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I believe we are in a time of ‘Free Fall”.
“[W]e are facing an enormous and dramatic clash between good and evil, death and life, the “culture of death” and the “culture of life”. We find ourselves not only faced with but necessarily in the midst of this conflict: we are all involved and we all share in it, with the inescapable responsibility of choosing to be unconditionally pro-life.”—John Paul 11 Evangelium Vitae, 28
Agitation is When I believe all we can do is to pray, seek to take care of what is actually in front of us and continue calmly our walk of faith and trust. As we fall the tendency to fight, stereotype and hate will increase. After making so many destructive choices we have slipped over the edge and have begun our movement with what is called ‘bottoming out’. I think that at this time a large part of the world is in ‘free fall’.really of no help whatsoever. Perhaps this is a good time to follow what Jesus said: “Fear is worthless, what is needed is faith”. We will hit bottom, what happens after that is predicated on what we did before.
We can seek to blame others, yet I believe all of us are responsible for what is going on today. To blame another group is too merely reduce ourselves into becoming victims; very angry victims. So let us pray for the fruits of the Holy Spirit in the midst of the seeming growing chaos that is going on around us.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23
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Well, the 9,853rd Annual UM Tricycle Race, Demolition Derby and Chili Cook-off is now in the history books!
It was a truly classic race, full of chills, spills, thrills, flaming crashes, fireworks, suspense, drama, pathos, and a few other words I don’t have the desire to look up in the dictionary… A record number of entrants signed up this year – owing largely to the last minute announcement that entry in the race would remove 3 years off of your Oubliette confinement sentence… Fully 15,923 racers lined up at the Historic Portcullis of the Main Drawbridge over the Inner Moat… It was an inspiring sight to see so many brightly painted racing machines all (more or less) lined up… Yellow, Red, Blue, Green, (a few white ones for some reason) and of course the Puce teams tricycles were in abundance….
Thirty Minutes prior to the starting guns, The UM Grand High Inquisitor appeared high on his balcony overlooking the milling mob of
idiotsracers and fans below… Raising his arms on high, he began intoning the traditional pre-race Benediction and Legal Warning, in High Old Pig-Hittite – which is rather like pig-Latin but in Hittite… Once the lawyers were satisfied that all loop holes had been closed and no racer (or their heirs) could sue for any reason whatsoever, another annoyinginspiring Invocation was chanted by the Gregorian Chanters from Oubliette Numbers 17 and 135… Once the racers and fans were re-awakened, the Official UM Polka and Ompah Marching Band played their rendition of the UM National anthem (no one else considers it that – but they do).. As the massed accordions and Tubas blared away, the pit crews removed the wooden chocks from the racers vehicles wheels…
As the massive UM Clock tower slowly ticked off the last few seconds the racers began the traditional reviving of their “engines” – 15,923 eager people all going “Vrooooom! Vrooooom! Putt Putt Putt!” as loudly as they could… A thrilling spectacle that harkens back to the early days of the race – back before the wheel had been invented (those tricycles didn’t really move very fast in those days)… The Start Marshals quickly worked their way through the throng of racers, removing the occasional illegal enhancement – or just making changes for the heck of it… All racers who had cards attached to the spokes of their wheels with clothes pins were inspected to ensure that only approved sports cards (or playing cards) were used…
At long last, the Clock tower struck 2:12 and 15 ½ seconds PM (Noonish UM standard time) and the signal was given… The massed cannon of the Grand Bastion fired off a salvo (more or less in unison) and the race was on!...
After a fifteen minute delay was called to clear the debris, wrecked tricycles and injured and/or dead racers, pit crews and fans from the start line where the cannon had been aimed, the surviving racers were off!
It took three hours for the traffic jam at the drawbridge to clear, after the surviving 7,321 racers jockeyed for the lead…. At last three members of the Red team broke out from the pack and set up a blistering pace down the Grand Processional Way… Radar check points clocked them moving at a respectable speed of 18,816 FpFn (7 mph, 11 kph – remember that all speeds are noted in Furlongs per Fortnight)… The three Red racers had no sooner cleared the drawbridge than the log jam suddenly cleared and the bulk of the racers sped after them…
Unable to maintain their blistering pace for long the three red racers gradually were overtaken by the pack and soon the lead changed every few seconds… Dozens of spectators cheered them on as the moved down the Grand Processional Way, knocking the elderly and children out of the way as they vied for the honor of being the first to cross the Great Outer Moat (very important as Pookie usually allows the first few to cross before he (?) starts choosing his snacks….)
