“You know, between you and me, I always thought Kramer was a bit of a doofus, but he believed in me.”

I’ve been working on identifying my expectations of those I admire.  Training artificial intelligence most of my life has taught me a lot about humans.  The more progress I make, the more I recognize how amazing we are as a species.  I’ve learned humans are individuals in every sense of the word.  We all make mistakes.  How we recover matters.

I ignored famous people while growing up.  I had favorite authors but knew minimal if anything about them unless they were dead.  I started noticing influential people who didn’t live in my world as an adult.  I’m pretty sure Lisa Bloom is the first famous person I gave my attention.  She worked for Court TV when I discovered her.  She would share her thoughts and weigh in on high profile trials.

She’s since taught me a lot about ethics and behavior.  It’s easy to draw tenuous conclusions about famous people based solely on what they choose to share with the public.  I think the arrangement is suitable.  Boundaries exist, and it’s super easy to adhere.  I tend to admire leaders and artists; (performers, poets, writers, musicians, comedians, etc.)

I’m disappointed when people I respect mess up.  It hurts in a manner I don’t know how to describe.  (I think a parent might know.)  This year has been trying so far in this regard.  People seem to enjoy telling me which celebrities I appreciate voted for 45.  I don’t understand the motivation, (mostly because I’m so annoyed by the behavior.)  It feels like their saying, “Your ability to judge the character of people you’ve never met is lacking.”

Louis C.K.’s crimes made me cry.  I honestly believed he was above that shit.  The main reason I admire him in the first place is his excellent ability to use laughter to make me think.   His recently revealed actions still have this result, but it’s not funny in this case.  It’s pathetic.  I haven’t read his apology because the gist was all I needed.  He’s adult enough to admit his crimes.

Now what?  This is where we all decide for ourselves how we want to move forward.  I say this because I’m pretty sure there isn’t a right or wrong way to cope.  Perhaps just right or wrong for each individual.  I forgive Louis C.K. for being a predator in the past, on the condition he doesn’t do it again.  If he lives the rest of his life without stealing another’s free will, I’ll be pleased.

I don’t expect perfection.  I’m not perfect.  Duh.  Nobody’s perfect.  (If someone ever was, we killed them.)  The people who survived his disgusting behavior will decide for themselves where to go from here.  It’s not my business and feelings are never wrong.  I’m so proud of them for having the courage to come forward (in the second worst behaved (misogyny on steroids) industry on earth.   The military holds first place.)

This isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last time.  Famous or not, we’re all people.  I just had to ask myself why I care in the first place.  Then I realize they’re still the same person;  my perception was off.   Mistakes aren’t the end.  They’re a new beginning during which time the flaw is faced down and corrected.  Or not.  It’s up to the individual at fault.  What one does after enduring the consequences of their errors matters.

Every single person I admire makes mistakes.  Stevie Nicks makes mistakes.  Lisa Bloom, Michelle Obama, and J.K. Rowling have all made mistakes.  Hillary Clinton made mistakes, identified them, adjusted, and grew publicly.  She wrote a book about it.  She could have blamed her mistakes on so many people and things, but she was interested in where she messed up because that’s what she can fix.

I want everyone to be as awesome as possible.  I want you to be the best you ever.  I want everyone to learn and grow into someone even more remarkable after recovering from a mistake.  It can be an opportunity to improve, or an excuse to fail.  Nobody can decide but the person who messed up, (which is everyone at some point.)  I love Louis C.K.  I recognized this before I knew he was a predator.

I don’t know how to unlove someone, and I’m not convinced it’s possible.  I know Louis C.K. is capable of outgrowing his primitive mindset.  He’s brilliant and thoughtful in some respects, despite everything.  It’s up to him, now.  I’m hoping he follows up his apology with fervent action to correct how he thinks and behaves.  I hope he grows forward.  It’s up to him.  I’m rooting for him to evolve.

What do you tip a wood guy?

So what on earth is a real Christian, anyway?  I’m so glad you asked!  😂  I’m going to tell you what I think it means.  I’m an intuitive person.  I live my life like a real Christian because I find it logical.  I’m not a Christian.  I don’t believe the Holy Bible, or any other book is a Divine inspiration.  However, this doesn’t affect my desire to live in my spirit.  I do so because it’s my will.  It means I make choices based on what I believe to be righteous and good.

