It is my Birthday and I can cry if I want to.

Today is my Birthday! Seems like I should be celebrating and having a good time. It hasn’t exactly been easy for me to do that the last few years. Honesty is my policy and this is something that I have been bottling up inside of me. I want to be honest with myself, and honest with all of you.

To begin let me give you a little bit of background information. I was REALLY intelligent in High School. Up until halfway through my junior year I was #1 in my class. This was quite the accomplishment considering I had a class of roughly 700 people at a well-known local school. Earlier that year I had even gone and toured Stanford because I completely thought that was the school I would go to. Then I got my first A-, in a health class, I was .01 away from an A. Let me tell you, I gave that teacher a piece of my mind. She was going to take away my #1 spot because of .01 in a fricking health class! The most unfortunate part about it, I KNEW she did not like me, but for what reason? This is the day I lost faith in other people. I started to not give a shit about anything. I ruined my 4.0, would never be valedictorian, and would never get accepted to Stanford. I was a little dramatic. I didn’t stop getting good grades because school was easy for me, but I also didn’t uphold my spot as #2. In my eyes, if I wasn’t first, I was last.

My shift went from caring about being smart, to caring about being cool. Some of the “popular” guys from the older grade started noticing me. This blew my mind considering I never really fit in. Sure enough, I started talking to one of them and he took my virginity. I let THE BIGGEST WHORE of the senior class take my virginity. Ironically it happened on my 17^th birthday (December 4, 2009). I wasn’t even dating him; I didn’t even want to date him. I literally did it because I thought I was the last person in my grade to have sex, and thought having sex would make me more “cool”. Well I had created the perfect storm: I didn’t care about school; I only cared about myself; yet I was really insecure; I had hardly any close girlfriends; I had a strong desire to be popular; and then throw alcohol in there for the first time too.

Well, I ended up meeting “the man of my dreams”. In other words, I fell in love, but I didn’t know it, or maybe I did, but I thought it was temporary. I thought you could love everyone like that. When I say like that, I mean it was fricking insane. We were inseparable. I didn’t care about anyone but him. I would run away from my house for weeks and find ways to stay with him. Looking back it was sooo irrational. Do you remember your first love? How crazy it was? The things it makes you do… I didn’t want to believe he was the one. I still had college and life to experience; you don’t meet the love of your life in high school.  So I cheated on him, a lot. It was my way of coping with the intense feelings of loving someone I felt I wasn’t supposed to love. To make a long story really short, he got really angry about it, severely injured his friend while blackout drunk, and went to jail. That was the end of that relationship… or so I thought.

I went to Panamá. I had to get as far away as possible from all of the horrible shit I went through growing up, I never wanted to think about it again, I wanted to erase the memories from my mind. It was a few months into Panama and life was great: I was a freshman in college, in a foreign country; I could do whatever I wanted; I was legal to go to the bars; I could take drugs without anyone knowing; I lived in a HOUSE; I was hanging out with people who had PERSONAL DRIVERS; you could pay off the cops when you got in trouble; college in a foreign country was easier than high school; and most importantly for the first time in my life I fit in. I finally had friends; I was “cool”. Once again I had created a perfect storm.

I had moved there in August, It was now December 4, 2011. Once again, it was my birthday.  I had such great friends, they planned me a THREE-day birthday extravaganza. I was the girl in high school that didn’t even have enough girlfriends to go out to dinner for my birthday. It was unreal. It was the first night of celebrating, and my actual birthday. My good friend who was a club promoter set up a huge party at the coolest bar in the city. I showed up and they gave me a free bottle of booze. An hour and a half into it I was in the bathroom, blacked out, puking. It is not acceptable to be belligerent in a bar, let alone in Panamá. They kicked me out, had it not been my birthday they probably would have called the police. Keep in mind I don’t even remember this; most of this is what I was told. In Panamá you cannot, or at least should not ride in a Taxi alone, ESPECIALLY if you are a woman and are drunk. This is literally because the taxi driver would probably rape you and rob you. My friends sent me home with someone I thought was a good friend of mine. He was supposed to make sure I got home and got into my house okay. The person that was supposed to prevent me from getting raped, raped me.