At long last the Imperial Rickety Bridge came into view as it majestically spans the Great Outer Moat. First to attempt the crossing was a member of the Yellow team, who pedaled as fast as she could while chanting her “Vroom Vroom” sounds to psych herself up more… Unlike last year Pookie was already at the bridge, looming far above it – no doubt drawn by the Ompah bands that ran alongside the racers… But for some strange reason he (?) seemed to be a bit off his feed – snatching up only a relative few of the racers – certainly less than 500… An investigation later revealed that the Puce team had been feeding him large quantities of door-to-door salesmen, telemarketers and several hundred zombie workers the night prior to the race – so he was full…
Across the Imperial Rickety Bridge, the Grand Processional Way changed from its well-maintained cobblestone surface to the worn, heavily rutted mostly washed out Ancient Dirt Trail… Several dozen racers had breakdowns on the heavily rutted trail and would have to sit out the next few hours while their pit crews sobered up and attempted to reach them for repairs…
At last the leading elements of the racers reached the Old Creepy Forest… Entering the densely wooded, heavily overgrown, eerily spooky forest, the racers and their brightly painted machines were quickly swallowed from sight into the deep gloom… Since no televised coverage of the Old Creepy Forest is possible, its not really known exactly what happened inside. However a member of the Grumpy Old Coot and Cootess Club (who were responsible for Marshalling the trail in the forest) when asked to report – merely smirked, shook her head and explained “I told them young’uns to keep offa my lawn!”
6,915 racers entered the Old Creepy Forest and 4,112 exited still on their tricycles…
Blue team was now in the lead as they raced down the last leg of the Ancient Dirt trail, before turning west out across the very appropriately named Trackless Plains of Despair… The Green team gained considerable advantage here by plying the Course Marshalls with massive bribes to redirect the other teams out on the plains… While the Green team raced (more or less) in a straight line to Check Point #1, the other teams had a more … circuitous route…
Gaining a full 24 hour advantage over the other teams, Team Green enjoyed long stays in the Jacuzzis and bars at the CP#1, before heading out straight up the long trail that goes up the Outer Crater wall on Slippery Slope… Heavy bribes by other racers and teams cut down some on the delay time imposed by their aimless wanderings, and soon everyone still in the race was speeding up slippery slope… Almost 3,000 made it to the top, to turn East along Knife Edge Ridge Road – those that forgot to bring Oxygen, were soon out of the race, and what with the occasional “slip” off of the extremely narrow trail, less than 1,000 made it all the way to the Grand Frictionless Staircase…
Atop the staircase, it is not unusual for a racer to pause as they look down the ice covered Teflon surfaced staircase… 57,000 feet (17.37 kms) down a staircase at a 60 degree angle, through the clouds, haze and smog of the outer regions to the blasted, burned, barren lands of the Great Artillery Impact Zones, is a very daunting pathway… especially since tricycles really don’t have any brakes… About half decided to withdraw from the race at this point – until they learned they would still have to go down the staircase anyway… So with many a deep breath (those who still had oxygen anyway), and with white knuckled intensity, one by one they started down the staircase…
Aside from being frictionless, it is a staircase… So riding a tricycle down it is extremely bumpy… As always this part of the race, and the subsequent attempts to slow them down at Check Point #2, provides many amusing highlights on the local sports channels…. It is safe to say that ALL of the racers made it down the staircase… but only about 200 were in any condition to continue the race.. Oddly enough every member of the White team made it down intact and in (relative) good health… It seems that they each packed a parachute and simply drove off the cliff rather than attempt the staircase… While this is not exactly illegal, it will be addressed at the next meeting of the Rules committee…
After resting, refitting and the mandatory psych evaluations at Check Point #2, the surviving racers pedaled off down the rather poorly marked trail through The Eastern Artillery Impact Zone (A)… This part of the race is always dramatic and frequently replayed in slow motion with stirring musical accompaniment, as the dented, dinged and banged up brightly colored tricycles roll through the fields on bent and wobbly wheels, while the artillery shells explode all around them… For added affect, each tricycle was outfitted with a smoke canister of their team color.. This greatly added to the overall cinema graphic effects…
At long last the survivors were able to turn West and after hours of speeding alongside the Grand Outer Moat in relative safety they came once again to the Imperial Rickety Bridge, where they turned Southwards along the Grand Processional Way… Thanks to Pookie still being rather off his feed, almost two dozen racers made it to the finish line….
The finish order is thus:
First Place: Melvin Frump… White Team
Second Place: Lotta Sassback … Puce Team
Third Place: Ida Won … Green Team
Highest Bribe – Green Team
Highest Speed (excluding the Grand Frictionless Staircase leg) – Robert “Steroid Bob” Smith 32,256 Fpfn (12 mph/19.3 kph)
Highest Speed on the Frictionless Staircase – Mach 3.2 – Still awaiting the DNA test to identify the lucky winner of this trophy…
Attached is a map of the route(s) run...
The results of the Chili Cook-off were just as spectacular… Over 10,000 entrants brought their favorite chili recipes and after hours of taste testing (and the occasional stomach pump) Jim-Bob and Billy-Bob “Cooter” Jenkins of Bugtussle, Oklahoma, were awarded the Grand Prize… Safir Al-Qwazi of UM’s own Oubliette Kitchens was the runner up…
So – another legendary event has passed and now we all can look forward to the next two scheduled events… The Cthulhu Days Festival, Mardi Gras and Tango Contest on April 15th and the highly anticipated UM Old Coot and Cootess Ball, Limbo Dance Contest and Flea Market on April 20th..
See y’all there!
