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Ok, I wrote my remarks after every section.. Would like to see your answers to some of my questions. This was a tough one to get through.. Took me a few times and rewrites before I got a final paper. Good writing!
Who am I? I am a woman. I am a mother, made before I was ready to let go of my maiden years. I am a fierce protector of my child. I am a ditz. I dye my hair red because I always wanted red hair. Since I was 10 and saw The Little Mermaid I wanted red hair. I wear contacts because I hate my glasses. I am happy and I am loved. I am a musician and pride myself on my voice. I am a writer and a packrat, and I refuse to throw away the silly story I wrote in 5th grade just because it was I who wrote it. I am a "squishy"... too soft to be a softy, and even sobbed like a child during the series finale of "Dawson's Creek". I am ticked because I won't get my "Angel" fix until October. I hate my body because of the changes that occurred when I was pregnant with my son, yet I am blessed to have been a part of the miracle of life. I dwell on my past, yet look forward to tomorrow. I am a dreamer and a cynic. I am me, Ravenna Angelline!
Ok, first question is this: Why do you feel the way you do
above? For instance.. why dye your hair red? What makes you want to be something
different? No answers needed.. just something to think on. I would like an answer as to the intrinsic
value of your 5th grade story. What makes it so special? Does this make it sacred?
The story that I wrote is called “The Magical Years”.
I was invited to join in the “Young Authors Conference” and one of
the deals is that only 2 students are chosen from each grade from each school to
participate in the conference, and I was one of the students in my grade.
Each student must write a
story to share with the other students, and so I wrote my first story ever.
It’s silly, one of my characters (she’s 11 years old.) buys a lottery
ticket and hits the jackpot… an amazing $1,000.
Which she then uses to buy a mansion, and then donates to charity…
I’m laughing as I remember this… it’s pretty funny.
But when I wrote it, it gave me such a rush… it made me realize that I
love to write… I’ve written so many short stories since then… all of them
silly, and even a few political
satires (my best was in 10th grade).
I have a passion for the written word, and that first silly story, is
what made me realize it. Yes, It is
a sacred thing. It calls up
memories of a happier, more innocent time in my life.
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A Discussion on the Words; Sacred, Moral and True
Good definition. I liked that a lot.
| Things that I See as Sacred: My son is sacred to me. His life is more precious to me than anything else. I have done many things for him so that he can have the best life possible. | |
| I consider the pictures, audiotapes, videos and CD's of my best friend, James, as sacred. He died 2 years ago, so they are all that remain to remind me of his spirit. They help me hold him close to me in my memories. | |
| My claddagh ring is sacred because it reminds me of my heritage and because I bought it for myself as a reminder of happier times (Buffy and Angel) when I was carefree and felt that I could conquer the world. | |
| My mom's black sapphire ring, because she gave it to me when I turned 17, after we were able to reunite for the first time in almost 7 years. It is gold with a heart shape and the sapphire is set in the center. There are three diamonds set at the point of the heart. | |
| The love letters I received from a boy in High School. I have them tied together with a ribbon in a shoe box, and once in a while, I drag them out and read them, smiling over memories of days long past. This boy is now a man, and we still talk and reminisce every so often, catching up on what the other has been doing over the last few months. |
Again, very good.
Although they almost all are physical items, you related them to the feeling you
have for them, what makes them sacred to you...
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Ah, morals and ethics? this is a tough one for me, because things that I see as
“wrong” might not be “wrong” to someone else. I used to
believe that sex before marriage was wrong but then I went ahead and had sex
before marriage. I violated my own ethical code, which just goes to show that people change and sometimes our morals change
to suit our needs.
Ok, here is my first question.. What does the morality of another have to do with your morals? Morality by its very nature is generally a pretty personal thing. Who determines morality? Who determines the morals you raise your family by? What caused you to change your morale outlook on premarital sex? Is it morally right to change our morals to fit situations?
