Post by jack hamilton on Jan 16, 2010 9:00:48 GMT -5
God is a Coon Hunter
by Jack the knife…
God told me that there is a little bit of him in Marci and a little bit of him in me too. Now this means that when we die the little bit of God that is in us goes back to God and he is able to relive out innermost thoughts and feelings, to know what we knew and see what we saw. To see all of the most beautiful and moving, strange and exciting experiances that we saw while we were on earth, as this is how God experiances the world, by living through the minds and hearts of people and possibly animals.
A little bit of God is in us and when we die all our memorys are preserved in our God…consciouness and God has them on file and can go through them and relive them at his or her will. This way God can know what it is like to live on the earth and be alive. What we did while on earth and what we saw and heard and what is in out hearts. Now when I was almost dead and God said to me that “jack…you are pretty bad, you are really in pretty bad shape but you are not quite dead so you are going back to the world.” God had gone through my memorys and was really enjoying the adventures I had had while hunting with my hounds. God paticularly liked the story where the weather was so cold that my breath froze and hung in the air, the hounds had a big coon at bay down in the creek and I was on the high bank trying to get a shot down into the coon, my breath , my breath was hanging in the air and forming a cloud that I could not see through to shoot, I kept moving right and left and the breath fog cloud kept getting bigger. The dogs were in a big fight and I needed to shoot the coon before he got away, I finally moved far to the right and popped one in him, but the strange cloud of frozen vapor, was strange and beautiful. God was dwelling on this experience of mine as much as I did.
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