Remember that girlfriend I mentioned in a previous blog? Well it wasn't long after that blog was posted that we broke up. It was doomed to fail from the beginning. I don't even know why I said yes when she asked me out. I am in no position to have a girlfriend. It's too bloody expensive and time consuming. Frankly, I have better things to do at the moment. So in a way, I'm glad the relationship ended. Yes, she came to my life at a time I needed someone to save me from the darkness and I found comfort in her arms. But we didn't have a lot of time to spend together so as soon as she left, I was alone in the dark again.
The problems started very quickly. She began complaining about her family and her friends and even herself. Almost everything she said was putting herself down because of what someone else said to her. I tried to help her. To convince her that she was a good person; that these people were just mean and they didn't care. But she didn't listen. In fact, most of the time, she ignored me when she was feeling upset. Even after I did help her feel better many times. I began to expect getting the cold shoulder instead of a warm greeting text every morning.
When she told her family about me, that's when the real trouble started. They immediately rejected the idea of me dating her. They overreacted like we were in a Mexican soap opera or something. They would yell at her or sometimes just ignore her to try and make her break up with me but she couldn't do it. She wanted me to meet them so I agreed but they refused. Then I somehow got roped into meeting a friend of their family. That went about as smoothly as a rusty saw blade. I only succeeded in making our entire situation worse because of my awkwardness around strangers being misinterpreted as disrespect. It was at this point that I was beginning to give up.
Now we were forced to sneak around and see each other in secret at irregular intervals. It dwindled from once a week to every two weeks to over a month without seeing each other. That was when she cheated on me with her ex. Why she would want to go back to him, I still do not understand because based on what she told me and the screenshots of some of his texts to her, he was a complete grade-a douchenozzle. Harassment was just the beginning of the horrible things he did to her. And yet she still sought attention from him just because there was no way she could come see me because we were so far away. She couldn't wait. She couldn't text me back. She couldn't even have an intelligent conversation with me. She just couldn't be what I needed so I couldn't take it anymore.
The stress was too much when piled on top of all the other stress I was already dealing with. While I am happy for the experience, I regret every single second of it. I should have never let myself get that close to someone I barely knew. Someone I didn't even really like that much. The worst part is, I actually did grow to love her before the end of it. But I can't even think of her anymore without thinking of everything she put me through. And for that, I don't think I can ever love her again.
This is a hit on the late side, but that doesn't harm anyone now does it. So seems this past year of school has been passing by at a much quicker rate than I had ever noticed before. It is my senior year and here I am looking at college, jobs, and so much else. Slowly have iI seen my pack grow as well. From new members to new lives. I am engaged to my mate, I have been doing better at being open about me being trans and that my name is Damon. I have figured out that I am actually more demi-asexual, someone who is only partially asexual, and that life has seemed to smooth out from what it used to be like. So as I am here I am going to announce that I am starting another blog section and it will be called Story Time With Damon. This is where I shall be posting past stories and stories that I will later be experiencing in life.
in regards to all this, spring break is in 9 days counting weekends. Not sure if I will be here or in Kentucky yet, but as it seems I will be here. In that sense I do hope to see Standing Fox as soon as possible since I need to pick up my pelts from him.
Expect to see me outside on Tuesday April 4th. This is a day for therians and otherkin to both go outside at 5:00 pm your time and make the sounds of your theriotype and kintype. To show that you are not alone where you live. So expect to hear my howls of my wolves and maybe even the roars and growling of my dragon, who will be talked about in my next entry.
another blog entry on here will be arriving soon this week or this month. For now this is Lunar Wolf signing off.
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So.... is it wrong that I am concerned that the current political situation in America is gradually spiraling into a religious stand off.
With Trump being strongly represented by,as well as being a representative of the Christian Faithful.
More and more I see, read, and hear religious quotes or people talking about prayer in regards to Trump. It worries me because segregation and feelings of rightful superiority for any race/religion is dangerous.
Since I was suggested a few times to write this thought I'd finally take the time and do it. I haven't included the turtle or fish. Also Michaels turtle Squirtle is not included only because he doesn't live here. I'll be talking about the ones who are still here but a little about the 3 dogs we had for years and the puppy (only had for 3 days) we had that passed since they're tied into it. It's long and I've tried to paragraph it so each one is about each fur/scale.
Ruby, Kelpie Blue Heeler cross, 13 years old. Came 2004: Ruby was given to me (they like to still bring up how they got her for me, they're that type that like to remind you of anything they do for you) by my sister Katie's in-laws because I really wanted a dog. She was 13 weeks old, came from people they knew who were going to keep her but got told about how I had been given a rescue (it got shut down after) puppy (again Katie's in-laws doing) but the rescue puppy had Parvo virus (the rescue hadn't vaccinated him the pups he came in with or others) so had to be put down after being with me for 3 days. His name was Elmo he was a Blue Heeler Kelpie cross and 8 weeks old and I was heart broken. They felt so bad they gave Katie's in laws Ruby for me mom got a call asking for us to go over, got there (Katie's in laws) and Ruby was out the back she's been my baby since then.