Sometimes the morality of someone else affects me and my morals. Like the premarital sex deal. I believed that premarital sex was wrong because my church told me it was. I thought I would burn in hell if I even thought about sex before marriage. My views changed as I got older, and began to question the validity of the things I was taught. When I met my boyfriend (we were 16) he was already experienced in sexual matters, where I was not. His morals did not include “no sex before marriage”. He didn’t see it as something that was “wrong”, but at that time, I still did. When we talked about sex, I didn’t know what to decide. I did a lot of soul searching before making my own decision about it, and I talked to a lot of people about it, too. I think every person determines their own morality, and when it comes to raising families, the morals of the parents are what are used as guidelines in teaching our children. Right now, my morals are what my son is learning, but he also learns some of his morals from his father, too. I’m not sure what to think on the morality of changing our morals to fit our situations. I’ve actually never been asked that question before. I guess it depends on what morals a person is changing and why. My premarital moral changed to fit my situation because I didn’t want to seem like an uptight or “frigid” girl. I wanted to fit in, and be accepted. I was looking for love in all the wrong places (granted it sounds stupid now, but back then I was pretty stupid about things).
Things that I believe are morally wrong now:
What is the difference between an argument and a discussion? Sounds
like a discussion you describe above. Who determines what the valid reason
is? What makes this morally wrong as opposed to morally right?
The difference is that during a discussion, the people involved are acting like rational human beings, and in an argument, they are not. I guess if it’s a mutual topic of discussion then that is what is determined as a valid reason.My boyfriend and I, we argue, and when I think about it, I know it’s wrong, because our son sees this.It’s not healthy for him to see his mom and dad arguing over trivial things. It’s wrong when it becomes a habitual unhealthy practice, because instead of communicating, we are creating stress and hard feelings.
Ok, I get the picture, but why? What makes it morally wrong? Is it the act of drunk driving, even knowing what the result could be? Is this immoral because of the drinking or because it is irresponsible behavior?.
I can’t say that drinking in general is wrong, because I drink on occasion. What is wrong is drinking irresponsibly.
When I go out, we have a designated driver (which usually turns out to be
me). But what I believe is wrong is when even knowing the laws
about drinking and driving, people still get behind the wheel and drive. It’s just plain irresponsibility.
Domestic violence is when (usually) a couple get violent with each other. When hearing about domestic violence, it’s usually the man who would get violent with a woman, but it can be the other way around. Domestic violence is physical, mental, emotional or even sexual abuse. It violates my moral code because it’s isn’t right to humiliate someone with that kind of abuse. Watching my dad get beat up was disturbing, I kind of have a twisted vision of what love is supposed to be. I used think that it was okay for that kind of behavior to occur during a relationship, that that was what normal couples would do. As I got older, I learned that it wasn’t a good thing. When I think about justifying domestic abuse, I still don’t see any good reasoning for it. I don’t think there really is a justification for domestic violence.
Ok, loved the memories and time part.. it says why the stealing is wrong to you. Now explain a bit more on the validity of stealing. Think deeper.. look at things from a spiritual and moral depth, as opposed to thinking of a socially acceptable reason. Does common good outweigh the morality of the act of stealing?
I guess I would say that if I was to steal something from someone for the common good of someone else, I would have to say yes, it does outweigh the act of stealing. I’m wracking my brain trying to think of this in a different way, but take the U.S. justification for starting the war with Saddam… now, I’m not in the military, and I don’t fully understand what’s going on over there… and granted there are things that I just don’t know for whatever reason, but it was said that Saddam was stockpiling nuclear and biological weapons. We (the US) could have gone in there and stolen that stuff from him, and disposed of it safely, for the common good of the world. That would be a justification for stealing.
Ok, define to me how you determine the violation of the Rede.
I am in agreement that killing is bad, but when is it necessary? And how
is your interpretation of the rede allow that act of killing to be justified?
What about events or professions, which may require you to kill, like police,
soldier or executioner? Are these people bad because they do this?
Clarify, please, especially how the Rede plays a role. Check this against the
other five points, and see how it fits in there, also.