The next day I didn’t remember anything. This is both a curse and a blessing. The guy left my house and I went into my bedroom to clean up before I left to go to the beach for my 2^nd birthday party. I found a used condom under my bed. I started to panic, but being the person I am, I just completely ignored it. We went to the beach and the guy was there. We had a minute alone and I asked him, did you have sex with me last night? He said, “yes”, like it was no fucking big deal. I know he knew I was blacked out, and it was my mother-fucking birthday. Why didn’t he care? Did he really think this was okay? What was I supposed to do? Should I yell at him and risk all of my friends taking his side over mine? They had known him longer and I obviously was no angel. What if they didn’t care? I will never forget it; I was speechless. I didn’t say a word, I was hoping, thinking, praying, he was going to say no.

Ironically I got really sick, like physically sick, like flu sick. I wanted to get fucked up, I wanted to forget about what happened, but I never wanted to drink again. I had already been doing a bunch of different drugs in Panama, drugs are much more casual there. It is literally like hey you want a beer, ecstasy, or LSD? No big deal… So I decided in that moment I would never drink again and I would just take drugs. GREAT thinking huh? Well I was flu sick, (looking back I’m pretty sure I was just mentally disgusted causing me to be physically sick), so I did what any druggie would do and robo tripped. We had to drive from the beach house to a remote beach like 45 min away.  There was a DJ, lights were set up, we were on the fricking beach, it was unreal, could you have any better of a birthday party? Well, I didn’t even leave the car. I claimed I was sick, cold, and wanted to sleep, but I wasn’t going to make my friends miss it. I stayed in that car for 6 hours, or more. People came and gave me all sorts of drugs like ketamine, molly and weed. They were trying to do anything they could to keep me happy. They had no idea what was really going on… My soul in that moment was completely broken.

After that, I drank one more time and had just as awful of an experience, minus being raped. That was the last time I got drunk, New Years Eve, almost 3 years ago. People ask me a lot why I don’t drink. I often simply tell them drinking ruined one too many nights. That is true, but also a lie. The real reason I stopped drinking was because of LSD, commonly referred to as acid if you did not know.

People often think of acid as really scary. Acid is nothing to be afraid of, I was once afraid of it too. In fact I accidently tried it but that is a story for another day. Your subconscious is what you should fear. Acid gives you access to your subconscious, normally you only clearly have access to your subconscious through your dreams. The reason some people hallucinate on acid is because they are projecting their subconscious into hallucinations (like a dream). Fortunately my subconscious never projected scary hallucinations. As I started to trip acid more and more I slowly started becoming happier even when I was sober. I would trip and have huge epiphanies about how I needed to quit certain things. My subconscious was probably trying to show me all of these lessons in other ways, but acid was the only thing that was clear as day. I literally quit alcohol, cigarettes, cocaine, ketamine, and even had the strength to say no to new drugs for the first time in my life because of ACID. I know, it is ironic: drugs helped me quit drugs.

Albert Hoffman created acid with the idea that it had life extending properties. An often-unknown fact is that Albert Hoffman actually lived until he was 102 years old even after tripping on some of the highest dosages of acid ever recorded. In my personal opinion it was not the acid itself that made him live longer, it was the happiness that acid created in him that made him live so long. The people who live the longest lives, I can almost assure you, lived the happiest ones.

As I slowly started quitting all of the other drugs, and I became happier, I wanted to fix any little problems in my life that were making me unhappy. Acid even helped me realize that having sex with people who I didn’t love was causing problems in my life. So I even quit having sex. Once I quit having sex my mind was even more cleansed of its troubles.