Little Keg aka Cassie 13 Mini Fox Terrier. Came 2005: Katie's in-laws wanted a second dog to keep their older Jack Russel Louie company. So her father in law and I went to a shelter (good one) after he called the shelter and they said we have a female, spayed Mini Fox Terrier here who's about a year old. We met her and she was this skinny, scared, little girl who may have had puppies but they didn't find any with her but her teats were sagging and hair falling out. A week later Katie calls mom up, asking can grandma (dads mom) take Cassie in. Mom calls grandma and yes all is good, pick her up take her to grandma and grandpas instant love of course. 6 months later Cassie becomes Little Keg due to grandma WAY over feeding her. 2011, grandma and grandpa go into nursing home due to Dementia. We take in Keg and Midget (same breed, accidental puppy of Smudge who passed in 2007 and Minnie who passed in 2016. Midget passed 2015 all 3 had heart problems found later in life) so we have 5 dogs suddenly, which was a hand full but worked. Keg has lost some weight and has had food cut down to right amount for her, is still fat but happy and mostly healthy.
Cooper 8 turning 9 Mini Fox Terrier came 2008: Smudge passed away 2007 and had been going to work with dad since Smudge was a year old, so it hit dad very hard losing Smudge and over time he felt it was time to get a work buddy again. He went to a breeder (Smudges breeder was no longer breeding) and picked out Cooper at 8 weeks old and brought him home. In almost 9 years dad and Coop have never been more then 2 weeks apart (not all at once but spread over time) they are very bonded with each other. Coop likes males better then females.
Ralph Inland Bearded Dragon 6 years old came here 2012: I wanted a lizard and looked into getting a Bearded Dragon or Blue Tongue Lizard/ Skink and choose Bearded Dragon. He's the most laid back lizard, doesn't always want to come out of his home but is well cared for.
The other lizards/dragons 2013-2016: 3 Bearded Dragons, 2 Eastern Water Dragons, 4 Southern Angled headed Dragons and a Storrs (30cm/12in/1ft max) Monitor: I've grouped them because they're all dads and here because he liked the look of them, looked into what they need and got the permit needed for them then got them over time. Its always been a ok What do they need? Do we have space? Can we afford them? Before getting them.
Princess Parrots: Had 2 Green ones from grandmas and saw 2 blues in the bird supply shop liked them knew how to care for them have room so got them.
George Black Standard Rabbit 2014 2 almost 3 years old: We had been looking after Katie (her husband and 3 kids) bunny while she was trying to get approval by her land lord to have their bunny there. Sadly bunny passed away suddenly, stopped eating the Sunday and before we could get her to vet Monday passed away. I wanted my own bunny, said I wanted a Grey Dwarf.....Looked for a rescue but there were no babies and no Grey ones, went to a pet store (I know not the best thing to do) and fell in love with this handful of black fluff. Got told he's a standard rabbit so will not be small like a Dwarf, ok no big deal brought him home and he's a fat happy bunny.
Snow aka No No after Katie's bunny passed dad (who was never a bunny person other then buying them from the butcher ready to cook, which he still does) wanted a bunny. Again looked for rescue but none. We were getting Georges hay and the place had Dwarf Lop eared bunnies, picked out No No brought him home. At the time we got told No No was a girl (unless you see testicals its really hard to tell), nope No No is a boy, he's in his own hutch.
Honey Dwarf white Rabbit Dec 18th 2015 and Bun Standard brown/black and grey Dec 31st 2015: Honey hot day came in our yard and first glance dad thought she was No No but nope No No was in his hutch still. Gave her water and food, dad popped her in humane cat trap in shade away from the dogs until we could borrow hutch later that night. We were going to call RSCPA to get her but, that time of year so many unwanted so she stayed. Bun, same thing came in hot day looking for help and was helped has stayed. We did ask neighbours had they lost a bunny with both and got told no so we kept them. Both were under weight, hungry, starting to dehydrate, losing fur, scared and shaking. Bun I asked friends did they want her, since we didn't think we had room and didn't have hutch. We made room and dad built a hutch.
Chirpy 2015 Galah 2: Our talking Galah who came from grandmas (she got him from her sister before the sister moved) sadly passed away, we have no idea what his age was. Dad saw ad in the paper for hand reared Galahs so we got Chirpy.
Birdie 2016 White Indian Ringneck 1 year old: Different bird supply place (its next door to one of 2 places that do the best fries/hot chips in South Australia) dad and I popped into get Chirpy toys to play with for enrichment and saw a hand reared white Indian Ringneck, who needs work doesn't like females and was starting to talk. I tried talking dad into getting him, we walked out with just toys and no birds. Couple weeks later dad comes inside and tells me the Indian Ring neck had been sold which I was disappointed about to a point, I thought he was so cool and grandma had them at one point to. He was sold alright to dad, 2 weeks later Birdie comes home and I see him when Michael and I get back here. He can talk a little but likes to do it when he thinks we can't hear or see him. He's not a patting bird, dad can pat his beak if hes quick other wise birdie gets bitey still.
