Scarlett Letters

It is interesting that the mission statement is one love at Thoughts.com.  Where does shutting down someone without a conversation of grace fit into that the definition of 'ONE LOVE' if I may be bold to ask? In contrast, we do not pay for this...

The best, the best, and what's more, the best!

This better than best irks me. Why do we care so much about what is the better than the best? How does better than help build relationship and connection? From my viewpoint this obsession with better than,  hinders what we really need and that's...

To Whom It May Concern

People who do not understand that humans live in subjective experience cannot offer respect to others.  People who are well immersed in their intellect and no longer hear their heart, cannot feel empathy.  People who have not learnt that the choice is...

Fucking Fed Up

It is interesting to me that people are more concerned about their ideals than interaction with others.  Believers as well as atheists are more hell bent on their fucking ideals than they are in building relationship with each other. This is our...

Ben.. somebody.. this is really bad news..

I hope this writing tradition will be looked after.  It is an excellent part of Thoughts and part of its grace.  I am hoping that this glitch will be considered important.

Calling any Thoughts Staff

I am reposting this.  I hope it is a glitch that can soon be rectified.  I hope Ben, our leader, well if he is still our leader,  still checks in every so often and this site is not left unattended.  And if a decision has been made about our friend...

The Dimensions of Truths

In the dimension of truths, a problem existed. Everyone believed there was only one truth.  In a sense, they were correct.  There was only one truth. Each being arrived in the dimensions of truths, with a truth, their truth.  Their...

Under attack by the Funky Funk

I define my mood as funky but I am not sure it is decreed correct usage by the dictionary people. It is dark, thick, confusing, painful and unwelcome.  It returns in cycles and every time one emerges, I am disappointed at its re-appearance.  Whatever...

God has no clothes on...

God stopped the rain, she said.  How else could the missionary have found the baby, not crying, in the middle of the rainy season, abandoned on top of the garbage heap, unless she had been guided by God.  It was a miracle, she said. I listened and...

The world is calm?

Someone said, "The world is calm." A statement amongst other statements that made me sit up and say, "Huh?" Sure I understand the relative sentiment behind those chosen words but in the same swoop of thought, I am appalled at them. Those words are...

Take your title and ...

Sometimes I am overcome by an aversion for the reigning mammals on this planet.  Sometimes before I can stop it, I have been influenced  by some of my fellow humans to feel utter and complete loathing towards them. I understand that these beings are...

My Many Lovers

I had many lovers today.  I was willing and vulnerable.  Thirsty. My first poured warm water down my body in a steady stream.  I relaxed under his heat, opening, accepting him into my inner space. He washed away the residue of sleep.  He...

Our deepest need

We desire to express...  us humans. We thirst to be valued for that expression. It is our deepest need. We desire this over food,  as has been observed in babies when their experience does not provide positive feedback recuperation. And when we,...

Hope sleeps...

Exhausted, Hope lies resting and to the untrained eye, one could assume she is done. But look closer and notice, her breathing is  rhythmic and steady. Your observation is correct,  her lack of verve is surprising, nonetheless don't be misled by it....

New Year's

I love to listen to the ocean. I listened to it 24/7 where I was born,  my island off the coast of Africa. I learnt that the ocean's sound can be a lullaby. I felt the force of the tides in my belly. The warmth of the sun is a pleasure...

Feeling miserable...

Quite easily, I am able to rise every morning and complain. Wanting my life perfect is easy peasy for an intellect like mine.  It is easier than easier to look around and see what others have and conclude deficient. There is ever something missing. ...

Thinking of you

Thinking of you today.  Some time has passed since thoughts of you appeared. I remember you less these days.  I am grateful for the diminished presence.  Memories of you evoke pain. What did I expect?  I felt it.  The suspicion.  The huh...