One day someone mentioned the Ten Commandments. Keep in mind at this point I was atheist. I had always acknowledged that they were good morals to live your life by, but I never thought I had to follow them because even if God was real, everyone told me, “Jesus died for our sins”. Ironically, one of the only things I actually learned in confirmation was the Ten Commandments by memory, so I went over them in my head. I realized I was following all of them except for the ones about God. Then I also remembered that the bible says something about how if we follow these things, we will be happy. I literally had a smile plastered across my whole face. The fact that I had been so happy ever since following them, even without realizing I was following them, I realized God MUST exist.

In the three weeks after I had this epiphany that I was a believer again, people constantly commented on how happy I looked. They kept asking me, “What are you on?” and it made me so happy that I could finally simply say, “nothing at all”. I was sober. I was just high on life. I was high off of the fact that I had awesome friends, lived in a beautiful country, and had not a single problem in the world. I realized that people aren’t addicted to drugs; they are addicted to the void it fills in their life. People who are alcoholics I have discovered usually have confidence issues. The alcohol is literally liquid courage. Other people use it to forget memories, or simply try to forget that they are such unhappy people. People who smoke cigarettes are addicted to the temporary relief of anxiety. That anxiety in their life is most likely because they lack the communication skills to talk about their problems, which would relieve their anxieties by discussing them with other people. Everyone is so afraid to say what is on their mind because they fear getting judged by other people. The problem is, we all actually do judge, but we judge because God wants us to.

God uses us. We are his hands, we are his people, and he acts through us. I often make the problems in my life seem like no big deal, but it is only because of where I am at with God. He made me realize, those bad things were happening to me because they NEEDED to happen to me. Those bad things are what directed me straight to him. Had I been popular in high school, I wouldn’t have lost my virginity when I did; had I not lost my virginity when I did, I wouldn’t have met my boyfriend; had I not met my boyfriend, he would never have gone to jail; had he not gone to jail, I would not have gone to Panama; had I never gone to Panama, I would have never gotten raped; had I never gotten raped, I would have never stopped drinking alcohol; had I never stopped drinking alcohol, I would have never stopped having sex; had I never stopped having sex, I would have never accidently stopped sinning; had I never accidently stopped sinning, I would have never found God; had I not found God I couldn’t help other people to find him too. The funny thing is, I was never looking for God. I realized God was always looking for me, I just had to open my eyes and connect the dots and they created an arrow right to him.

Before I continue, don’t get scared away by the word God. I always was too. God can be COMPLETELY different in EVERY way to you than he is to everyone else.

I am now so happy. But a part of being so happy was realizing problems are still going to happen, but they are always for a reason. They are to keep you on the right track. God will provide for you a yellow brick road (in other words a really easy life path), but you must first clear your subconscious. You don’t need to take acid to clear you subconscious, that just helped me speed up the process so I can help you all to do it without. My subconscious was simply cleared when I started listening to it. When I got a thought in the back of my mind to do something, I did it. I still do it. That subconscious is God. He gives you the free will to acknowledge him or not.

Let me just tell you what has happened since I acknowledged he is my subconscious. He tells me to message my old boyfriend and apologize for cheating on him; boyfriend accepts forgiveness after I never think he would; God tells me to drop out of school and move home; God tells me to send my parents my 150 page “book” I wrote about everything that happened in Panama; parents think I am crazy and treat me like a mental patient; met up with my boyfriend; felt the crazy psychotic love again; told him I wanted to get married before we had sex again; he didn’t understand; I tried to make him understand, but you just can’t make someone see it. I was scared of losing him, so I broke everything I had worked toward and occasionally had sex with him. Once again I had created the perfect storm.

Ironically my birthday came around again, December 4, 2012. What was previously the worst day of my life became the best day of my life. It was the day we made my son. I know this because like I said, we only occasionally had sex, so my boyfriend convinced me to give him birthday sex for MY birthday.

