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The Slack Tide

Sunday Sermon: A Call To Action (and Potluck Sunday!)

JULY 28, 2024 SUNDAY by REVEREND ANGRY BOB This is sermon about consumption and becoming consumed with our consumption, yup, Satan’s old game. And it’s especially about how we’ve all been funneled into having to consume technology as if it was the new and improved processed food. It’s also about taking some steps to help … Continue reading Sunday Sermon: A Call To Action (and Potluck Sunday!)

Drugs, Souls, and the Metaphysical

What if we’re not so much the sum of our experiences – what if we’re the sum of what we put into our bodies via food, drugs, chemicals? What if it determines our frequency, success, friends and opportunities?

The happenstance and synchronicity may look random to our viewpoints that are so often fixed in duality, but in the metaphysical it’s all interwoven.

Possibly what we consume loads a program as predictable as an operating system. It frames our behaviors. Maybe in a Biblical sense self-indulgence and greed reap certain misfortune. It’s an old thought indeed.

Let us also ponder what happens when people in power believe their bloodlines, and ivy league education has made them superior and this specialness justifies their life extension drug use? Like other drug use they start to vibrate at a different frequency and engage in a reality the rest of us can’t understand.

Finally – maybe we can find our potential from something as simple as including fresh mushrooms in our diet every week or not eating ultra processed food and avoiding flouride. It really could be that simple.

We’re all metronomes striving to sync to our true tribe. Have trouble finding your tribe and where you belong? Try changing how you eat.

The Owl

In 1983 a troubled Vietnam Vet takes his seven year old daughter on a drive through a forlorn winter prairie in Oklahoma when he suddenly stops and decides to investigate a barn around noon. Why they were on the isolated single track road and why they were back so late is a mystery, but in the barn was a strange heaviness and a beautiful bright white owl.