That was more of a sarcastic comment… sorry… sometimes when thinking of
intolerance… I just get ticked off. I
was once accused of sacrificing babies and cats by a close friend… needless to
say… we don’t talk anymore. In
order to be better people, we need to accept, and tolerate, that we are all
different people… we’re different and at the same time we are the same.
In WW2, those people… all the people who died, bled the same color
blood. They cried the same kind of
tears and had the same cries of fear. We
need to be responsible for the sins of past intolerance, but not dwell on them.
I don’t care about the “Burning Times” as much as some people do.
I understand that it was a real time in history, but that’s what it is.
History. That was
intolerance then, and it was intolerance during WW2, and it was intolerance on
9/11… let’s be responsible for the past, but not repeat it.
As Wiccans and pagans, it is our responsibility to teach others by living
our lives with tolerance. By living a life that tolerates the different races, sexual
orientations and different religions, we teach by example.
We need to teach our children, so that they may go out into the world and
teach others as well. Hate and intolerance are not family values.
It violates the Rede because the act of abandoning a child hurts them. Maybe the reasons behind the abandoning are good, but it still hurts children, who usually don’t understand the dynamics behind their parents’ choices. It can also be an act of responsibility for an adult to leave their children in the care of someone they know and trust. It depends on the situation. But in the case of people who would rather party than raise their children, it’s wrong. The abandonment of one’s beliefs and spirituality is a tough one. It happens everyday. People lose faith or in Christianity’s case, “lose their way”. When someone abandons their faith, it is a deep personal thing. Sometimes, it’s because those beliefs no longer fit the person they are right now. I abandoned my previous faith because it didn’t fit me, and I didn’t agree with their belief system. Self-abandonment is also a tricky subject. To abandon one’s self is like giving up on life itself. Would someone who committed suicide be under that sort of classification, abandoning their own self? I guess I would say yes, they did. They abandoned their own lives, for whatever reasons they might have.
An exception however, are drugs used for the relief of pain and suffering. I
have thought long and hard about Medical Marijuana use and have come to the
conclusion that in some cases it is a boon more so than a bane. I watched
my uncle die a horrible death from cancer last year. I was there the
moment he died. He would have died in a great deal of pain if it hadn’t
been for the use of certain drugs administered by his doctor. Drugs that
in the wrong hands would have been abused. He smoked pot in his last few
months, but it helped him calm the nausea caused by his chemotherapy treatments,
it helped soothe the pain he felt when he was stuck like a pincushion every week
so that the doctors could check his blood count. For him, marijuana
was a blessing.
In the context of the 5 points, why is drug use bad? Not just
the physical and emotional, but what else? When doing these lessons, think of
the obvious and then dream of the deeper meaning behind your thoughts. How
do you split drug use and drug abuse? How are they different morally?
Drugs when used responsibly are not a bad thing.Drugs can relieve pain and heal the sick and wounded.
But sometimes, people get addicted to them, and find that they are unable
to function without those drugs. That’s
when the fine line between use and abuse gets crossed.
Take cocaine for example, I do believe that cocaine was used regularly
during the 1800’s and possibly during the early 1900’s (my history is a bit
scratchy on that) for pain relief. But
cocaine is a highly addictive drug, and consequently was made illegal to use.
I know a recovering cocaine addict…he described the addiction like
this: “Coke is a great 20 minute high… but after that, you find that you
want more, and then you begin to chase the dragon… it grabs you by the balls
and won’t let go.” It’s the
same with heroin… another drug long used in pain relief, and in some ways more
dangerous. It’s been said by
professionals “once a heroin addict, always a heroin addict… even if you
don’t do the heroin anymore… they find something else.”
I think abuse is definitely a not a good thing and is a problem for
today’s society (though not as big as some other problems).
My friend, the recovering cocaine user, has been clean for 1 ½ years
now. It was hard for him to get that way, too.
He finally had to move away from home and go to 1 year in-patient
treatment to get clean. His
addiction was destroying his life and his family.
The drugs made him violent, and he would put holes in the wall and fight
anybody he could. I remember
telling him that he had a problem… he agreed that he did… I then said to
him; “So what are you going to do about it now?”