I am currently dealing with a issue that has to do with my apartment. I believe the place to be haunted by a mimic. it has appeared as me or as one of my 2 daughters so far. seems harmless. it does have the ability to mess with the childs toys and it has reset my microwave. I will hear it in the kitchen messing with the pots and pans or the silverware. my grandson who is three ran terrified from the play area claiming he saw a large black bird in the corner. I am seriously seeking answers as to what this may be. it has become more active lately and I am not sure as to why. my son in law heard one of the childs toys going off in the play area and he went to investigate. he was recording from his phone trying to catch it when he became very cold and he was choked up with emotion to the point of crying and he has no clue why. I know a great deal about a lot of this stuff but I want an outside opinion on the matter. I am not sure if I should perform a cleansing. it has not harmed anyone only scared my grandson. this has been going on for 4yrs
Recap: deadzones, something changed the routes out on the internet. AGAIN !
Will be back if it corrects itself and/or I happen to try again in a few months.
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He watched as the rising suns began to peer out over the distant hills to the far west, for Miradwin orbited it's binary suns "backwards" relative to other planets in the system, Valus didn't know the precise reason for this, something about the planet having been knock out of its original orbit billions of years ago. Ancient astro-history wasn't a concern of his, the fact that the suns had failed to reveal his herd of Drongas, however, was. The massive beasts were semi-wild, but very circular in their habits, dispersing into the forests at night and coming out into the fields of tube-grass in the mornings to feed. As Valus approached the edge of the tube-grass he could not spot the leathery backs of the Drongas which normally spotted the fields. He made his way to the fence and through the waist high grass, the fence was more of a formality, used to designate the edge of his property, Dronga could easily step over the fence. At twice his height, nearly six meters, Drongas were the largest animals in the region. Despite an impressive set of tusks and their large size, Dronga were very passive animals, Miradwin's early settlers found that they could easily milk the beasts without fear of retribution (Dronga nursed their young). Valus could see no prints in the grass, the herd hadn't even arrived yet. This was very troubling, Dronga milk was his family's main source of income, if his herd had wander too far off, or worse been slaughtered by poachers, his family would be out of a home! Letting out several short clicks, intended to resemble the calls Dronga young make when separated by their mothers, Valus tried to couch any beasts in the area to show themselves. Drongas never traveled in small groups, if he could locate at least on of his animals, the rest would be nearby. After a few minutes of searching the outer fringe of the nearby forest, Valus came across a gruesome sight, three dead Dronga, their massive bulk lay by the stream that trickled from the far off hills. As he got closer he could see that the smaller of the three, a female, had been partly skinned and beheaded. Valus let out a deep sigh, Drongas breed only once every two years, the loss of a female was a serious punch to the gut. He retrieved his comm-unit from his bag and contacted his oldest two sons to come and help him with cleanup, and to bring the gun. Valus didn't like having a gun around, he despised the damned things, but he had heard one too many stories of poachers who were willing to harm farmers.
After a couple of minutes his sons, Keah and Ralun, arrived. Keah, the oldest, had the gun slung across his back and carried the gas canister. Dronga were simply too big to bury, so it was customary to burn them when they died, considering how importuned the animals were to them, Valus though it was only appropriate to give them a funeral pyre. He began to douse the animals in fuel while Keah stood watch, Ralun walked up to the largest of the Dronga and rubbed his hands through the beast's patchy hair. "They got Skeevo, poor old Skeevo!" He said, kicking the dirt. "He never hurt anyone, and they killed him just to feed those ravenous maggots they call children!" Part of Valus sympathized with his son, but he also wished he would watch his words. While their people* were one species, they were divided into two very different races, Valus and his sons were members of the Nakandri race, who were shorter, more robust and more "wild" in appearance than the taller and slimmer Malvika race. The differences weren't just of the physical variety, Nakandri breed slower and took longer to reach maturity than Malvika. While Nakandri see themselves as closer to the ancestral type, Malvika saw them as "primitive", a throwback to a more savage time period. Miradwin was one of the few planets where Nakandri were allowed to live on somewhat equal terms as Malvika, who were both more populous and held more political power. And that showed no sign of changing.
The funeral was relatively uneventful, and after making sure that the bodies had burned thoroughly they began their return journey home. Aside from a few broken branches they saw no sigh of poachers, nor of the rest of their herd. While Nakandri were happy to trade Dronga milk to the Malvika cities in the east in exchange for supplies, many Malvika felt that they had a right to simply take what they wanted from the "lesser" race. It was a sad state of affairs, Valus thought, that his sons and daughters (of which he had three), would spend their whole lives being looked down apon by Malvika. The pain of a lost herd was at least lessened softly by the sight of Valus' homestead coming into view, a two story domed structure, composed of wood and various metals gained through trading, it was just big enough for their whole family, smoke ebbed its way out of the trio of chimneys and filled the air above the homestead and light shined out of the colorful glass windows on the upper floor. It was a welcoming sight to Valus, and he was reminded that, while their lives were an almost daily struggle, he at least had his family, many Malvika sons were recruited from a young age to serve in the armed forces, battling out on distant worlds, against alien enemies, likely to never see home again. Valus hated conflict and war, and it saddened him that his species were more concerned with slaughter and conquest than trying to find peaceful solutions to problems. He had taught his children that violence and force should only be used as a last resort. As they approached the homestead, Keah and Ralun went off to the shed to gather tools needed to harvest the day's supply of fruits, while they gathered Dronga milk to trade, Valus' family sustained themselves of fruits and fish gathered in the surrounding forests and streams. Valus himself headed inside, where he met Meva, his wife. She had the most beautiful hair, a light auburn color, like harvest grain. They hugged and he rapped his arms around her and brought her in for a warm embrace.
