Blood, and Avoiding It

    All of us have idiosyncrasies, obsessive compulsions, manias, predilections, pet peeves, caprices, fancies, and on. Tastes. Favorites. Some feelings are the opposite, like phobias or visceral reactions of disgust, which can be as powerful or more so than the things that we prefer.

    As a kid I was not a big fan of blood. It would make me squeamish, or grossed out, sometimes faint or ill. I am still not a big fan of it; I try to stay away from the flow of it, and steel myself if I have to give it, or have it drawn. Discussions about it can make me feel uncomfortable.

    In older days, or being older and seen and felt more things, including the shedding of blood, now with children that are adults and new perspectives, blood is still a thing. Giving, sharing, letting, taking. 

    Blood is one of our most vital resources.

    Now I see those in power, those far from being doctors or health professionals, making decisions to spill the blood of others, like killers and warmongers.

    We see blood takers, real life vampires, all over the world. Those who are thieves and robbers who take from others and their livelihoods are their own type of blood takers. 

    They take from our blood lines through our material resources.

    Some believe that some day when we are with God, we will be immortal beings, and we will not have blood.

    I would like to get past it, as good as good blood is.

    The blood of Jesus Christ was a saving grace for our sins, for Christians.

    The blood of pascal lambs and other sacrifices were necessary for the Covenant Israelites before that. Some sacrifice with blood atonements still.

    I like to be past blood-letting, and killing.

    We believers in God, all of us, what to overcome the shedding of blood.