Now that I am questioning the entire issue of God, who knows what I might 'believe in' later. UFO's? Hey, why not? Actually, I have never dismissed it entirely. Who knows what God is up to? If there is one. . .I always figured there was more to the universe than I will ever understand. I have decided not to close my mind to possibilities. I doubt I will dwell on it though. . . I have Scottish Presbyterian ancestors-which precludes my ability to take things like flying saucers terribly seriously.
I *am* the one, though, that my dad told, "having an open mind is a fine thing, but don't open it so much that your brain falls out." Which probably tells you I have always been a little more fanciful than those pragmatic Scots would perhaps approve of. I used to have this 'sleep paralysis' thing though, and it definitely made me realize that life wasn't quite as cut and dried as you think it is when you are 8 years old. That is a freaky thing to experience and makes one wonder what else is possible. Plus, one of my favorite movies is "Somewhere In Time". I also think I am a teensy bit psychic-my brother called it psychotic:) Sometimes I have very good instincts in any case.
Has anyone else ever gone from a bland, non political, black/white, oatmeal-like JW to this person who realizes life is like a explosion at Rhodda? Filled with color and unexpected pattern and messiness? Where some things can't be explained and it doesn't even matter if you have all the answers anymore? You are just so glad you are finally allowed to ask the questions!