Our brain can change, grow, and go beyond programming, stop hating

Diana Andrew-Lozano shared Flower of Life‘s post.
Interesting.
Although it is almost certainly impossible for any religious doctrine as a whole to be proven accurate, at least one major aspect of Buddhism has been proven…Neuroscience Learns What Buddhism Has Known for Ages: There Is No Constant Self

 

Did you know that if you choose you can make your own decisions about every aspect of your life? You do not have to follow a herd, it is important to look at all sides of a situation, ultimately trusting your gut and expressing yourself fully.

 

I am going to post some articles that are against the narrative that most of you have heard. I have friends on both sides of everything, and I am a true middle. The only thing that I stand firm on is Jews and Israel, but other than that, I want to know everything from every angle. I do not like to jump to conclusions, I do not like to call people names, and what I love most is to have discussion, conversation, and communication from all sides of the spectrum.

 

HERE WE GO!

 

CHARLOTESVILLE:

 

 

ZIONISM:

 

I would love to know what you think,
I will leave you with a two inspiring Jewish posts,
Coach Yulia

 

Afshine Emrani
This is Israel. Jews, Christian, Muslim, atheist, all side by side. No questions asked. Only place in Middle East that mirrors America. Good morning.
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'Daddy It’s vacation time and I am sitting under a tree in the Catskill mountains staring into the sky with seemingly nothing on my mind. Then I hear voices, it’s the children running around having a grand old time. My kids, other kids, one big happy family. I hear their chatter and I am curious as to what they are discussing.  I close my eyes and try paying closer attention to their chitchat. They are a little too distant and I can’t make out their words, Instead I resort to imagining their discussion.  They are having the “My daddy is bigger than your daddy” talk. “My father is so cool he takes such good care of us” says one of them. “Whenever we need something he always gets us what we need.” “Sometimes he will go to five stores to makes sure he finds all the important things that my mother put on the shopping list. He never forgets the things that matter most.” The second child is going to up the game. “My father sometimes comes home with things that we don’t even need, but he seems to know that we will need them soon so he already prepares them for us in advance.” I listen as each kid tries to outdo the other “My father takes us on trips and he never even uses his GPS. He knows all the roads. Many times I get scared because it seems like we are lost, my father tells me not to worry yet it's hard not to. Sure enough it soon turns out he was taking us on a route which might have seemed longer and unfamiliar yet it gets us to our destination in a faster and safer way.” One little girl says something that demonstrates a maturity level beyond her years.  “My dad is so nice. I used to think that he was mean because he wouldn’t let me have some things I wanted, or wouldn't let me go to places that I desired. Then I got older and realized he was right because he knew that those things weren't for me.  “There are still things about my dad that I don’t understand, but I realize that he was right about everything else until now so he is probably right about this as well”. I listen intently “And besides, just like I got older and understand some things better now, maybe when I get even older I will understand him even more”.  They continue talking, yet I have heard enough. I need to see who these kids are. I open my eyes and look around, there are no kids in sight, they are too busy running around enjoying life.  I look back up at the sky and realize that it was the kid inside tweeting about the care and compassion of our father in heaven.  Shabbat Shalom'

It’s vacation time and I am sitting under a tree in the Catskill mountains staring into the sky with seemingly nothing on my mind.Then I hear voices, it’s the children running around having a grand old time. My kids, other kids, one big happy family. I hear their chatter and I am curious as to what they are discussing.

I close my eyes and try paying closer attention to their chitchat. They are a little too distant and I can’t make out their words, Instead I resort to imagining their discussion.

They are having the “My daddy is bigger than your daddy” talk.

“My father is so cool he takes such good care of us” says one of them. “Whenever we need something he always gets us what we need.”

“Sometimes he will go to five stores to makes sure he finds all the important things that my mother put on the shopping list. He never forgets the things that matter most.”

The second child is going to up the game. “My father sometimes comes home with things that we don’t even need, but he seems to know that we will need them soon so he already prepares them for us in advance.”

I listen as each kid tries to outdo the other

“My father takes us on trips and he never even uses his GPS. He knows all the roads. Many times I get scared because it seems like we are lost, my father tells me not to worry yet it’s hard not to. Sure enough it soon turns out he was taking us on a route which might have seemed longer and unfamiliar yet it gets us to our destination in a faster and safer way.”

One little girl says something that demonstrates a maturity level beyond her years.

“My dad is so nice. I used to think that he was mean because he wouldn’t let me have some things I wanted, or wouldn’t let me go to places that I desired. Then I got older and realized he was right because he knew that those things weren’t for me.

“There are still things about my dad that I don’t understand, but I realize that he was right about everything else until now so he is probably right about this as well”. I listen intently “And besides, just like I got older and understand some things better now, maybe when I get even older I will understand him even more”.

They continue talking, yet I have heard enough. I need to see who these kids are.

I open my eyes and look around, there are no kids in sight, they are too busy running around enjoying life.

I look back up at the sky and realize that it was the kid inside tweeting about the care and compassion of our father in heaven.

Shabbat Shalom

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