Some Lady's Cosmic Dashboard

Dear Readers,

Remember how last time I wrote about secular drift?  Well, I just ran across this perfect example of multicultural feel-good spirituality and couldn't resist copying and pasting it.  Here is where I got it.  It's written by... I don't know what to call her... some lady who thinks really deep thoughts.

I am one of those mystical creatures. My true life, which is invisible to most, is my guide, my own little road to heaven. My rebel views on our experience on earth are the stepping stones to a deeply penetrating and wise world that brings me great joy and the freedom of inner flight. Inside my soul is a sort of cosmic dashboard that only I can access or operate.

Maybe she's happy.  How could she not be happy, if she's flying... on the inside... whatever that means... I don't know. 

Happy or not, it wasn't people like her that put a man on the moon, you know what I mean?  Of course, I'm not putting a man on the moon either.  I'm just sitting here complaining about all the other people out there who are staring at lava lamps rather than tinkering with spacecrafts.  

I think this mystical creature would fit in great with the Unitarian Universalists.  They let anybody in, except those who still cling to the antiquated idea of objective morality.

I don't want to make fun of her too much, though. I suppose that her cosmic dashboard is similar to my gift of the Holy Ghost.

Sincerely,
Telemoonfa