"Is something wrong?" She asked him, and he told her the whole story about the Drongas. She placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to comfort him, "We can find a new herd, or gather enough fish to trade!" She said, trying her best to cheer him up. "I can't take it anymore!" Valus said, raising his voice, something he rarely did. "They treat us like dirt, steal from us and threaten to take our land if we don't have enough to trade with." Valus had lived almost his whole life on Miradwin, but he was at the end of his ropes, after everyone had gathered to eat, he announced to his family that they would take everything of value and trade it for an inter-planetary ship. "And just where do you suggest we go?" Meva asked him. "I once heard of a small, watery world, on the far edges of the Imperium, it already had a sapient species present, so it was only lightly colonized. We could start fresh, no poachers, no fear of eviction hanging over our heads." He explained to her. While it was true he wasn't sure if that world was even real, he knew that sometimes you just had to hold your breath and dive into the metaphorical waters. It took a bit more convincing before Meva finally agreed. "That settles it then, tomorrow me and Ralun will head into town to find us a ship and someone to fly it." He said, hoping for all their sakes his plan would work.
*Zylottans a reptomammalian species, roughly 5-9 feet tall at the shoulder, with their necks adding another two, they have a snakelike head (lacking external ears and with only vestigial nostrils), thick muscular tails, tipped in a small venomous spur, and barrel-shaped bodies. While they are bipedal by choice, standing on their collumn-like legs, they can "revert" to a quadrupedal stance when running. As they are not as "leggy" as humans, with arms and legs being of about equal length. Due to their evolutionary nature of being amphibious, they have webbed hands with each finger (a thumb and three fingers) encased in a claw up the the second joint. Their feet are vaguely circular, with only three claws, the fourth being vestigial. The end of the tail is flexible enough to rap around objects. They are covered head to toe in "hair" (actually modified scales) that can range in color from brown, to blonde, to red, to black. Eye color is typically brown or blue, with green appearing in 1/1000 births. Zylottans are a long lived and slow growing species. They are primarily carnivorous, but can and do eat fruits from time to time. The dental forumula per jaw is 4 pointed incisors, 1 canine, 3 premolars and 4 molars. No teeth are visible when the mouth is closed, although the canines may be large enough in some individuals to poke out between the lips. Sexual dimorphism is minimal, females are only slightly smaller and slimmer than the males.
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I love mysteries... probably a little bit too much. I've been so curious of the unknown, that I've tried to :
1). summon demons
2). talk to the dead
3). do magic spells
the list goes on... (maybe I have too much time on my hands)
Anyway.. I was researching information on the ouija board and I've always been skeptical about it. I saw that the prices range from about $15-$30. I was watching videos of people disproving it and finally came to my senses. As a 21 year old man, I am VERY CHEAP. I hate to spend money. And if there's anything I hate more than SPENDING money is WASTING money. I came to my senses and now I'm laughing at myself for even thinking about buying a cardboard game, only to end up talking to this cardboard and having it not reply.. Then I'll be sitting there looking stupid and angry about wasting my money on a kid's game.
Some of you know that I volunteer for a sort of advocacy group, mostly focusing on lower income and illegal workers, both legal and illegal. For over a year now, it has mostly been about prostitution, homelessness, unemployment, the usual thing one thinks about when one thinks about these things.
But things have changed. And the change is scary. I am scared. I am seeing it happen, right in front of me, real-time.
Two weeks ago, I received a call that a woman I know who has been working as a housemaid in the U.S. for 14 years had been arrested by ICE and was going to be deported. I had to go pick up her children at her home, because the children had been taught not to open the door for strangers, and that the people outside were police officers did absolutely nothing to reassure them. The only reason they came out for me was because they knew me personally, and because I convinced the Child Welfare lady to send the cops away.
Here's the thing: The Child Welfare lady let me take the children. She let me take them to someone else I knew who was an acquaintance of the arrested lady. I'm not sure how many of you have ever worked with Child Welfare, but they don't do that sort of thing without knowing every little detail about it. Most of them truly do care about the welfare of the children. And, I suspect that is why the lady let me take care of them. Because wherever she was meant to take them, she decided that the kids would be in a better place where I took them.
What about their mother? She was arrested at the police station. She was there because she was filling out a witness report to a crime she saw happening to someone else. I'm still working with the legal rep. They want to deport her to Mexico. She's from Venezuela. She's currently in a cell with a woman who shot another woman over a boyfriend. At least that woman has a different bar regarding what should be considered illegal behavior.
Some people here like to argue politics as a hobby. They like to think of these things theoretically. They don't think they do, heck, they have even sometimes convinced themselves they really sincerely care about the topic, and that they are personally affected by it. But here's the thing: How are you being affected? What have you seen? What has affected you personally?
Last week, I was talking to the pastor at a little church. He needed advice on the tunnels he was digging out of his church to a nearby building. He wanted to make sure his safe room was safe and hidden. Why? Because sometimes, homeless immigrants came into the church seeking shelter, or simply because they needed spiritual support, and since they did, ICE decided to wait by the watering hole, to catch and question them on the way out.
