Spreading the Spiritual
Teachings of Mother and Her enlightening words,
for preparing for the After Life.
We are a hard drive
religion. We exist because it is far cheaper for our
members to read on their computer Mothers' Word
then attended a church, temple, or mosques on any given
day. In the old days it was a newsletter that kept our
members in touch. Filing cabinets filled many places.
Storage was always a problem and donation of material
was also a problem.
A hundred years ago Mothers'
Word would have been printed and sent to our members
by post. Even with a copy machine, postage was a problem and
space was a problem. Even with the computer age that save
hours of time putting out Mothers' Word was still
costly to both us and to members.
Only with the event of the
WEB has it been profitable to members both in time and their
wealth have we finally come of age.
Word can been seen world wide just by typing in
our name costing nothing to our members. Membership fees
or tithe are by the most part a thing of the past. We
lack expense we are finally that well sort after cheap
religion. Mothers' Word can be change
daily, weekly, monthly in minutes, actually the whole
WEB page can be change in a few minutes so that personal
messages can be sent to members that live in countries
that have religious restrictions.
Unlike other religious
organizations that need to sell snake oil to stay alive
we need little beyond the cost of the WEB site. It was
decided many years ago that even to have a building to
house the office was a waste of money. While we could
put all of the operation on a hard drive and/or storage
CD disk. By using a removable thumb drive
Mothers' Word can be move from computer to
computer from house to house from city to city.
Our world now moves in the
cyber space in clouds of data of the electronic world. Similar
to our Mother and Her life as an
We are a simple religion, we
do not bow to our Entity we stand upright or pray to
Her instead we ask. We sell nothing and buy even less.
To us Her light is real, Her words are truth,
Her touch is warm, and Her spirit flows within
us. Her words are our map to the After Life.
What we look for in an
member is intelligent more then a jr. college education.
A person that is well skilled in the art of knowledge
with a degree of science in their background maybe
multi-language would help. We are a open religion that
will accept anyone who has an open mind and believes
that we as humans can trace our ancestors back to the
plains of Africa 8 million years ago.
While others go to their
heaven WE go to the After Life. We decide our Forever while we
still have breath on this side of death. We seek to live
in death forever.
To the Elders:
Subject: Memory Lost;
My mother mind faded long before her body did,
while my father was as sharp as a tack until he fainted, hit his
head on a coffee table and in a flash die a very slow death. It took
him, after the plug was pulled 8 hours to stop breathing. Then
another 6 hours just to see if he was dead.
If I fellow my mother then in another 20 years
I shall also being able to remember my past to that of a blank
slate. May not have to wait that long as it takes me longer to
recognize that faces I meet, for their names that is even worst.
I do have one of those little books that I read to remember bunch of
useless facts. That it seems that I can forget just as fast as I
Seeing old faces about what happen decades ago
when at that time in the past our families would go out to church
weekend canoe trips. Where most of the time the only thing that
lighted up the sky were stars, a camp fire and Mother who with Her
static electric would light up strings of Christmas lights.
At time She would appear as in a human
form or as She imprinted on each person mind the image most was
appealing to them. Those were the times and if it was around the 4th
the sky would alight with Her flashes.
It was back then even Her present even in a far
off out of the way encampment would be almost impossible
because of Her energy. A walking lighting bolt would cause major
electric grid outage. Those is the West that have Her as a guest in
their encampments are far from towns so as not to have Her energy
disrupted the cell phone towers or bring down the electric grid.
Cell phones can be fried from Her image and unless your close to Her
that image is just a blur.
That is tricky with the human memory, it
forgets a lot of things. Like not only Her face, but that of my
Now think of those other faiths where image of
their God does not exist and even their ancient elders are only a
guess. Their is no image of the Christian Jesus none was drawn of
him, neither was a bust made of him he could as many has said was a
figure without form for if he was the son of God, then it would not
be any image of him so that only a God would be worship and not a
Under Islam there is no image of "The Prophet"
as if he shall not be worship.
Even the writings of what happen from the birth
to the death of Jesus was written decades after everything was to
happen. That way anything of the truth can be written by those
that write history.
Memory is shape by bits and pieces to be put
together by other things happening around you. Those that were
at the encampment and saw the impact of Her lighting strikes on the
sandy beach, turning mounds of sand into glass as gift to us
from Her. I for one have lost most of that memory to time.
I have lost those memories of most of my
childhood even important events that were important then are not
now. My first homerun (rare) more of the strike outs, that touchdown
in college, the swim meet, my first kiss of the most lovely female
high school student (her kindness) and other bumps in my long life.
As the memories fade so does my past events and
putting memories together are more for the younger people then for
me. How many times I have tripped in my life, over and over
again. Maybe as the many times I have just looked the other way as
history was being made. Do not remember any class mates for the
years I went to college, nor do I remember those I work with, in the
number of companies I have work in.
How bad is that last month for the end of the
year holidays my sister did a video to me on this desktop computer.
I took me minutes to remember her face, that my answers to her was
more of just shaking my head yes.
I have a detail map in the car of where I need
to go, have learn not to travel to far from where I put my head
down. Next to this desktop I have a set of pictures of faces I
must know about. Those who I must know about. The others are
just passing ships in the shadows of the night.
Think about our President Biden who must
remember hundreds of faces from his past. I do mean must. Far better
than past Trump who without a score cards keeps getting faces mixed
up. Trump might have a way out since he has slowed down and does not
meet so many people these days.
His wife if not standing next to him,
talks into a hidden mic that sends a signal to Trumps ear piece.
Trump being Trump when he talks off the subject can get away with
it. He has been off the subject for years and not always as a
comedic routine he just forgets what he is talking about.
Guess as I can if it is not written down in
stone the pasted that I have lived will fade from my mind. Most
people I have met have long ago forgot me. Even my high school
reunion every time I met with them no one as in high school
Now on the other hand, there are 12
people who looks like me. Dead ringers. Because I have been told
from others that they do look like me even that when seen it was not
Dad! What did you do in the Navy, again?