March 30, 2005
SNUFF PICKS (via John Resnick):
Litigation As Spiritual Practice by George J. Felos (Amazon.com)
Product Description:As the legal advocate of his client's right to die, Attorney George Felos plumbed the depths of death and dying and spearheaded a social revolution to enable death with dignity in the state of Florida. Felos uses this case and a decade-long tax battle with the United States Justice Department - sending him to Hong Kong's back alleys in search of antique jades and ivories - as framework to interweave the story of his law practice and spiritual unfoldment.
Litigation as Spiritual Practice describes the excitement and drama of the courtroom, and the ecstasy and anguish of spiritual evolution in a combative environment.
If the seemingly barren and war-strewn field of litigation can be the playground where spirit dances, it can revel anywhere.
Which would make Terri Schiavo the teeter-totter? Posted by Orrin Judd at March 30, 2005 04:59 PM
And does in a dance where the Father of Lies calls the steps.
Posted by: Luciferous at March 30, 2005 05:35 PMAnd revel iy does in a dance where the Father of Lies calls the steps.
Posted by: Luciferous at March 30, 2005 05:36 PMAnd revel it does in a dance where the Father of Lies calls the steps.
Posted by: Luciferous at March 30, 2005 05:36 PMIn Felos' world, I believe Terri is the rubber landing mat at the bottom of the slide...
Posted by: John at March 30, 2005 05:50 PMUnfoldment? I guess your're right about the mat, John
Posted by: jdkelly at March 30, 2005 06:22 PMThis guy's a complete nutter.
Posted by: ligneus at March 30, 2005 06:36 PMOh, the insanity goes deeper than you even care to think about. You need to get into his writing itself
George Felos, Lawyer for Michael Schiavo, and Telepath to the Comatose @ AMERICAN DIGEST
Such a deep, dark, silent blue. I stared as far into her eyes as I could, hoping to sense some glimmer of understanding, some hint of awareness. The deeper I dove, the darker became the blue, until the blue became the black of some bottomless lake. "Mrs. Browning, do you want to die ... do you want to die?"
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Or you can "trip out" with Felos as acid head in an acid flashback:
George Felos: Acid Head and Death Lawyer @ AMERICAN DIGEST
Felos writes that although he experienced his "initial spiritual awakening in my early twenties, I had spent the last few years of my mid-thirties backsliding." (47)
Described as "a superconscious experience," Felos writes, "I was drunk with God" resulting in the inability to walk on his own without the assistance of others. "My predominant expression was laughter and a grin just short of it." (49) "I had imprinted upon me the purpose of life -- God-realization -- and in the knowing of this purpose came instant fulfillment. Although to some I reckon the above sounds like metaphysical gobbledygook, I will attest there exists a Universal Consciousness that not only can be experienced by us but is us." (50)
"I lost the boundary between the idea of myself and the world around me and gained immeasurably. Subject and object merged, and in some way I experienced the essence of each thing my consciousness touched. I felt the joy of grass as it grew and sense the genetic code by which it manifested into physical reality. In ecstasy I became the solemn grace and beauty of a tree and new the freedom of the passing clouds. I don't speak metaphorically." -- Litigation as Spiritual Practice by George Felos (Blue Dolphin Publishing, 2002)
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Then there is his wife and co-counsel in the Schiavo case, Constance:
Bride of Dracula: George Felos' Wife is Also A "New Age Attorney" @ AMERICAN DIGEST
The "Causes" of Her Dad's Colon Cancer according to Dr. Constance:
If one looks for the metaphysical cause of colon cancer one finds the following mental equivalents: carrying of past hatreds; deep, secret, long-standing resentment eating away at the self; inability to digest and move prior 'toxic' experiences out of the body. And the cause of a gangrenous condition is: mental morbidity, the drowning of joy with poisonous thoughts. So, what really killed my father was his deep, secret resentment and hatred, his inability to forgive, and release his attachment to the belief that life is disappointing, shameful and unloving. -- Tampa Bay NEW TIMES - September/October 1999 -- Constance Felos
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Yes, the very model of a modern whack-job couple.
Posted by: Vanderleun at March 30, 2005 07:16 PM