Do you understand what is happening in this country, right now? Churches are building escape tunnels.
What for? Is it just so they can avoid the front door and then carry on happily in that neighborhood? No. Once you are targeted, you need to get out of the country. Not the neighborhood, not state, the country. Because ICE doesn't give a damn about you or your family. They will separate you and send you to Mexico, and if that rips you away from your kids, oh well, you will catch them later probably, or not.
Canada is receiving refugees from America. Refugees from America. Let that sink in. People are so scared of their families being torn apart by American law enforcement, that they are hiding in tunnels and traveling across the entire freaking country to escape to Canada. They are literally crossing deserts and snow fields, at night, to escape.
That is what America has become. A country of hidden rooms and tunnels to protect refugees. Of Child Welfare agents willing to look the other way, so that families have a chance of staying together. Last week, American citizens were required to show their citizenship papers to get off a plane that had neither departed nor landed from a foreign country. Muhammad Ali Jr, and his Grandmother were approached by LEO and questioned about their religion. Do you think that having legal papers will save you? The president signed an EO that detained legal visa and green card holders. This is not about having the legal papers. That's just the excuse.
What is it going to take? What is your cut-off?
If the private prison corporations start building temporary camps for illegal immigrants, is that going to be okay? Beats putting them in actual jails, right? We don't want to be uncivilized about this.
How about we use those camps for marijuana users as well? Sure, the government is talking about going after marijuana users as well, but they aren't criminals, right? They would be safer in camps, rather than prisons, right?
Where is your line, people? Where?
Are you willing to carry and show your papers on demand, like the people on that plane did? That happened. It isn't theoretical. It happened.
Are you willing to be questioned about your religion? It is happening. Right now, as we speak, there are police officers questioning people on the suspicion of being Muslim. Where is your line?
There are secret safe houses for good people who are trying to keep their families together. There are secret escape tunnels to keep those people away from law enforcement trying to send them away to a country they may or may not be a citizen of. That's happening.
It may not happen to you. If you are white, it won't happen. But maybe it'll happen to a friend of yours. Maybe you don't even remember that they aren't white, just because you've know them for so long, and their race just isn't an issue with you. How involved are you? How much in danger are you? Is it just politics, or is it actually a part of your life?
When I went to talk to the housekeeper, ICE demanded to see proof of my citizenship. I was born in California. I have an Associates, a Bachelors, and a Masters degree. I served as both enlisted, and as an officer, in the U.S. Navy. I have fought in two wars for this country. None of that mattered. The only reason I was approached and questioned was because my skin is brown. The only reason I was not detained was because my day job is with a federal analyst group, my boss outranks the ICE captain.
This isn't politics for me. This is my daily life. I get stopped. I get questioned. I get detained. People I know are having their families torn apart. People I know are trying to escape the country. And people, like the pastor at the church, and the lady from Child Welfare, they also know things are happening, and they are doing what they can to help. They knew where the line was, and when that line was crossed, they took action.
What's your line? Have you even thought about it?
So...hello everyone! I have been away...very away from this site for some reason. I can't actually remember why, but it was probably just on my own accord. How's everyone been doing these past 5+ years I've been away? The site looks nice and all, and from what I remember of it, it looks almost the same really.
So, I've been doing ok. I've started college and I've been trying to get on with what I need to do and sometimes, life comes back around hard. I really used to love this place and for some reason, I left. But hopefully, I can get back into the swing of things and get back to making posts and all of that good stuff. Not sure what else to say, but I hope people do remember me from back then posting here, but if you don't, Hey! I hope to get re-acquainted with the site and post some stuff and whatnot. Hello to all those new members that I don't know and Hello to those of you who remember me from back then.
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Hello, hello yes, I am back finally ( even though no one probably looks forward to me posting stuff on her ). But I am back and I have had some fun since I've been off this site, not saying that this site is fun to look at. I have had some troubling times too, especially with school, but I won't go into that. My therian life has been going well, except for the explaining. I have had to ekplain to my mom and cousin what a therian is, my mom gets it pretty well and is chill with me being a therian but I will have to explain more to her as time goes on. My cousin says it makes no sense which makes me pretty sad, and she believes in Greek gods and that they control the things that they empower, so me and my friend will have to explain more to her, mainly my friend because he has been a therian for 11 years. There is just an update on my life, and my therian life. Signing out ~Serenity Moonlight
No matter if you're single or attached, chances are you will go on or have gone on a blind date at some point in your life. Keep in mind these tips if you are in such a situation again.
Things to do on a blind date
1. Bring 20 or so candles into the restaurant. During the meal, get up & arrange them around the table in a circle. Chant.
2.Wipe your nose on your date's sleeve. Twice.
3.Repeat every third third word you say say.
4.Lick your plate. Offer to lick your date's.
5.Order a bucket of lard.
6.Sacrifice french fries to the great deity, Pomme.
8.Refuse to communicate in anything but mime for the entire evening.
9.Recite graphic limericks to the people at the table next to you.