It was what made him re-evaluate his actions and situation… and after
some deep soul searching, he decided that he had to get help… and it had to be
long term in-patient treatment therapy.
Okay… you’re right… my logic wasn’t very good there. But… when I began to think about it some more, I realized that a lack of responsibility can be justified. This is my list of priorities for my life… 1). My son comes first. 2). My college classes come next. 3). My job. So when I think about it I know how one level of responsibility can be overridden by another. My son is in daycare (we’re lucky, it’s right on campus at school), and if he gets sick, I get called out of class and have to take him home. Now, here’s how my responsibility gets an override. I have to keep 89% attendance in class to keep my financial aide going. I will NOT miss school for anything… unless I’m on my deathbed, I’m in class. But, when Aiden gets sick, I don’t have a babysitter to take care of him. He is my first responsibility and I have to miss class for him. My teachers kick butt on that one… they know when I’m not there it’s because of Aiden… and they also know, that I will come in when I get a chance and find out what we did in class, and I will turn in any and all assignments on time. It’s the same for my job. They know that I won’t miss work for anything other than my son, or my classes. (Gods I am so lucky for that, too… most jobs are not as understanding as that! LOL)
The Rede says “an
it harm NONE, do as you will”, so the act of raping someone else is a direct
violation of the Rede. It was a
traumatic event for me, and it took me a long time to heal from that.
I remember when I was younger it was my greatest wish to find my attacker
and kill him for what he did. But
then I got older, and wiser, I realized that killing him would solve nothing.
It wouldn’t make the pain and humiliation go away, nor would it make
the attack even go away. I would just be stooping to his level. I met my boyfriend when I was 15. We didn’t start dating until a year later, and he would
tease me about my fears of intimacy. It
wasn’t until long after we started dating that I even told him about my rape.
He was so shocked, and he cried for me.
He let me cry, he helped me talk about it, where before, I wanted to just
forget it ever happened. I locked
it inside, which was so unhealthy for me to do.
He was such an amazing well of strength and understanding, that it helped
me realize that it was going to be okay. That
I had the choice of being a victim or a survivor.
He helped me realize that I no longer wanted to be the victim, and it
helped me realize that there are hundreds of thousands of girls everywhere who
are victims…girls that think there is no one else who understands, that no one
knows what it’s like. I do a wee
bit of counseling (not professional) but a few years back, my b/f’s younger
brother had a girl friend who was raped by the boy she was dating.
She told Ryan (the b/f’s brother) about what happened in confidence,
told him not to tell anyone. But he
couldn’t stay silent and told me, and asked me what he should do with this
knowledge. I asked for the girl’s
phone number. I called her, and I
remember how awkward it was to talk to her about it.
Ryan and I knew she would be upset at my intrusion, but she needed help.
I helped her tell her parents, I helped her find the courage to call the
police… and I was there when she went to identify her attacker.
We even helped her find a good group counseling center for rape
survivors. Now she is the one who
helps others, and she has learned to not be a victim, but a survivor. That is how I know that my rape changed my life.
It helped me be a better person, to have compassion, and to help teach
other girls to stand up and shout out… “We are not victims, not EVER
AGAIN!”
What is truth? Truth for me is something that I have a strong belief in,
something that (hopefully) will never change.. Truth is supposed to be a
constant, like the law of gravity, or the fact that the earth revolves around
the sun. But what is true now, may not have always been true to
others. People in Christopher Columbus’ time believed that the
universe revolved around the earth and that the world was flat. So our
truths have not always been so. If
I believe something to be true, how do I know it’s true.
I just do… (sounds like an “AppleJacks” commercial).
My personal truth… a
personal truth is something that is true for me, like the things I listed below.
They are true to me, but maybe not to someone else.
An absolute truth is something that has been proven true, something that
has been proven beyond the shadow of a doubt.
I sometimes wonder if there is such a thing as absolute truth (I think
I’ve watched the “Matrix” one too many times) I’ve realized that in the
last year or so, I question everything, I try to analyze the truths that people
tell me before I decide what’s true and what’s not.
Take for example… I ran into an old high school acquaintance last year,
and we were catching up on things that had been going on since school.
