Category Archives: Spirit and Beliefs

A discussion of various topics concerning our views on things spiritual. The posts are designed to provoke interesting discussions and thoughts; inflammatory and hostile comments will be deleted at the decision of the moderator when he is notified.

Help My Sister – Go Fund Me…

I stepped into new waters today by creating a GoFundMe for my Sister, Darci.  The three separate cancers are wearing her down and the money situation only made it worse.  I could not help much with the actual cancer part, but I did tell her I thought it would help to do a fund raiser.  This one should reach more people.  I struggled with doing it for about an hour and my learning curve went up in the process.  What I can say is that it’s a great idea and I hope it works as well as I think it does.

You can see it here: Darci’s Fund Raiser Donation

Please let as many of your friends see this (copy or reblog) and ask them to do the same.

Even those (like me!) who really can’t spare much, may feel $5 to be okay to part with to help Sis.

Regardless, thanks for reading this post.  I love you all, even if I don’t know you – my soul does.

Namaste,

Scott

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Whoa! Didn’t Quite Expect That – Guess I Should Have

On Jun 8th, I shared a post on Facebook.  It drew attention I hadn’t really anticipated.  Then I decided to answer the attention.  Then I decided it was, perhaps, worth a post to get some of your responses.
Below is the post.
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June 6 at 5:14pm · 
Comments
xxxxxxxx: Well 7 of 9 supreme court justices don’t agree. Plus all the things listed people are refusing to sell, not make. Finally they have just showed the intolerance that groups have for people with religious beliefs. The very thing they rail against. WHY would you even consider forcing and giving your hard earned money to someone who doesn’t approve of your lifestyle, there were surely other bakers who would have been happy to take the couples money. So whose being the a#%h@*”?

Scott L Vannatter
Scott L Vannatter You know, the only reason I posted this was because so many people use their religious beliefs to belittle and tell people why they are wrong. I have friends who are LBGT. Not all of them are great people. But, notwithstanding the fact that they have their own prejudices, most of them are pretty tolerant of an awful lot. Not all religious people are bad either. Not all of them stand behind their prejudices 100% either. I have friends on both sides of the fence. I like those people, not because they can’t stand something, but because they are just nice people. xxxxxxx, I have to admit I didn’t fully understand all you said. I didn’t go and look up any of the “facts” you stated. All of those may be right. There is some evidence of intolerance for people with religious beliefs who have prejudices toward others who don’t share their beliefs. I also don’t know who created this as far as I don’t know her as a person. What I do know is that the LBGT has to tolerate a lot more prejudice, in general, than pretty much any religion (perhaps, other than Muslim). I am not siding with anyone here. I found it Funny and a finger pointing at most groups we have. I think the key words are “hides his bigotry behind religion.” Not all religious people do this. However, there are those who are truly afraid of anyone who disagrees with their religious beliefs. My spiritual beliefs are very open and I am happy with that. If you are happy with your own religious beliefs, wonderful. I wouldn’t try to change yours. I believe in allowing each person the freedom to follow their heart and soul as long as they don’t forcefully tread on someone else’s right. Thanks for commenting. 
Would love to hear your comments,
Namaste,
Scott

On Hating Yourself…

Let me preface this with another TED talk.  Watch it if you wish, it is rather sad, but informative...The Depressed Comic.

I watched this and what it truly did was to bring back memories.  Memories of my youth, my 20s, my 30s, my 40s, and even some of my 50s.

A lot of the blogging world knows me.  They know Scott, the guy who had the NDE when he stroked out at a restaurant, and who came slowly back to life and health to be who I am now. Yep, a lot of you whom I call friends know that me.  Some of you out there know some about that earlier me.  Some of my friends around me know that me; some of my family even, however, I don’t think anyone knows the early me very well.

I say this because of a discussion/confession I had with my Mom not too awfully long ago.  This was a discussion about my late Dad.  We were talking and I spoke up (finally) about how Dad only gave me two options in college:  Doctor or Minister.  I went to high school with only those two opportunities under my belt.  I dreamed of other things, but those were it.  Dad said either make good money or serve God.  I said this to Mom and her response was, “No, he didn’t.”  My response back was, “You weren’t there.”  This went on just a bit and I told her there were a lot of things Dad told me that she, most likely, didn’t know.  I always assumed she was in agreement with him (why wouldn’t I?).  I told her about how mean Dad often treated me (actually, to him, it was just manly, the way you were supposed to).  She didn’t believe me, at first.  She just kept saying, “You know your father loved you.” It was almost a question.  I told her that I know that now, but then?  I was little and it didn’t feel like love.

I tell you all that so you can understand that I went to college as a young man who knew nothing of sex (it wasn’t talked about), little of life, and studying a subject that I only thought I wanted: religion.