So I got pregnant; my boyfriends family still hated me; my family thought I was a nut case; we had absolutely zero money; I had already had an abortion in which I already felt extremely, extremely guilty for (long story for another day) so I was certainly going to keep it. So take what should have been a wonderful miracle and great news and just crumple it up in a ball and throw it in the garbage.

So we did what we thought we should do, we got engaged. He moved into my parent’s house and literally put his bank account to zero to buy my ring. Well once again another storm brewed up. I was deadly pregnant ill, hormonal, and still didn’t want to have sex because we were not married; we were living with my parents who made me feel like a worthless piece of shit because I had no college degree or job; I went back to school to please my parents; then my boyfriend was making enough money so we decided I could stay home with the baby once he was born; boyfriend’s mom who works a lot DID NOT LIKE THIS; parents did not like this because they knew I would not finish school; got dumped or broke up with by my boyfriend once a month all 9 of the months I was pregnant; baby is born; finally bought our own house; house is not  in my name so it is his house and he reminds me of that frequently; I technically have no money; we fight constantly because we are still not married, and he randomly decides he wants to “kick me out” every month leaving me with nothing; fight even more because I still don’t want to have sex with him because we still aren’t married. He won’t marry me because we fight, we fight because he wants sex, and we don’t have sex because we aren’t married.

Is this coming together for you yet? Two months ago or so, I finally got really pissed. I finally decided I wasn’t going to let anyone make me feel guilty about following all of the Ten Commandments, I don’t care if it is the father of my child. My life is damn good when I follow them; my life is damn good now (minus all the bull shit I just outlined). Then I had another huge epiphany. I was blaming myself for so much of what was happening but then I realized, NONE of that bullshit has to do with me. Sometimes we blame our problems on other people and they are our own, but SOMETIMES we blame our problems on other people because they really are caused from other people.

Unfortunately sins include other people. When you lie you are affecting yourself, the person hearing the lie, the person that might hear the lie from that person and so forth. When you kill someone you are affecting obviously that person, that persons family, yourself and so forth.  And most importantly, in this situation, my boyfriend not wanting to wait for marriage was affecting me, our son and even our families.  

I stopped feeling guilty. I stopped being afraid. I was sucked right back into what I worked so hard to escape from.  I was pleasing other people instead of pleasing myself. The problem is, I am human. Humans get pleasure from giving pleasure.  Over the past few months that my boyfriend and I have been completely celibate I have learned how to get pleasure in so many other ways, he will openly admit he knows it has made our relationship way better. And it helped me to realize something huge: I really do love him for better or worst, but even more importantly, I love myself for better or worst.

HERE IS THE MAIN POINT: I truly got to a place in my life where I am not sinning. Now I am only human, so I mess up, but I also fess up. Not just to God, I fess up to the people I include in my sins.

So this is my confession, to everyone in the world. I am sorry. I am sorry that my sins contributed to other people having to sin. I work every single day to make up for these sins. When I remember a sin I committed, I take care of it, IMMEDIATELY.

These are the vows I am saying to myself, all of you and God:
I vow to always love me

I vow to always forgive me
I vow to not sin
I vow to make up for the sins I have already committed

I vow to not let other people’s sins affect me

I vow to forgive others
Most importantly, I vow to LOVE EVERYONE, because we are all sinners, and only love can change that.

If you haven’t already read my Big Bang Creation Theory, please do so now.

I want to add a piece to that puzzle. Remember it is not my job as a philosopher to tell you what to think, just train you how to think.  According to my theory “God’s Days” are not just a day. They are a large number of years. Please think about this:

WHAT IF the “end of the world in 2012” was really the end of God’s 7^th day. What if we are now on God’s 8^th day? What if God’s 8^th day means heaven on earth? What if all we had to do, to attain world peace, is follow his commandments? What if Jesus died for our sins, not so that we could sin, but so that we had time to learn from our sins? What if the time to stop sinning is now? Could you do it?

