Saturday, January 28, 2012

Why Do Bad Things Happen? There is a reason.




I swear for just a moment, i caught a glimpse of myself the way i see myself inside. All the things i want to be. Reflecting from a mirror looking at me.

Living alone in this big ole brain is lonely. The image i have created of the perfect me, doesn't seem so perfect when she is starring back at me. If everything went right, every wish came true, every goal was met, everything was customized to suit; and yeah, that girl i see is lonely. Trapped in a world with no passion, no drive, no flaws. its become a repetitive motion, based solely upon repetitive motion. Awaking everyday to the very same. No wrongs ever occur, no lessons learned,. The sky is always blue, rain never touched her face, snow melted on her nose, leaves never fell to pile, the grass never grew. No lovers quarrels, drove her to seek the right fit. no sports filled living rooms on Sunday, because no teams lost. There was no news, because there were no emergencies, no death, no crime, nothing ever happened at all. No celebrities, because everyone was a super model, sang beautifully, could act, no one ever had to learn a new trait because no failed at anything. No one ever had to take time to enjoy the perfect, because every moment was perfect. No one had to even strive for love, because it was always with in. If this world sounds perfect to you, then you are truly blind to the highest of joys. You've never had a far enough down, to show you to appreciate the high. You've rushed through every moment, because you had no height to aspire to. Creativity would not be possible with out something to express. In fact if we hadn't had that argument, i wouldn't have been creative enough to write this. Thus proving two things: 1: if nothing bad happened, there would be no good. With out the bad, there is nothing but a blank slate. 2: that my hardships are my gains. Instead of using the negativity people bestow upon me, to harbor hatred; i take it, and i mold it into a creative lesson to bestow in hopes other will not be negative when they face a lesson.


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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

21 grams



For every scientific accomplishment we have made, there is an equal and opposite scientific burden we have uncovered. Everything has a counter part, an opposite of equal value, doing the opposite action. We can prove, show, and fully understand how life starts. Simple enough, even our young know the solution to that problem. But no scientist, or human can tell what happens after death. We clarify death as our bodies no longer operating. Brain shuts down, no signals sent or received, hearts no longer palpitate, no blood circulating there fore rendering our organs powerless. Life can only be created one way(sperm and an egg.) Death can happen any number of ways. That unknown and unexplainable part that makes us, "Us" is our soul.



There are so many puzzling questions i have:
What happens to our minds, things we know or learned when we die? Are they only attached to the brain, or does the soul retain some of that? What do coma patients experience while in a vegetative state? Is it possible that is where we go when we die? That even though we are dead that place still exists? Maybe that dream state, isn't really within us, its part of something else entirely. Who can even tell if the white light is real or just hear say. Or maybe the white light is like a birth. we're inside the womb, awaiting delivery, and the white light is the new life we are about to embark on. Those are topics known as Metaphysics - Where notions and philosophy meet science.
                  Dr.MacDougall

Those are questions science cannot answer me, but i think its something we all think about. What i can offer you is some data from Dr.MacDougall, which i believe should in some way answer a tiny portion of your questions. His studies into whether or not he could prove there is a soul within us, and if he could calculate a weight to prove it. He had 6 patients of terminal illnesses, and 15 dogs. He created a very touchy scale bed for his patients, and he kept them as comfortable as possible in their final hour. I will not be retelling their stories and it seemed a bit dark for this topic. Patient one- the moment they expired there was a sudden loss of three fourths of an ounce. Patient 2- lost half an ounce. patient 3- lost half an ounce, and later 1 more extra ounce. patient 4- was unable to be measured. patient 5- three eighths of an ounce simultaneously. Patient 6- results were unable to be measured. Of the 15 dogs he attempted to measure, there was no change in weight. His belief was, animals have no souls. Of all his studies, he determined that the soul's weight was 21 grams, approximately 4 nickels. That has no explanation surrounding where the weight went in any of the cases despite many's efforts. They all did lose weight due to sweat and evaporation. roughly an ounce per hour, it was very slow. Any bowel movements would not matter as they would still have remained on the bed. he reported that the loss was very sudden and very extreme compared to previous weight loss. which again was one ounce over 60 minutes. 21grams in a second, simultaneous to the patients expiration.