I saw God as “our Father”, mean (for our own good), merciful (to a point), and punishing (if you didn’t follow His ways).  He was my father, and, to be truthful -it scared me- but I didn’t really like Him.  There was a side to me that was wanting to know about sex, about young women, about life, about death, about everything – you know, normal.  And, I had become so scared of what the world might think that I gave it all up to be the “perfect” giver, doing everything for everyone except myself.  Because of this, I didn’t sleep, got sick often, had stomach problems, was nervous, and had a deep complex about myself.  I wanted to go to Heaven, but “knew” I didn’t deserve it.

I got married, raised two wonderful children, got divorced, dated, remarried, took care of two other children, saw mine on scheduled times, tried to please everyone, and was tired, miserable, still sick, and heading toward a reckoning.

That reckoning had begun when my local doctor had prescribed Prozac, the wonder drug, for me.  I felt the difference the very next day.  Life lifted, colors were brighter, I was better, a little happier.  I stayed on Prozac quite awhile, quite a bit during my first marriage. I went off it, without asking my doctor, and, about a month later, had a bad episode.  Now, things get fuzzy in this time, so I will just summarize:

I began to get worse, my marriage was falling apart, I started to see a counselor.  He passed in the last couple of years and I wish I had seen him one more time to tell him all of the good he did me. Anyway, I continued working, went through my second divorce (one that took longer and was harder on me), got to the point that I threw up every day after work and would walk miles until I could handle being home and still.  I was constantly afraid of nearly everything and had high blood pressure (partly handled) and just a mess in general.

Finally the break (not a break, but an episode) where I had to call my parents to come get me and, over dinner at Pizza Hut, talk them into taking me to a Stress Center.  Actually, had to go to emergency ward and tell the doctor that “No, I had considered suicide; I just had times when I wished I weren’t around.”  I checked into a Center and stayed two weeks.  Did me a lot of good, but the doctor who treated me was later found guilty of Medicare Fraud, lost his Indiana license, and I don’t know about jail or fine or whatever.

I went back to work, within a few weeks I went back to the Center for the weekend (I was told this was quite normal), then lived very skittishly at work and home.  Actually, I had moved back home with my parents and made a 45 minute commute daily to work.  My routine was to get up, work, drive home, watch TV till 10, go to bed, and repeat.  On Friday evenings, I immediately began worrying about Monday morning.

I quit my job after about 6 years over stress and all, tried to write a book, then went back to school to teach elementary school and thought my dreams had come true.  I got to teach special education for 6 years, but had never handled my stress, depression, and anxiety very well.

On May 7, 2010, in the evening, I was on a date with my girlfriend.  We were having a discussion/argument over staying together and I had a stroke.  She took me to the hospital and, for the next 15 months.  I went through rehab and counseling before trying to go back to teaching.  I made it 7 months,stopping in Feb of my 7th year, and became disabled.

I have found that, becoming disabled, has been the best thing for my life.  I have also learned that Life works this way, God works this way.

The stroke reset my brain, as is often the case, and I became settled for the first time in my memory.  I have problems: issues with balance, trouble with double vision, a bit of weakness here and there, and short-term memory issues.  However, my OCD disappeared, as did my depression.  My counselor gave me that diagnosis, saying that while I still had a little anxiety, she found no depression!  I take a small anti-depressant/anti-anxiety (always good to cover both, I am told, as anti-anxieties can bring about depression), but am just very happy, positive, and see life as loving.  I am upbeat, outspoken, and unafraid to talk about anything (sometimes a bit too much so, I am told).  I am a new person.

And so, I started my blog after leaving teaching and here I am: whole and happy.

Now, you know a lot more about me.  Do you need to talk?  Do you want to share?  I am here bookman23@comcast.net.  I am not afraid to take that step with you.  Read other posts…you will see.

Namaste,

Scott

OMG!!!

I can’t introduce this woman or her talk other than to say 2 things:

  1. It starts out dealing with her cancer.
  2. That’s the only thing about cancer in the talk.

The Talk!

Wow!!!

Namaste,

Scott

The Way to Love and Freedom – The Way to Look at the World!

Well, I’m bbbbaaaaaccckkkkk!  Sorry for disappearing. I had hip replacement surgery almost 3 weeks ago and it set me on my rear for a time.  I am not back to normal yet, there is some pain, but I am getting around the house with no cane, a cane or walker in public, and can’t drive just yet.  So, I am getting there and this is where I wanted to spend my time – with my WordPress friends!  All of you!

So, to get back into the swing, I am bringing to you one speaker, Pam Grout, of the “Hay House World Summit”  The Summit can be looked at here: Summit

And here is an interview with Pam Grout: Pam Grout Interview

Enjoy!

Namaste,

Scott

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