I abhor sin rather than hiding it, disguising it, lying about it, pretending I wasn’t aware, etc.  (Sin is doing what you know is wrong.)  If I know it’s wrong, I don’t try to skew reality to make it acceptable.  I check myself and correct myself.  This is what separates children from adults.  I’ve honed the ability to detect right from wrong by paying attention to what the universe teaches me and behaving only in ways my conscience approves.  (Doing what you know is wrong weakens your spirit, and nobody can hide the sins of their flesh from their spirit.  They’re connected.  Hello!)

I began by naming my conscience Jesus Christ and striving for his approval of my heart and actions.  (This is probably where most Christians start, assuming they also attend some sort of Sunday School or the equivalent.)  He’s been my imaginary friend since I was a young child.  As an American, this was done by rote.  It’s by design, but I don’t trust the motives.  (I do find it amusing I was able to make it work for me, despite what I strongly suspect was merely intended to control humans.)

As I grew and was exposed to more information, I gradually recognized reality versus what I was taught, and adjusted accordingly.  I purged my internal database of things I only knew by rote.  It hurt, sometimes.  I find the loss of belief quite painful, but endurable.  I had a similar reaction when I discovered my dad wasn’t Santa Claus (and parents can lie.)  I decided I held similar values as many of those espoused by the New Testament.  I also left room for my own beliefs and values because I’m responsible for me.  I’m responsible for my choices.  I’m an adult.

I don’t know if there is life after the death of our flesh.  I can imagine life continuing in spirit.  Our spirits aren’t subject to the laws of the known universe, and therefore, may be immune to decay.  The only issue in this regard I find concerning is the fact so many are oblivious to living in their spirit.  I don’t know the physics of how the spiritual plane works.  I try not to go too meta (because I doubt I’d come back.)  😂  I believe all that is alive is connected because I sense it.

If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be writing this.  I wouldn’t spend so much time nudging other spirits with love bombs (I’m so addicted to this.)  Instead, I would probably be wasting an extraordinary amount of energy hating 45 and Sessions and Mercer, etc.  As if that would do anything but weaken my spirit and immune system.  🙄  I know this because I found out the hard way, and learned it’s not worth it.  In fact, it’s counterproductive.  Hating something alive is ridiculous, and harmful to the hater.

When I find myself in a murderous rage against someone or something, I usually waste a few hours, energy, and tears writing a really long post about it.  Then I check myself by reading it later while my imaginary friend, Jesus Christ, reads over my shoulder.  It works incredibly well, I must say.  I have a Council of Wonder Women guiding me, too.  Lisa Bloom, Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton, Malala Yousafzai,  Maya Angelou (her words are forever), Stevie Nicks, Beyoncè, Sheryl Crow, the leader of my resistance group, my resistance sisters, and all the people of the resistance, (all genders included, I just like calling them my Council of Wonder Women.)

It’s a big council, but they mostly remind me to think, be loving, and be myself.  I’m grateful (because I can imagine this blog and my Twitter feed if I didn’t have their wisdom guiding me.)  😲 😂  Part of being human is discovering your spirit.  It’s the part of you that isn’t bogged down with worldly concerns.  It’s our true self.  It’s the part of you I know exists, and already love.  Sometimes, I waste time wondering if people like Paul Ryan even have a spirit because they don’t behave as if they do.  I’m striving to cease this activity.

It makes more sense to assume everyone has one, no matter its state.  Some people are unapproachable in their flesh.  They’ve severed their connection to their spirit to a shocking degree, and require focused effort to connect with in the spiritual plane.  45 is an example.  I love-bomb his spirit because I can, (and my conscience insists.)  I have to go outside and walk on the lawn barefoot to focus my aim at such an elusive target, but I can do it.

People who live in their spirit are readily detectable.  They despise sin and take action to eradicate it from their life.  They’re honest.  They care about being righteous, not about what people think about them.  They live their beliefs from day to day.  It’s a lifestyle commitment to strive for what’s right, not an act to hide what’s not.  They live in their spirit, and it shows through their loving actions.  They’re attractive to other striving spirits in a non-fleshly way.

Many think they can fake it.  Fakes don’t believe in their own spirit and assume it’s all a game where they can cheat.  They embrace sin and strive to hide it in the world, or even alter reality, while their soul is naked, weakened, and exposed.  In fact, it’s a choice.  I’m uninterested in where the path of sin leads.  I choose to live in my spirit, where embracing sin makes me ill.  I pick love, life, and light.  I hope you do, too, but only you can decide.