Below is some spiritual humor, after all, we can’t take it all too seriously now! I am reminded that “Angels fly because they take themselves lightly”.
Feel free to send me your own jokes or quotes on the comments box at the bottom of this page, if its any good I will publish it. Please no content with any expletives or discriminatory nature, want to laugh but not at the expense of others!
Lots of Love and light, Dawn xxx
Why did the Psychic Chicken cross the road?………… To get to the other side 🙂
There were two lovers, who were really into spiritualism and reincarnation.
They vowed that if either died, the other one remaining would try to contact the partner in the other world exactly 30 days after their death.
Unfortunately, a few weeks later, the young man died in a car wreck. True to her word, his sweetheart tried to contact him in the spirit world exactly 30 days later.
At the seance, she called out, “John, John, this is Martha. Do you hear me?”
A ghostly voice answered her, “Yes Martha, this is John. I can hear you.”
Martha tearfully asked, “Oh John, what is it like where you are?”
“It’s beautiful. There are azure skies, a soft breeze, sunshine most of the time.”
“What do you do all day?” asked Martha.
“Well, Martha, we get up before sunrise, eat some good breakfast, and there’s nothing but making love until noon. After lunch, we nap until two and then make love again until about five. After dinner, we go at it again until we fall asleep about 11 p.m.”
Martha was somewhat taken aback. “Is that what heaven really is like?”
“Heaven? I’m not in heaven, Martha.”
“Well, then, where are you?”
“I don’t know, but I’m a rabbit.”
Religion is like going out to dinner with friends. Everyone may order something different, but everyone can still sit at the same table. HH The Dalai Lama
A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, not the original books. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.
The head monk says “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears a sobbing coming from the back of the cellar, and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books and crying. He asks what’s wrong. “The word is ‘celebrate’,” says the old monk. 😉