What you take from his workings, is up to you. As i have stated at the very beginning of this project, life is perception. Just remember yours is yours, and no one Else's. I know there is a lot of controversy surrounding this topic and study, and the point of view i am taking is Facts don't lie. The controversy surrounding this topic is nothing new. Religion vs. science - and there are some who see both sides, but a good majority pick one side or the other and refuse to see the grey between the white and black lines.
It does amaze me how something so major can be so weightless. But in the same sense, A thought is weightless, but it still exists. The weight isn't the point of the experiment, its the proof that there is something more to us. And i know religious people will think us Atheist's for the study. The way i see it, science is reassuring us that there is more than meets the eye. But no matter what i say, its your perception you'll walk away with. I will end this with a quote most befitting, "life is eternal and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon, And a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight." by Rossiter W. Raymond. Some mysteries just aren't meant to be solved. The answers will be there when the time is right, and is that not the point?
-Jessi J


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Mr.James



Dear Mr. James
When we split up, i would have given life and limb to have things return to how they were. All in good time i got over the low blow you bestowed upon me. i forgave, but did not forget. I didn't forget the good, but i didn't forget the bad either. I held on to a spark of hope that i hadn't made yet another failure, a spark of hope for that happy ending we all seek. After we got back on speaking terms, i began to find myself conflicted. Did i want you back in my life? after all the wreckage you had already caused. I found myself overly tempted, until i saw you again, really saw you. Face to face, i see through you. Suddenly all that pain and past came flooding into view, and i couldn't get away fast enough. There i was believing we had both changed and grown as people, but in fact i was the only one whom changed. Everyone else seemed to remain the same. In that very moment i got the closure i had so sought. We didn't make it because we weren't meant to. It wasn't my destiny to be your wife, as it wasn't your destiny to be my husband. The lust confused with love, the stability clouded by fear of loss, it all led to a dysfunctional marriage. Although its nice to dream that the grass is greener, its not. The land we sew, died faster than our marriage did.
lots of Love, Jessi James
May your tomorrows be brighter than your yesterdays.


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Soul Mate's



We live in a society that tells us there is only one perfect match for us in the entire existence of man kind. One "soul mate" and that fate will bring them to us. Does this sound like a fairy tale to anyone else? There is no prince charming, there is no guarantee that you will fall in love, and be loved in return. Embedding us with the idea, that there is only one mate for us; puts added pressure in an already unstable world. "Will i find my soul mate?" or "did i miss my soul mate?" even "the love of my life died unexpectedly, will there be another soul mate for me in my life time?" Those are pretty big questions, a lot of strings attached, mainly to one's heart strings.
Theoretically its improbable that there's is only one perfect match in the world. Even as your reading this, there is someone out there thinking the same thought you are at this very moment. Are they your soul mate? They may live a world away, and you may never meet them. It doesn't mean you've missed your soul mate. That's why there is a billion dollar industry surrounding dating sights. People fear with out them, they will never find that soul mate. Psychic's also are big in the "match making" game. Not so much as bringing two people together, but rather reassuring you that your life holds meaning and you will find someone.
Statistically there are many suitable counter parts out there for each person. The hardest part is finding them. The oddest part about affairs of the heart and human nature is: The hunt is often sweeter than the kill. We fight tooth and nail to find that perfect person to settle down and procreate with, yet often enough once we have them and are stable we miss the hunt. We no longer deem our prince/princess charming worthy. Finding passion for something that's perpetually out of reach.
So although women are made to believe they are no whole with out a partner and a child, its simple ludicrous. There are many tasks and lessons to be learned - before one can stand as a pair. If one doth not know thy self, how an thy self be true? Life is hard, no matter what you have or don't have. Its supposed to be, if it was always smooth sailing there would be no sense of fulfillment. Nothing would be anything, and the world would seem topsi turvey, value would be lost. Treasure every aching moment of existence, because that's the true value, and its fleeting fast....
-Jessi J


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