Why Religion is better than Spirituality??-Not THIS AGAIN!!!


***enter usual disclaimers about not meaning to offend anyone here***

I was surfing the web, but I honestly don’t remember what wave I was riding. However, I am almost sure I was coasting somewhere close to meditation techniques. On the side bar of the webpage I saw a link that said (I am paraphrasing):

Why Religion is better than Spirituality

I raised an eyebrow. Okay I am lying, I am not genetically predisposed to raise one eyebrow at a time.

I smirked.

Then clicked on the link.

Again, I briefly skimmed the article until it got to the thesis which basically stated (paraphrasing):

Spiritualists lack the organization to come together to help the community like a local church can.

And I clicked the damn X on the page.

There are a myriad of reasons why I clicked the X, but for brevity sake, I will provide one or two examples:

1-A teenager was excommunicated from her church because it was discovered that she was pregnant. I did not know you could kick anyone out of a baptist church. I thought only catholics did that. But, by all means, feel free to correct me if I am wrong. That was a time in her life that she needed to be Loved and supported the most.

I just…can’t.

2-A co-worker and close friend of mine was living with her children’s father. She was being physically and mentally abused, and the father even threatened that if she left, he would take their children and disappear. She was terrified to call the police or go to a shelter for fear of retaliation before she had a chance to get away. During her free time at work, because she wasn’t able to do research at home, she found an apartment in another state. All she needed was money for a moving trailer and the security deposit. After offering her some money, I suggested that she ask our church for assistance with the rest. I thought for sure they would help out a new member with getting her life together.

I was sickened by the church’s response.

Apparently, my friend did not tithe regularly, and therefore, the church refused to help her.

Wow!!! How Loving!! How Christian!!

What would Jesus say? Better yet, to use a coined phrase (pun intended):

What Would Jesus Do??

After pondering that question, a group of us “unorganized Spiritual folk” took up a collection for her. It was enough for her to make the trip, and move into her apartment. We also were able to get a grocery store card for her and her children.

Furthermore, no matter WHO your higher power is, isn’t the WHOLE point of all his/her/it’s teachings to LOVE one another??

Oh my friend? We didn’t hear from her for a while because she was so afraid of being found., but about six months later, I got an email from her at work. She thanked us profusely and told us they were all safe, and she was even going to school to be a counselor for abused women.

So much for Spiritualists lack of organization.



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poems with purpose


all created with flaws, shortcomings

no idea where to go, how to get there

if the arrival was soon, delayed, or would one meander about dismayed

directions were sketchy no examples to follow, no signs

minds had to change along with the path to Peace and Joy

take the high road Forgiveness and Love

i do not wish for one to walk within my footsteps

that trip would be a difficult journey to most

as i barely survived

while i am alive borrow what i scribe as a guide to right

wrongs of those who thwarted the writing of songs

which would hum to Spirits like hymns

releasing the glow from within

beginning the process of Oneness

passing this realm into the next

leaving a trail of bright Light as I leave

praying others will believe in their purpose

and follow.

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt: http://wordpress.com/read/post/id/489937/69426/

Photo Credit: freehdw.com

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meditation 101


bound by brainwaves

wrecked by rupture

tried to sleep tied to fear

began breathing deeply

relaxing completely

following white lights

ascending and spiraling

glowing staircase where my higher Self

embraced and rocked me into sweet slumber

while humming lullabies to my soothed

renewed Spirit

© michele mitchell, 2014

Prompt: 365 Days of Writing Prompts Copyright © 2013 by The Daily Post. Feb 10. Teachable Moment

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let there be Truth in Clarity

Imagein order to justify

rules and regulations that only apply to european males

natives who  listened to the Spirits they worshipped were sent blankets soaked in syphilis

surely that death was slow so slaughter was the next option

whoever was left was forced to celebrate with corn liquor and lies

written in history books by european males

in order to justify

enslaved minds who were ripped from their homeland and families

stripped of their dignity, skin and beliefs to serve and build for european males

providing them with a Book they could not even read

filled with lies written by other european males

telling tales on the telephone line

in order to justify

the murder of our Savior who only preached Love

european males so full of hate found him guilty of blasphemy

releasing His radiant Spirit into the Universe

it is attainable to all who seek the Truth

that God is within us all

once we become


© michele mitchell, 2013

Poetry Prompt: http://wordpress.com/read/post/id/489937/62814/

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Church on Sunday: Ritual, Rhetoric, or Ridiculousness???

*waits for all of my Christian friends to stop stoning me*


We done?


As a “Christian” (read my past blogs if you are unclear why I call myself a Christian, and why I put it in quotes), I wasn’t going to write a blog today.


Because it is Sunday…the day of rest and worship.

I choose not to go to church for a variety of reasons:

Physically, I can’t handle it right now.

Technically, the church I belong to is a “mega church”. But to be honest with you, I am not even sure if I am still considered a member because I do believe they have some rule about not tithing and membership. I do not know if that is correct, so for clarity sake, let’s just say the church I would choose to go to is a “mega church”. BUT for me it feels like big production complete with televised commercials.

I am not kidding there are big screen televisions in the sanctuary.

All that to say, if I went to church, I would go there. But something in my Spirit makes me go, “Nah, I’m good.”

