In spite of what the Bible says (& what most Christian churches teach), there is a God. A God of infinite, unconditional Love. (In spite of the state of the earth now - or in historic memory.)
A God also known to many as Infinite Intelligence.
How do I know? Do you have the hours or patience to listen as I tell you my story & all the surprises revealed to me from the Spirit World? You really don't - especially on the very limited space afforded here.
Why I subscribed to the Offstage Voice Newsletter:
I just couldn't let this opportunity pass to tell the world (or the infinitesimally small portion of it who'll read this) how much I appreciate, how much I loved/love Lorenz Hart. (No, I never met him. I was 4 when he died.) Perhaps if I had known him I too couldn't have countenanced his behavior. I'll bet against that. Perhaps if I had known him he wouldn't have acted in any distasteful ways. On that...I'd bet.
I have a fantasy: In it I'm born maybe on Jan 1, 1900. I grow up to have a voice as good and as sweet and as powerful as any male singer has ever had. From the age of, say 14, I demonstrate my singing abilities all over the world. I'm truly an over-night sensation. There may be some people who can't stand me: my stentorian voice (yet capable of the most breath-taking pianissimos, and holding the sweetest or highest notes longer than any other tenor - remember blessed Franco Corelli?), or my gushing-with-good will and unconditional love type personality, or my stunning matinee-idol good looks. (They're the 1% minority of the world's population who can't stand me.)
Yes,I'd be 6'3" and as handsome as can be. With a perfectly proportioned muscular physique - just breath-takingly stunning! (As all who see me - especially in the nude, can testify.) A blue-eyed, green-eyed, a redhead, a brunet, a blond - whatever Larry Hart prefers. Yes, and I'm as loving as a human can be. I'm pure Love.
I met Larry Hart. I can't remember where or when. I think it was when I was 18. But YES! we meet. And the angels sing! It's love at first sight. I am gay, also, - of course! I sweep him off his feet. Carry him to my bed. Make love to him. So passionately, so gently, so joyously. It's a manifestly complete, a heavenly union - yet right here on earth! From that moment on - it's our blessed nuptial bed. Nobody near us - to see us or hear us - no friends or relations - while we're having sexual elations. Except the angels in the Spirit World. Who rejoice at our perfect love - perfectly expressed! I kiss him, cover him with unconditional kisses. He can't deny it - he knows he is loved! Knows (I know this seems unfair, but bare with us. For God's sake! Let there be Light. And Life. And Love!) - he knows that at least for us - we experience perfection. Paradise on Earth. And it stays that way. Well passed our 75th anniversary together. We are the grand marshals of a hundred gay-pride parades. When they become the rage. We are the poster boys for gay commitment. For gay bliss. Because of us, gay marriage is accepted 2 - maybe 3, decades earlier in the West. And now in 2014 even in the Muslim Word.
Yes, such miracles come true. Miracles like no one could ever have imagined.
May I also say, truly humbly, that it was my angelic voice in pre-June of 1914 that convinced the would-be-assassinators of the Archduke Francis Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary (and his wife) that there is a Loving God. A God who could be appealed to - to bring about justice for their homeland. Thus preventing World War I (You DO know 700,000 men died in the Battle of the Somme in 1916? SEVEN HUNDRED THOUSAND men were pounded into the mud there in northern France! I'm pretty sure I was one of them in my previous past life.) With no WWI, there was no WWII. No 40 million dead in that war. No Holocaust of 6 million Jews. It's amazing what a Voice of Pure Love can do.
In a fantasy.