Answer: Yes, a great crime. For he who takes the life of his fellow creature cuts short a life of expiation or mission. Therein is the evil.
Question: Is there always the same degree of guilt in murder?
Answer: We have already said, ‘God is just.’ He judges the intention rather than the deed.
Question: Does God excuse murder in cases of self-defense?
Answer: A true necessity alone can serve as an excuse. However, if one can save one’s life without having to take that of the aggressor, one must do so.
Question: Is man culpable for the murders he commits during war?
Answer: Not when compelled by the force of circumstance. But he is responsible for the cruelties he commits. Similarly, his acts of compassion will also be taken into account.
Question: Which one is a more serious crime in the eyes of God, parricide or infanticide?
Answer: They are equally serious, for all crime is crime.
Question: Why is infanticide a custom endorsed by the legislation of certain nations that are already intellectually advanced?
Answer: Intellectual development does not necessarily go hand-in-hand with moral development. A spirit of superior intelligence may be evil, if he has lived many lives developing his intellect but without purifying his soul: all he has acquired is knowledge.
The Spirits’ Book by Allen Kardec, Chapter 6, Part 4, 746 – 751
Many men prefer girls in their life. They are focused on the physical form, the attractiveness. They are unconcerned with her character in the beginning, for it is her physical condition that speaks to his hormones, revving up his testosterone output.
He cannot think straight.
And often times, he lacks the necessary mindset to recognize the value of a woman.
Woman, stomach stretched from child bearing, breast flattened, not as plump as they once were. Her body stretches in life, and shrinks, reshaping itself into new form.
Man …
He ridicules her belly, her weight. He tells her other women (girls) are better looking, more ‘natural’ blind to the fact that what happens to the crone is purely natural.
He accepts a portion of this reality and rejects the rest.
Never satisfied.
And consistently reminding the woman she should also never be satisfied with herself.
That she should always work specifically to regain momentum in his pants, in his lust.
Women …
We tire of playing the masculine testosterone game.
He cannot see a woman, all he sees is form.
There is no depth to him.
He is shallow.
As he uses the ‘girl’, wasting her time in his lust, time she could be available for the one who DOES see her value.
Selfish men who cannot think with anything other than their penis ought have no say in what a women should be thinking of self.
He holds no value for experience, does not see her worth, and wants to convince her she lacks merit.
Leave him behind.
He lacks the integrity needed to create harmony in this world.
And sometimes, being alone is the greatest blessing.
Fortunately, there ARE a few men who have awareness of the crone and embrace her unique strengths, only gained through living … a long time … hahahahaha.
We all find ourselves in the seat of judgement from time to time … the key is to know when we’ve slipped into the seat, and to recognize if we are being open-minded, thinking righteously, or if we are failing to see the bigger picture.
Opportunities for growth abound, should we choose to take a chance. Step out from behind the shield of judgement to see what is truly taking place.
Growth is a two-way street, and in ALL instances, ALL people can benefit from these offerings.
Jehovah himself will enter into judgement with the elderly ones of his people and it’s princes.
“And you yourselves have burned down the vineyard. What was taken by robbery from the afflicted one is in your houses. What do you men mean in that you crush my people, and that you grind the very faces of the afflicted ones?” is the utterance of the Sovereign Lord, Jehova of Armies.
Time is short …Let us stop talking falsely now …. the hour is getting late!
There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to the thief There’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowman dig my earth None were level on the mind Nobody up at his word Hey, hey
No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we’ve been through that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin’ falsely now The hour’s getting late, hey
All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl