28 March, 2015

Is God Undefinable?

Xenophanes of Colophon
Xenophanes of Colophon
On a previous post I asked Where is God? Here's a response.

Where is God?

God is everywhere. God is in heaven and God is on earth. God is in every place where there is joy. God is in every place where there is beauty. God is in every place where there is love?

Can we see God?

No, not yet. God is so different from us that we can't see Him with our eyes. Some day, in heaven, we will see him face to face. When we look at our father and our mother who love one another and their children, we see something of the way God loves and takes care of his children.

With respect to the writer that doesn't answer the question for me. If anything it raises even more questions.

In the 6th century BC Xenophanes wrote:

"The Ethiopians say that their gods are snubnosed and blackskinned and the Thracians that theirs are blye-eyed and red-haired.

If only oxen and horses had hands and wanted to draw with their hands or to make the works of art that men make, then horses would draw the figures of their gods like horses, and oxen like oxen, and would make their bodies on the model of their own."

Therefore, even 2600 years ago, it was realised that man makes God in his own image. So how can we ever describe God?  God must surely be more than we can possibly imagine and is therefore undefinable. Or perhaps you disagree.

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27 March, 2015

The Ghostly Sales Assistant

Harrods London

Here's a tale about the famous London store, Harrods, and a ghostly sales assistant.

"Many years ago my wife and I had finished decorating our small flat in Greenwich, South London. The only item we were still searching for was a bedspread.

One Saturday morning, we visited the Harrods bedding department. Right there as we walked in was the absolute perfect bedspread at a cost of £80. This was thirty years ago, so heaven knows what the cost would be today.

A foreign sales assistant, possibly Italian, was so helpful in explaining what a lovely item it was, although she agreed 'it was a lot of money'. She suggested that we go and have a coffee upstairs and think about it, which we did.

We made the decision to purchase the bedspread but the assistant was nowhere to be seen. As she had been so helpful, we decided to return to the store a little later to give the same assistant the sale, in case she had been on commission.

On our return, there were two other sales assistants standing by the till in conversation. My wife and I asked them if 'the Italian sales lady was available'.

To our astonishment, the reply was: 'I'm really sorry to tell you, but she passed away a year ago to the day ... and we were just talking about her.'

We never said anything but we did purchase the bedspread.

The bedspread is long gone now. However, before it was disposed of a small piece was cut from the end and framed as a reminder of what happened.

I still have the item in my possession."

~ Paul Caragati

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26 March, 2015

Where Is God?


I was talking to a couple of Jehovah Witnesses and I asked them where God was. The older of the couple looked upwards and made a gesture with his hands, again upwards. He did this without thinking, and then tried to give me another answer.

Wondering where God is, first puzzled me when in my teens. At the time I thought I had the answer and wrote a poem about it - a poor poem I might add, but despite my embarrassment here it is.

The Search

I've looked everywhere to see your face,
To feel the glow of your grace.
I've searched all the countries far and wide,
Delved everywhere looking from each side.
I've mingled with the Church congregation
Of this and every other nation.

But still my soul it felt alone,
Until I found by chance your home.
I looked within and there I saw
The open entrance to your door.

For I am you and your are me.
Not only the blind cannot see.

Okay, I said it wasn't very good! But I think, by chance, I had hit the right note, even if a bit out of tune. What made me think about all of this was because of the Jehovah Witnesses reaction to my question, and also because shortly after the visit I opened a book by chance - as I often do - and came across the following,

"... the brain can only answer barren words, whereas the spirit answers with ravishing experience of internal illumination ... mystical concentration will receive increasing confirmation of the truth of man's divinity by his own experience. Books and Bibles will begin to lose their authority as he begins to find his own.

God is His own best interpreter. Find the god in your own heart and you will understand by direct intuition what all the great teachers, real mystics, true philosophers and inspired men have been trying to tell you by the tortuous method using words.

There is ... one way to discover who we really are. That way is to pass from the outer to the inner, from being busy with a multitude of external activities to being busy with a single internal activity of the mind.