Let me just say, with man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.


I added this pic, because it is one of the only pics I was not ready for. I believe when you are genuinely happy, someone can take a picture of you whenever, and it will show.

Philosophy of Philosophers

Well now that I shared a piece of my philosophy with you I should also share a little about myself. I can't give it all away because I am writing a memoir and would like to force you all to read it :)

The life of a philosopher is often just as important, if not more important, than the philosophy itself. This is because their philosophy obviously comes from their life! If you didn't already know, society is GREATLY influenced by philosophy. Now, when most people look for advice they look to the people who appear to have their shit together. Ironically, most philosophers have really shitty lives and most people don't even know that about them. And even more ironically we make them out to be really great people, when many of them really were not. Philosopher's take their life's bullshit and turn it into gold, and we thank them for it by only paying attention to the good (the philosophy, not their individual life stories).  But I don't think that is what they actually intended, because I think people would like them a whole lot more if they did know how shitty their lives were (ironic I know, I LOVE IRONY).

Now, I am quite young, I am only 22. And it might seem dramatic but up until a a few years ago I had a really shitty life, or so I thought. This qualifies me to be a philosopher now….

I was born in Switzerland, moved to ohio then moved to Minnesota where I did most of my growing up. I never really fit in at school, I was always very intelligent and good at everything I did. Quite simply put: people didn't like me for it. I went through a lot of friends. I, like anyone, wanted to be cool. I didn't understand why the cool kids didn't like me. Was I not pretty enough? Was I not funny enough? What was my problem? Well anyways, when I got into middle school my sister tried committing suicide. In my opinion, I had a shitty life, yet I would never try to kill myself so why the fuck would she? I was still young though. When you are young your negative feelings can still be easily overcome by all of the positive ones. After my sister did that, a lot of blame was put on me and my oldest sister. I gained a lot of resentment towards both my sister and my parents. My oldest sister moved out the first chance she got so in my really "intense high school growing up phase" I had no one. This was my own unfortunate choice (it all happens for a reason) but I hated my parents, hated my sister, didn't have the sister I sorta liked, and had no stable friends. So I was like WTF am I doing here???!?

So my first year of college I moved to Panama. The country, not the city in Florida. So I was in a foreign country, I couldn't even call my parents if I wanted to, I didn't speak the language, I only knew one person in which happened to be one of the only people who actually knew who I sort of was, and I was on a mission. I was on a mission to make my life better. And I did just that.

BUT, and this is a big but, I realized a big thing. I was trying to take credit for making my life better alone. People always tell you "no one can make you do anything, no one can change you but you…etc" and they are right, but people can GREATLY influence you into changing. I had friends there that COMPLETELY let me be who I was, and they loved me for it, they didn't dislike me for the things that they disliked about me…. Let me explain this.

I went through a lot of friends in my childhood because as I changed, they didn't allow me to change, or change with me. I left them behind because I have always known, or felt, life is about change. Then I got to Panama and I changed more in that one year than I did in 18 years combined and every one of my friends there still stuck by my side through it. I had non-stop huge epiphanies that year and do almost every day since. They taught me so much. They didn't even know it. They opened their lives to me, brought me into their families, introduced me to their friends. I finally belonged!!!

Anyways, come to find, they were like that because they have a totally different culture there. You don't get to choose between 800 people of who you like. Many of them were in school with the same 30 people in their class for like 10 years. THEY HAD to learn to find the good in everyone, making them much more acceptable of the bad. They knew everyone was good and bad. I felt like here it is hide your bad, pretend to be all good. They watched each other change, they were a part of each others change, and they LOVE to help you change. If you didn't know Panama is rated as the happiest country in the world… I think I have the answers why.