Turns out, he attends the same university as my sister, and even knew one
of her old boyfriends (same fraternity together).
Now, this is funny, he told me that one night at a frat party, my sister
got really high on drugs and drunk and slept with everybody there, including
him. Now, I know for a fact that it
wasn’t true, because the night of this “supposed party” my sister and I
were at the movies together, and had hung out all night together.
So I guess I could classify this as an absolute truth.
My sister did not get drunk and high and sleep with an entire frat house, This is truth.
Back during this time frame, yes men were socialized to believe that women were
nothing more than objects to be used for barter and sexual gratification.
(Well, probably not just those reasons, I wasn’t there, so how do I
know for sure, right?) Now the
question is, are the men considered evil for a concept that back then could be
considered socially acceptable. Goodness…
I didn’t really think about that… my logic has been escaping me as of
lately. Anyway, I guess I would
have to say that no, these men were not evil for the practice of a socially
acceptable custom. Strange to have
to analyze it this way. The crime
of rape is inherently evil, but not the custom of prima nocte.
Ok, explain the violation of the Rede a bit more.. Explore this event
and your feelings towards the event in light of the 5 points, and explore how
the rape changed you for the better. What good can possibly come of these
events?
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True
1a archaic :FIDELITY,
CONSTANCY b : sincerity in action, character, and utterance
2a (1) : the state of being the case : FACT (2) : the body of real things,
events, and facts : ACTUALITY (3) often capitalized : a transcendent fundamental
or spiritual reality b : a judgment, proposition, or idea that is true or
accepted as true <truths of thermodynamics> c : the body of true
statements and propositions
3a : the property (as of a statement) of being in accord with fact or reality b
chiefly British : TRUE 2 c : fidelity to an original or to a standard
4 capitalized, Christian Science : GOD- in truth : in accordance with fact : ACTUALLY
Explore the truth a bit deeper. A question for you to ponder.. if I
believe it to be true, is it true? Even in light of evidence to the contrary,
what is your personal truth? What is an absolute truth? Can it ever exist?
Things that are true for me:
My son loves me
I love my son
My family loves me
I love my family in return
I am intelligent
I am strong willed
I am open-minded
I am a good mother and a good person
My quest for knowledge is unquenchable
That someday, somewhere I will meet those who have passed on before me once more.
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Broader thinking Question:
Is there any act that is evil in and of itself?
Is it evil if someone is socialized to believe it’s good?
As I said before, rape is a cardinal sin, and the act of raping someone else is
evil. There are no reprieves and there is no forgetting. I have
forgiven my rapist, but I will never forget him. I will never forget his
face as he laughed over me, violating me in the most private and sacred
places. That man stole my innocence, but I will not be his victim
ever again. I am not a victim of his memory either. Remembering my
rape helps me to help other victims of this sort of violence move past their
feelings of helplessness, anger, and of feeling dirty. It helps me
to help them not be victims for the rest of their lives. And in turn, they
go out and help other victims themselves. I’m trying to think of a time when
rape might be considered socially correct, and actually I had one thought of
when it was practiced, but I'm not sure if it was viewed as
socially acceptable. "Prima Nocte" or "First Night"
during the Middle Ages was practiced whenever a young woman was married, before
she was even allowed to be with her husband, the local nobleman would come and
claim her virginity. I saw this when I watched the movie Braveheart
and I've also heard of it somewhere else, but I can't
remember where.
First, I agree in principle.. but I think you missed the second part
of the question.. The question is “Is it evil if someone is SOCIALIZED to
believe it is good?” In this case, if the person was socialized to
believe that women were objects to be used, and not human, are they morally
wrong, and can they be blamed for their acts? Is this crime inherently evil, or
is it socially evil?
I think you have the right idea, and I loved reading your paper. You
are very emotional and up front with your experiences. Please make whatever
changes and answer the questions, but take your time and think deeper. This
is the hardest lesson of all of them, and the one most probable to be
interpreted by others. Excellent job, and cant wait to see how you
answer my rambling questions...
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