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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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I can’t wrap my head around it. An old soul choosing to incarnate into this chaos, only to have its light extinguished before it even had a chance to glow. I pace the room, trying to step outside the rage boiling within me, trying to make sense of the senseless. But how do you rationalize the irrational? How do you fix problems woven into the very fabric of our humanity?
I reach for the dab rig and inhale deeply, letting the vapor fill my lungs—a fleeting escape from a reality too harsh to face head-on. The haze doesn’t clear my mind, but it slows the whirlwind of thoughts just enough. As the world blurs at the edges, a question surfaces: Maybe the infant didn’t come here for this. Maybe I did.
That infant soul didn’t come here for this—we didn’t come here for this. Yet here we are, tangled in a web of our own apathy and disconnection. I want to scream, to shake the world by its shoulders and demand change. But instead, I sit down and write, hoping words can be the spark that ignites the transformation we’ve all been waiting for.
It’s a long shot, but maybe—just maybe—we can start to mend the fractures that divide us. We owe it to ourselves. We owe it to that child. Humanity, it’s time to wake up. Time to be better.
I can’t wrap my head around it. An old soul choosing to incarnate into this chaos, only to have its light extinguished before it even had a chance to glow. I pace the room, trying to step outside the rage boiling within me, trying to make sense of the senseless. But how do you rationalize the irrational? How do you fix problems woven into the very fabric of our humanity?
I reach for the dab rig and inhale deeply, letting the vapor fill my lungs—a fleeting escape from a reality too harsh to face head-on. The haze doesn’t clear my mind, but it slows the whirlwind of thoughts just enough. As the world blurs at the edges, a question surfaces: Maybe the infant didn’t come here for this. Maybe I did.
That infant soul didn’t come here for this—we didn’t come here for this. Yet here we are, tangled in a web of our own apathy and disconnection. I want to scream, to shake the world by its shoulders and demand change. But instead, I sit down and write, hoping words can be the spark that ignites the transformation we’ve all been waiting for.
It’s a long shot, but maybe—just maybe—we can start to mend the fractures that divide us. We owe it to ourselves. We owe it to that child. Humanity, it’s time to wake up. Time to be better.
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