I want to bring all of these answers to you, and I have to do that by opening up and sharing my good bad and ugly. You can change peoples lives by sharing your philosophy as well! Let me just end with this…

YOU are a philosopher because part of your life has probably been really shitty!! Turn that shit into gold. Think of it like this… What if before you were born you got to choose everything that happened to you? What if you chose to encounter some bad so that someone could learn from your mistake and not have to encounter it themselves? That is my reality, my mistakes are for your lessons. Please share your philosophy, with me, with your friends, with anyone. And most importantly allow people to change, and change yourself. Reach out to people and tell them you have changed, and that you are sorry you didn't do it with them, but now you have the tools to help them. Remember, everything happens for a reason but not all of those reasons are yours.



(I didn't have time to edit this let me know if you find any mistakes)

The Big Bang Creation Theory.

PLEASE REMEMBER: This is philosophy. It is not meant to tell you what to think, it is supposed to help you think in another way. This is what my brain accepts as reality. I shuffled words around a million times to make this article short enough, but still with enough information, to properly get the message across. I would LOVE comments good, bad, and ugly; for that is how I grow. Please take your time reading to truly understand everything; every point is very important to the big picture. Enjoy!

Who said you had to choose science over religion? The Pope says you don’t! He acknowledges that the Big Bang and creation can both be true. The truth of the matter (laugh, it is a pun) is that science lacks a lot of answers, as does religion. They are both just theories coming from different standpoints. When merged however, they perfectly pick up each other’s flaws. Let’s examine it further:

E=MC^2. This equation discovered by the incredible Albert Einstein means that all matter is energy. In regards to this equation they later discovered the law of conservation of energy. This states that Energy cannot be lost nor created only change forms.

If all matter is energy, humans in FACT are energy (because we are in fact made up of matter); and if energy cannot be lost nor created only change forms, your energy has not been created nor will ever be lost, it has and always will exist. But you can, and have, changed form.

In regards to form, what creates our form is the matter in which we are composed of. Well fortunately, due to science we also know what all matter is composed of. That is what we have the handy dandy Table of Periodic Elements for. The elements of this table don’t only apply to earth, but to space as well.

With that being said, back to energy! All of those atoms, that make up elements, which make up matter, are essentially just energy as well. So the whole universe is just energy. If the whole universe is energy and energy cannot be lost or created, just change forms, that means the whole universe was always here.

We have been arguing about the creation of the universe, and it was never even created! It only changed forms.

This brings us to the question, how did the universe get into the form that it is today? So, to answer this we must bring in a science lesson on motion. The first law of motion states that an object at rest will remain at rest and an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an outside force.

If the universe indeed had no visible form, it was just energy in its singular form, the atom, something had to act upon it to get it moving (or if you want to say banging) into the form it is today. That something could only be other energy.

Now let me bring in a little religion, still keeping on the track of science. If the universe was formless and at rest something had to act upon it. As we know, there are two kinds of energy: Kinetic energy and potential energy. Potential energy is exactly what it sounds like, stored energy. Kinetic energy is energy that is in motion. So it is safe to say that of all the energy that has and always will exist, some of it is naturally kinetic, or moving.

I would like to change the typical image of who or what God is. Essentially, just like us, just like everything, he is just energy in some form. When you say “he” don’t picture a man. God said he created us in his image but we look like energy, our energy just happens to have a distinct form.

Essentially God is to religion as kinetic energy is to science. God=Kinetic Energy

Now this brings us to a lot of religion and a lot of science. To bring it all together we have to use the facts from both, simultaneously.

Remember, belief is never going to be taken out of the picture. Belief is a part of science and a part of religion. My hope is to make people realize that they truly are the same, just said in different ways and from very different times.  

God’s creation is best explained in Genesis 1. This is the King James official version.

(Corresponding scientific explanation will be in parenthesis)

¹ In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

² And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

³ And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

⁴ And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.

⁵ And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.

(To accurately interpret you have to look at it from God’s perspective. God was trying to give humans an explanation that they could understand. Humans obviously had absolutely no understanding of science.

