Category Archives: Inquiring Minds

My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.

God,gods, religion and aliens…take your pick


I recently read a blog post entitled Intelligence vs Faith,  from someone named  Thomas M. Watt, whom I follow. He basically asked his audience  would you find faith and believe in God and  turn from being an Atheist if planet Earth was attacked , enslaved and taken over by  a godless alien race in just one day? (why one day is a modifier in this scenario I don’t know)  Now being a writer I was intrigued by the question so my “what-if” wheels started spinning on the question.  Here is my rant on gods, God , religion and aliens…:)

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Every race has  some form  of  a god or gods…even an alien race…I am betting with 99.99999% surety that there are alien races out there who have their own gods and their own “bible” . Some are probably  war mongers who want to attack other alien races and subjugate them  and others are peaceful enough  to just want to explore and learn from the other races and perhaps even want to help them.  Just as there are extremes and factions in our own humankind there must be on other alien worlds.   We as humans ARE special BUT we are not as special as soooo many people on this planet make us out to be.

We are NOT one of a kind. Your question tells me that you think we are  THAT special  that “our” god  (like if there is truly a god he couldn’t have more than one planet . one galaxy, or one universe to manage under his umbrella). If GOD is as we say so omnipresent and all knowing and all powerful why would he Give PLANET A   any special favors over PLANET B… maybe he loves them both (or  hates them both)  equally and wants them to learn from their mistakes of attacking an entire planet and enslaving them.

This has happened on our own planet on a smaller scale over thousands of years and a god has never intervened  (as far as I can see)  to stop it.  It just gradually got better and the situation went away through our own human compassion and moral compass pointing us in the right direction.

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And what does a god care about scale anyway?  Hundreds, thousands, millions, billions, trillions….they could all die an instant and I think it would feel the same to that god… (just conjecture of course. I never assume I know what a person  is thinking…even a god…:)    (even though everyone else seems to know) I personally don’t want to worship anything or anyone….respect yes….take advice from yes…love maybe  even…but not worship.

To me all gods are those asshole friends who never come around to say hello or give advice or listen to your problems or help move your shit when your moving out of your apartment.

I say, Show up ,  get your hands dirty with me….laugh with me… toil with me …let me know your in it with me and you care…then I might like ya just a little bit…then maybe  I will call ya friend…but worship you no… I would sooner worship my cat…

(This is just one man’s opinion and feelings on the matter. For what that is worth as there are 7.2 Billion people on this planet with their own as well.)

Thoughts that have meandered through my Mind


How many women really own their sexual side…demand to be seen…demand satisfaction..I fear not enough…

Intimacy can come in many forms and it could be with a woman, a man, or nature..and it has but one definition…an intangible soft closeness.

Bright eyes, bright smile, an open heart and a passionate wanting with a wicked way..that’s what I like in you….may it never change.

Certain friends have always been imaginary, only daydreams…flits of movement at the edges of your sight. that’s all they have ever been

We are all shrouded in the skins of our choosing since our inception.

Lost eyes following a lost heart down a trail of stolen bread crumbs

There are riots in me at times…and they burn and break and pillage through the city that is me

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Mind

Oh Fool –


Oh Fool ~

Embrace the wilderness oh foolish spirit….tease and taunt ..be impulsive take risks and fly foolhardy into the wind ….

Philip Wardlow  2015

 

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What I See ~ An erotic Poem


What I See ~

Artist: Steve Smith
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She’s a colorful tapestry
overlaid in glass
framed in rigid steel
laid gently
upon my bed.
I don’t know what to make of her.
but I know very well
what I wish
to do to her.
She’s pure sex….
bottled and stoppered,
all I need do is
pull the cork
and she will  flow over me
to fill in my every niche
of need that dwells
within.
She is strong,
resilient, quiet
and purposeful
She has many needs
herself,
deep as a well
and as dark.
but her colors
are bright
and they attract.
Oh that poor moth to the flame.
He never stood a chance.
Yet, I trace each piece of her
as she lies there
from azure blue, to crimson red.
to the delicate pinkish
hues that only a
gentleman like me
is allowed to see.
Her heat is inviting
I am not burned
for it matches my own
and it grows and grows.
by Philip Wardlow 2015

Fencing – A hobby of mine besides my writing….


“In Fencing you die a thousand deaths before you start to get good…” by Philip Wardlow

 

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Me in my Fencing attire… 🙂

 

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Strange but True? The 300 Million Old Screw


As a writer I like to look to pictures, art,  or  cool stories (real or otherwise) to draw on for inspiration for my stories and/or poems I write. I found this below little story on the cool sight called Stumble Upon, which always has interesting pictures, facts and stories to peruse when you are just bored or looking for something to do. 
Whether this story is true or not it still makes you think and I always love the What-Ifs and Mysteries in life.  To me this story is more fascinating than all the  ridiculous scenarios about aliens  coming to build the Pyramids, or having something  to do with Stonehenge, etc…. 
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300 million year old iron screw

In the summer of 1998, Russian scientists who were investigating an area 300 th km southwest of Moscow near the remains of a meteorite, discovered a piece of rock which enclosed an iron screw. Geologists estimate that the age of the rock is 300-320 million years.

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At that time there were no intelligent life forms on earth, not even dinosaurs. The screw which is clearly visible in the head and nut, has a length of about cm and a diameter of about three millimeters.
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My thoughts after reading this:
 
I researched this a little more and found that this particular discovery has never been debunked as simply a screw being dropped into a peat bog or a tar part or encrusted in a ossilized sedimentary rock like a piece concrete.  Any of those scenarios would quickly explain away the reason for this  “ancient” screw.
 
The screw was supposodedly encased in this ancient rock at the time of its actual forming 300 millions years ago.  So who/what made this screw?… nature, aliens, time travelers….to me anyone of those three still intrigue me because we still don’t know the answer.
 
So  a  hmmmmm? forms in the brain. …A mystery……I love a mystery  because life in all its facets from  love, to certain friendships formed , to religion,  to our origins,  to space is really all a mystery no matter how much you think it may not be.  It is…  and that’s a cool thing.  That’s a fun intriguing notion that life is a mystery and still has mysteries and that everything isn’t  known.  That’s no fun.  That’s like knowing the ending of the movie before you sit down in that darkened theater with your box of popcorn…

Waiting for the Train


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I sit.

The thrum thrum of the tracks travel

through my core…

from the cold rolled steel on

a winter morn.

It’s coming; my train.

The vibrations are distant as

my tensions  strain

against the boundaries set long

ago in a land made of

flimsy paper mache.

It’s imminently imminent

that time ticks ticks

on the whim of

a pendulum  made of wooden sticks

Light it low,

and watch it burn bright.

And by all the laws

of physics time ticks

faster,

and faster as it burns

the length of its swing.

The whistle blows.

As I continue to

sit

sit

sit.

On the track, on this

cold

cold

morn.

For my train to come.

 

 

By Philip Warldow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My brother – Past and Present reflections


 

 

 

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My Brother ~

 

His pain grabbed at me, reaching in to hold tight to my chest as he screamed in that moment to no one and everyone in the world. His scream filled me up with an overwhelming emptiness that I could never fully know as it found a small echo within my own soul.

His inner turmoil was plain to see, manifested in the violent visceral cast to his eyes and voice that seemed to travel somewhere else in that instance of time. I realized then that I would never find a way to calm his inner demons that had taken a hard hold of him.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015