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Near Death AND Winning a Fortune!
Friday, August 20th, 2010
DeathPro does NOT mean Pro Death
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010DeathPro does NOT condone the Death Penalty
Sometimes I look at the Google ads on my DeathPro site and I have to shake my head in exasperation. I often see ads from ultra right wing groups advocating for the death penalty. I have no control over these ads, I just have to accept whatever shows up in response to the words I use in my posts. I hope people reading my page will just click on one or several of them – and NOT buy – just to cost those death camp organizations some wasted advertising money.
Find out who was REALLY Guilty in the Akashic Records
How can anyone with even the smallest fiber of empathy be pro death and support the death penalty? Consider the inept legal system that really equates to a no-justice system.
The police are under pressure to produce suspects to crimes. They are not equally under the gun to ensure they have the RIGHT suspect. And cops do NOT investigate the possibility that their suspect may be innocent – that job is up to the defense and to whatever private investigation the suspect can afford. Conversely, the prosecutor pressures the police to provide solid cases – regardless of whether evidence has to be either manufactured or suppressed as suits the desired conviction.
The courts are a money-oriented bad joke. Expensive lawyers routinely get the rich guilty off on flimsy technicalities and those who may well be innocent but who can’t afford top-quality representation are plead guilty to save the court-appointed attorney the time he could otherwise be billing for. A court of law is a shameful cash-for-verdict system.
If a wrongfully convicted is in prison, then he/she could be released if the guilty verdict were overturned. One that was executed by the murdering state remains dead even when it is proven that he/she were not guilty. Yes, I used the word ‘murder’ on purpose. Any state or nation that uses the death penalty IS committing murder and that state or nation is NO BETTER than the Nazi regime with their death camps.
Have I expressed my negative opinion on the death penalty and the no-justice system strongly enough to remove all doubt? The death penalty is murder: it is a death camp mentality on a slightly smaller scale than Hitler’s final solution.
My Money or my Life? I Choose Death.
Tuesday, May 4th, 2010Asks the Mugger – “Your money or your life?”
Answers I – “Take my life because what little money I have is not worth my death.”
The thug is perplexed – “If your life isn’t worth your life, then give it to me.”
“You asked for my choice and I’ve given it to you. If I fish out the few dollars I have in my pocket, then I’ve established the value of my continued existence at that paltry amount. To me, I’m worth much more than my wallet currently holds.”
“We can go to an ATM,” the mugger suggests hopefully, “and you can draw out more cash.”
“My life is worth far more to me than any amount of money that I have or could even borrow.” I say. “Now we have an unconcluded transaction here. I’m not going to give you any money in barter for my life, so you’ll have to take my life.”
“The killing part was just a threat.” The blade wavers in his hand. “I don’t really want to murder you.”
“A threat isn’t worth the wind it blows in on, if you’re now willing to back it up. Now stab me and get the job done. My life is forfeit already, so let’s get my death over with.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then you give me your money or your knife.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Hand over your cash or I’ll impale myself on your murderous blade. And you should know that I don’t issue threats that I don’t intend to carry though with. I am prepared to die of a knife wound over the amount of money in your wallet.”
“You’re crazy!”
“Actually, I’m hyper-sane. The modern reality is moderately insane. The money you wanted to extract from me on a hollow threat of deadly violence, is just a piece of paper representing a concept of wealth — that doesn’t actually exist. Doesn’t that strike you as somewhat delusional?”
“If you think cash is without any value, then just hand yours over and we’ll both live.”
“That is rehashing old ground. My threat has been issued and I’m prepared to act on it. Give me your worthless money or I’ll grapple your knife hand and I will fatally wound myself. However, your proving my self destructive intent will be a problematic defence at your murder trial.”
“I don’t need this!” The mugger says.
“Then give me the cash and we’ll walk our separate ways.”
How should this end? You tell me. Should the mugger hand over the loot or will a death occur? I welcome comments. This vignette is fiction but it does represent my views on money and death.
Zen and the Spiritual Maintenance of Death
Tuesday, July 21st, 2009
I’ve never actually read the book ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’ but I do feel somewhat akin to that phrase. I’m like a motorcycle mechanic that had spirituality thrust deeply into his mental toolbox. And it wasn’t my asking or my fault: it just happened and I have to make the best with it.
I was the kind of guy who took things apart just to understand how they worked: often, I could even put them back together too but the dismantling and comprehending was more important to me. I say was, but I’m still like that. Spirituality was just something I could fake if trying to date a hot religious girl. Then I had a death experience and I changed. Well, parts of me changed. I still liked understanding things and now I had a death experience to disassemble to its component parts. And I no longer have to fake my spirituality with a spiritual girl.
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I took death apart like I would disassemble a lawn-mower motor and I examined each piece to see how it fit in and worked with the other elements of death. I don’t know of anyone else who has ever done that. What emerged for me from my self-examination of the parts of my death experience, was a logical progression. Death makes complete sense to me now. I understand death and by my comprehension of death, I fathom life and afterlife too. But my vision of eternity and spiritual maintenance is different than any religious or philosophical theory I’ve ever heard of.
Are you interested in learning about how I interpret life, death and afterlife? If so, follow along as I blog. Also I’m thinking of writing a book. It won’t be a super long one and I’ll likely just sell it as a digital version – (if I finish it at all). Would you be interested in a mechanical description of death and beyond? Please verbally kick me in the butt if you want me to get to work on writing it.
Living in a Death Note
Saturday, June 20th, 2009
Better than a Death Note
“I wanted more from my life than I’ve found.” A young woman, still just a girl really, reads aloud from a death note she’s found on her boyfriend’s nightstand. “I love my girlfriend dearly but I haven’t the money or the potential of earning enough to give her the security she deserves. After my death, I hope she forgives me and goes on.”
Tears well up in the girl’s eyes and her blurred vision prevents her reading more of the death note.
“Why would he do something like this?” She cries and reaches for her phone to call a friend. Her grief over her boyfriend’s obvious death by suicide needs support.
“My most recent life-shattering problem happened last night.” She has finished the call for moral support and her eyes are dry enough to read further into the death note. “My buddy turned belligerent when confronted by the police outside the bar. The cop attacked him and when he fought back, I foolishly stepped in and tried to pull my friend away from the fight. Two police offers swarmed me from behind and beat me senseless without my offering even the slightest resistance. I wonder, why are the most aggressive and violent people in society are called ‘peace officers’? What law does to innocent people is a far worse crime than any they are supposedly protecting us from. I was handcuffed and then charged with something: I don’t even know what crime I’m accused of. If I don’t kill myself, I’ll have to spend more money than I have on lawyers and still have an arrest record to hamper my future career.”
“I even knew one of the cops who beat me up. I went to school with him. He was a bully on the schoolyard and a policeman’s badge has given him a license to do exactly what the teachers tried to stop him from doing—go figure. The real way to end bullying on the playground is to stop teaching it and glorifying it on a societal level.” The distraught girl continued to read from the death note. “Thinking back on the episode last night, I also wonder how the brutal and needless abuse I suffered at the hands of the law is for the betterment of society? I was law abiding before and I was even trying to stop my friend from fighting with the police. But now, I’m filled with animosity towards them. In other words, the cop’s actions have pushed me to a state of mind where I would commit a crime just to spite them. But in so doing, I would probably hurt someone innocent on a motivation of hurting the law—which is untouchable. So that is one more reason why my death and this death note are necessary. If I were to live on, I would be thrust down the wrong life path.”
To be continued…
