all likely-hood one of the two could adequately sum up one characteristic of that old man…I offer a different solution to difining that person as just Santa or just a child molester. Pick which one you will, Santa, or child molester but realize that they are so much more than just a label, that they may be Santa but may be dieting and pissed as hell that they have to give little Timmy-two-teeth an I-Phone with super special river apps(!) But that he is not just Santa. Also remember like I seem to, the third or fourth time I have met someone that first impressions are almost always wrong.

Returning to the analogy of the river, I, knowing the person I am, would jump in the water no matter what. But also on the flip-side would strongly recommend testing the water. If you know the risks you are not in ignorance and though you might be sacrificing the bliss you will also avoid the bitch.

-Sincerely

BHG

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Step off the stage- My religion

My view of religion…
Though it may seem strange for a young guy to say, due to my life experiences I have, sort of invented my own religion…Before you leave this blog screaming “SPAWN OF_______
(Insert evil deity here)
It isn’t the Pastafarian level of crazy…(If you are Pastafarian….sorry…but you are nuts… : )
My religion is like this…

Any religion that brings you closer to god is the one you should be in, that there is no “True Church”, and that all religions that teach correct principles and bring you closer to God are correct (FOR YOU). Now here is the reason why… I have been to Catholic, Lutheran, Methodist, Mormon, Baptist, even Hindu religious meetings and in every religion where I met people who practiced the religion they all had three things in common.

1. All of them were utterly convinced that their religion was the ONLY true one. Statistically that means, outside of Catholic and Hindu, incredibly minuscule percentages of the human race would ever have a chance to get to each religion’s effective heaven. Why would a God, who in most cases professes to love mankind, only allow or give a golden star of approval to 0.002% of the human race (this being the Mormon percentage, seeing as most people who see my blog probably are Mormon…gota’ love the MoHo directory…) to receive the title of the “Only true Church” may I remind you, all churches, however divinely acknowledged are institutions created by man and ran by man, and thus prone to human faults and errors.

2. The ultimate objective of a moral person is to become the best they can be, not just fit into the category of “Devout _____.” ( ______ obviously standing for religious title)

3. I personally believe that indoctrination of any sort destroys free thinking and forces upon children and eventual adults either conformity or societal disproval. When others tell us things like “My church is true, my church is true…..ect” from the time we are aware of our own existence, we are forever lessened and less ourselves.

I think it is high-time that people STEP OFF THE STAGE there is only one part you can ever be happy playing, and that is yourself. There are Billions of people playing ignorant and close-minded religious frantic. Please, dear reader, don’t be defined by others, and be yourself….no one else is playing the part and everyone else is taken. Who knows? Maybe your part is the lead role? Audition to find out-
(Auditions being held at every moment of your life in every place you will ever go)
-Sincerely, BHG

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