Intellectually, I can’t get passed the “stores” and the ATM in the church. I do believe I had learned that Jesus was really angry about that type of thing.

All that to say, even though I may not go to church on Sunday, I still acknowledge it as a Holy day. I pray a little longer, read more of my Bible, and do an extra Bible study or two. That probably isn’t enough for some of my Christian family who spend at LEAST six to eight hours at church on Sunday, sit through all three services, sing in the choir, sell cds, bake cookies, sell dinners…

Shall I go on?

Y’all are mad at me right now aren’t y’all?

Well don’t be mad, just pray for me because despite everything I have just wrote and you have just read, I am a testimony to the power of prayer.

I believe I am alive today because of the power of prayer.

I have said that before.

But that is not the point of this blog.

Because I am Spiritual and subconsciously knew it was Sunday when I woke up, I woke up praying. As a matter of fact, I woke up quoting Scripture.

So I thought.

As a matter of fact, I was EXCITED that I woke up quoting Scripture. I thought God was actually subliminally speaking to me this morning. I was amped and I wanted to share what I woke up with on Facebook.

Then I Googled what it was I was saying to get the correct book and passage in the Bible

Imagine my shock when I realized it wasn’t scripture.

It was, in fact, something catholic priests mutter before they give Communion.

I wanted someone to come in and pray over me immediately.

Briefly, I will explain why.

The roman catholic church was responsible for funding the Transatlantic Slave Trade. That actually should be enough for any reasonable person with a working intellect to stop going to a catholic church.

The whole priest sexual scandal thing. Again, that should go without being said.

It wasn’t my CHOICE to be raised catholic.

My parents (Italian and Slavic descent) just had me christened, threw me into CCD courses on Sunday. I was forced into a veil and white dress to perform my first Holy Communion, and then they got divorced, and the rituals stopped. I never even had my Confirmation.

For the record what IS that? All I know is I was kind of pissed because I wanted to pick my confirmation name so when my mother chastised me she could do so like all of the other Italian mothers by using all of my names for example: Maria Ann Patricia Maldonado go clean your room. As a kid, I thought that was cool.

Sidebar: I do miss the stained glass windows with the saints, the Stations of the Cross, and the smell of the candles and incense. It was all really ornamental and “soothing”.

As a matter of fact, besides funerals, I can’t recall the last time either one of my parents stepped into a church

So being raised Catholic, if I wasn’t confirmed, am I going to Hell?

I don’t think do, but if I am I can play Bingo with all of the priests.

So all of that to say, what I woke up muttering was indeed balderdash.

I was angry.

So I went to my online Bible and read today’s scripture:

Ephesians 2:8-9 for by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.

 It is no coincidence that was the first scripture I ever memorized after I accepted Christ into my


YAY!!! Go God!!!




#Peace and #ShineOn





I Still Shine (Formerly Known As MiMi and the Brain Updates)

10 months later

I have decided to change the structure of these updates and make them a blog, because it will reach a wider audience, and so I don’t have to repeat myself so much.

Thank you for understanding.


Well they adjusted my meds which is a good thing because I was not sleeping at night at all. I am still exhausted on many levels but that is “expected” (My neurologist does not say “normal” because nothing is normal about having two brain surgeries in a seven month time frame). My short term memory is “improving”, but I still have difficulties with remembering if I completed certain tasks, and “who I told what to”. I tend to repeat myself a lot.

On August 29th, I did have a seizure, and according to my neurologist, that can happen because the anticonvulsants I am on are not 100% effective. He did not seem worried about that particular seizure, but if I have another one, I need to notify him immediately for further testing.

***if you have seen my neurologist, hey, that is FINE by me***

Not the seizure part, the calling him part.

Jus Sayin.


Headaches, I still get them, especially when the barometric pressure is falling. It feels like someone is playing the old “Pong” game between the two coils in my head.



I am still about thirteen pounds lighter. Not a way I expected to lose weight but…


Much better.

Certain things still bother me like:

*The Social Security Administration…

They are the most idiotic asses on the face of the planet. There is no way in hell I could fake a brain aneurysm or the aftermath that followed. BELIEVE me I would RATHER work. Maybe not as MUCH, and definitely not at the call center (cuz my “filter” is still “weak at best” and I’m afraid I will cuss a participant out), but I am making LESS than HALF of what I made before and it sucks. Maybe, I can teach again. And you know what would be cool? It would be cool if my writing took off. Writing gives me Peace. It really does.

*Not being able to drive…

Somehow, I am going to get all the special mirrors needed for my car and get back on the road. I would SO be at the beach today if I could drive. And since I was SO independent before, being dependent on people for every little thing sucks. I detest being trapped in the house.

*I miss my daughter and my granddaughters. No further explanation needed. Plus they live 15 minutes from the beach.

*My son’s singing…

You are probably thinking “What? Why is she complaining about that?” You obviously haven’t heard him sing with headphones on. At five, he could really blow. At nineteen he just “blows”.



I am at the best place I have ever been in my life. I have researched and found ways of Spiritual healing and meditation that do not come in conflict with my “Christian” belief structure. God made us in His image and He is all powerful and knowing. So, why can’t we have some of that knowledge and power as well? No brainer. (No pun intended).

Again, thank you for caring and for taking the time out to read this.


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