God creates human days on a different day. So remember, a human day is the rotation of the earth; a day to God could mean whatever amount of time. So when God says he did all of this on the first day, it was God’s first day.

“In the beginning” cannot be thought of as the beginning of the universe because like we already explained, it is the beginning of the universe in this form. The universe is infinite. Humans obviously couldn't understand the concept of infinity at this time. 

When God says that “he created” the heaven and the earth, he doesn’t mean making something in the physical sense. He says in the very next sentence it had no form. When God creates something in the physical sense he specifically says, “Let there be”. So think of created as the manifestation of an idea.

At the time, humans couldn’t process the vast idea of a universe; we still hardly can with today’s knowledge. So Instead of referencing it as a universe he called it heaven thus by saying “created heaven and the earth” he manifested the idea of what form the universe would become. 

“The earth was without form, and void” by saying this he is saying the earth didn’t exist, he doesn’t say anything about heaven being without form, and void. Thus proving, the point that heaven (the universe) was never created, it just changed forms.

“The Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” Two key words: Spirit, which obviously means energy; moved, which obviously means kinetic. This is where God literally tells us he is kinetic energy.

He proceeds to tell us “let there be light”. He creates the sun and the moon on another day, so the light he creates on this day is different. If you have ever seen the electromagnetic spectrum, humans can only see a very small fraction of it, something we obviously discovered through science. God created light so that his energy could see the matter he was forming.)

⁶ And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.

⁷ And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.

⁸ And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.

(To begin, on God’s day two, he references water. He NEVER says anything about him making or creating it, thus again proving God does not claim to have created everything. It is well known that water exists all throughout space and they have recently proven that the earths water is older than the matter of the sun!

The modern dictionary defines firmament as the vault of heaven; sky. This is probably because it says, “God called the firmament Heaven”. Humans had no idea of what a firmament is, it is a word native to the Bible. God confuses us because the first time, he tells us what it is in the very same sentence, “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters”. Therefore, at this point God’s definition of a firmament is a division or divider.

The division between earth and space is the atmosphere. Without an atmosphere pushing all the matter down, there couldn’t be an “earth”. So in that sentence he is referring to the atmosphere being the firmament.

Remember these are dumb humans that know hardly anything. They had no idea what they sky was, what made it, what gravity or an atmosphere was. Everything just was the way it was and they accepted it.

Now, we named the universe “the universe” because it is UNI or one place. As we know, there is no division between energy. There is nothing to stop it from reacting with all of the other energy around it. It is all one. It all has always been one. It needs each other. It is all a part of each other.   

This is the most important part!!! “God called the firmament Heaven”. The atmosphere is part of the Earth; the earth is part of the universe. Once again, humans had no way of processing the universe. By calling the “firmament” heaven, which is what humans could visibly see, he is calling the universe heaven, not just the sky; not just outer space; also the earth. )

⁹ And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.

¹⁰ And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.

(At last, this is where God names his idea of Earth. It is just the “dry land”)

I could go on to talk about the rest of the creation in Genesis however it starts to deal with evolution, a lesson for a later date. As for now I want to reiterate the most important part about this; the part many people fail to realize.

The Universe is all one. It isn’t growing or shrinking, it may be changing form, and probably rapidly moving. We are all one. Our energy has and always will be present and will change form as well.

God calls the Universe Heaven. The earth is a part of Heaven. The earth is Heaven. Many people on earth however make it hell. It is a choice.

It is up to everyone to make Earth as it intended to be. Quit waiting to die to “live in Heaven”. You’re in it now. Open your eyes, you can do whatever, have whatever, and be whatever you want.

Unfortunately something some people fail to realize is that even in Heaven, there are rules. Not many, just 10. But it wouldn’t be Heaven without them. Live by God’s laws now, and make what we call earth, what God calls Heaven.

Amen