St.Augustine soliloquises thus: 'I, Lord, went wandering like a strayed sheep, seeking Thee with anxious reasoning without, whilst thou wast within me ... I went round the streets and squares of the city of this world seeking thee; and I found thee not, because in vain I sought without for him, who was within my self.'"

~ The Secret Path by Dr Paul Brunton

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25 March, 2015

The Ghostly Voice Led To A Significant Number Coincidence

22,222

Here's a little unexplainable item I read in the Daily Mail of March 21 this year. I say unexplainable, but to some it will be explainable.

"My cousin died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 60. A few days later, I was sitting in the kitchen writing my book. I'm a numerologist and I was writing about repeated digits such as 111, 222, 333 and so on.

Suddenly I heard my cousin's voice. He said, "Count the days." I didn't understand when he meant and then he repeated; "Count the days." This time he said it, I somehow understood that he wanted me to count how many days he had been alive.

Using the website timeanddate.com, I entered his date of birth and his date of death. I was stunnded when I saw the result.

He had lived for exactly 22,222 days!"

~ Hilary Carter

Another 'coincidence'
The photo at the top of the post: I saw this on Wits Intact - the caption is that the odometer reading of 22,222 was seen on the 2/22 while on the RR2222!

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24 March, 2015

Phone Call Reveals Strange Coincidence


Here's a coincidence story from the Spokane Daily Chronicle.

Phone Call Reveals Strange Coincidence

Detective Captain John Domit received a telephone call from San Mateo, California from a man who identified himself as Ben Host and said he was extremely worried about a long time friend in Spokane.

He told Captain Domit he had been unable to sleep during the night from worry over his old friend, Dr. W.E. Lajole, a chiropractor for many years in Spokane.

Captain Domit checked here in Spokane with chiropractors and found the man had gone to Seattle to live with a son.

"We checked with Seattle and found Dr. Lajole died the same night his friend in San Mateo had become suddenly worried about him, " Captain Domit said.

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23 March, 2015

The Clock Stopped Chiming When The Old Man Died

Coincidence clock

A short coincidence that came by Daniel Dexter.

My friend, Col. Morin, once in charge of the United States Rifle Range at Auburn, told me of a coincidnce.

In his house there is a tall clock, Mission style, of several years vintage in the corner of his sitting room. It strikes on the hour and the half hour. There was a period when it struck only the half hour.

One day a visitor said to the Colonel, "What's the matter with your clock that I can't fix." He took the works out and tinkered with them.

Some time later he came back. He had made a certain part out of a hat-pin. The clock now struck on the hour - up to and including the hour the old gentleman who had done the repair died. Then it resumed striking only the half hour.

The clock has since been repaired. It now strikes the hour and the half. The part that had been fashioned out of a hat-pin had worn out - at the same time the man who made it finished with life.

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21 March, 2015

White Feather: A Sign Of Protection From Her Deceased Husband

White feather

It's a while since I published another white feather story but here's one that came fluttering down to me from Emma ****** - okay, by email.

I'm only 34 but a widow, my husband died last September, a horrible time for me as you can imagine. But since then I have been seeing white feathers. At first I didn't attach any importance to them but I started wondering about them because there seemed too many to be coincidence. I have now read many of the white feather stories on your blog which I found interesting.

The very first white feather I received was on my doorstep when I arrived home after my husband's funeral. I can now remember my sister saying, "Look at that," but I wasn't in any state to take it in.

For the next few days I kept finding feathers; in the garden, inside the house and when I went to the supermarket.

Three weeks after the funeral my sister asked me to go on holiday with her and her husband and two children to Devon. I immediately said no as I thought it disrespectful. They persuaded me a change of scenery would do me good and booked a cottage. I still had reservations about going.

We arrived in Devon, it was a lovely cottage and my room looked out onto the garden. I went to unpack my case and as I opened the lid there inside was a white feather. I have no idea how it got there, but it felt like my husband was giving me his approval.

As I walked out into the cottage garden there was another white feather and I actually smiled and felt like my husband was with me.

All of this may simply be me searching for comfort, but finding the feathers picks me up when I'm feeling down and I always say a thank you for the feather to my husband. I feel he is watching over me, in a protective way.

~ Emma

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