10.Take a break & go into the restroom. When you return to the table, throw a spare pair of underwear on the back of one of the chairs. Tell your date, with a straight face, "They need to air out."
11.Order your food by colors and textures. Sculpt.
12.Save the bones from your meal & explain that you're taking them home to your invalid, senile old mother because it's a lot cheaper than actually feeding her.
The saying goes...the higher trees get more wind. Well,.let me tell you...it's not the wind that bothers me...it is the items carried by the wind that is getting me under.
I tend to give the benefit of the doubt to most of the situations I come across, and I try to the best of my ability to be fair and just in my actions. Tonight I am sad, I was mad...now just sad.
People I have not wronged in any way is spreading vicious rumours. So bad that It could ruin my marriage. The marriage I am not worried bout cause it's not true,(the rumours) and I am honest with my partner about the rumours, but I am seriously doubting the integrity of human kind.
I hate that feeling of absolute sadness that has filled my soul. My brain tells me to get angry and fight these allegations with fire, the joke of the matter? Rumours started when I got the promotion... And the dude that is part of the rumours is not the one that recommended me for the promotion. Irony...
So yeah...I fell into this feeling and I can't shake it. I am suppose to feel and take this bull by the horns, yet all I feel is sad and disgusted with human kind.
I woke up this morning feeling worthless. That's the price you pay at times when you're a recluse such as I am and there's no one around to offer encouragement. One becomes acclimated to loneliness in the same way one becomes acclimated to the cold of winter or the heat of summer, but today was different. I felt as though my foundation had disappeared from under my feet and I was looking up from inside a deep pit. As I lay there in bed, I contemplated quitting. I searched my soul, and I couldn't think of anything in my life that was worthwhile to other people, I felt like nothing I did was making me a better person.
I counted the cost of what my life would be like if I simply gave up and let hopelessness devour me. First off, of course, I'd start drinking again; then I'd neglect my home and my yard and my health, and soon I'd be just another old drunk with empty eyes. I almost said the words: "God, I can't do it anymore. I give up."
And even as I prepared myself to say those words, a thought came to me: "Why are you giving up on yourself, when God hasn't given up on you?" Hmm....
I went downstairs and made coffee, checked out things on the Internet, and slowly got ready to make the 50-mile drive to the 'big city' to run errands and go to Sunday night church. I tried to encourage myself by thinking I'd hear a really good sermon at church that would: Set My Feet On A Mountaintop!! But those chains of worthlessness weighed me down all the way into town.
After a haircut, and a visit to Sears to buy a couple of pairs of blue jeans, I went to the Walmart near my church. I picked up some cucumbers and bell peppers and balsamic vinegar, and stood in line at the Express Checkout. The cashier was a young black woman, maybe 25 years old, with tightly braided hair, a smooth complexion, and a strong build. But her eyes were sad. The family she was checking out was having a hard time getting their credit card to work, and the line was at a standstill. The cashier waited patiently, without even a hint of annoyance, maintaining her stoic look with those sad eyes. The next people in line also had credit card trouble and the cashier quietly smiled at them.
When my turn came, I tried to guess her accent. South Africa? Eritrea? Her nametag said, 'Kang', a name I'd never seen before. As she began scanning my groceries, she picked up the cucumbers and asked "Cucumbers?". I said yes, then she picked up the bell peppers, and started to look at the picture chart. I said, "Bell Peppers". By now I was overwhelmed with curiosity. I asked quietly, "So, where are you from?" She looked at me with just a little bit of apprehension, and said "South Sudan".
The Sudanese have endured centuries of civil wars and military coups, starvation, and slavery. In recent years, three million people have been displaced, six million people are at risk of starvation, barrels of gasoline with detonators attached are dropped from helicopters into villages of grass huts, and slave-trading is rampant. It's a terrible place to live, and the outside world has done little to intervene.
Kang has won the lottery: she has come from a living hell to beautiful, peaceful Iowa and has a real job, nice clothes, and the glorious freedom of America. With all the weight of those thoughts racing through my mind, I looked at her and said, "Congratulations!!"
I'm not exaggerating when I say that Kang was transformed before my very eyes. She appeared to be a little girl, her eyes brightened as though they were lit from within, she looked at me and said, "Thank you!!" As she handed me my grocery bags, she looked directly in my eyes, smiling with joy, and said "Thank you!!" a second time.
Needless to say, I drove home with tears in my eyes. This mountaintop feels pretty good.
It was a few years ago. Enough that I can't exactly remember how it looked. It was a very old house, made out of wood. It was dangerous to have any sort of event, as the danger of the building caving in was extreme, but my family, being from the deep south, didn't take that precaution.
It was somebody's birthday party, which very conveniently fell near Halloween. So, we rented out an old, abandoned house, and used it like a walk-through horror attraction. We picked a few family members to put on masks and hide behind certain furniture. It was fun while it lasted, but what would happen the next day, was not a laughing matter.
Three people went to clean up after the party the next day. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I know that one of them was walking in front of a bookshelf when it tipped over, crushing their leg and pinning them to the ground. They were okay, but our family has never been in or near that house again.
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I want to write down an experience that may be paranormal. It mystifies me still and more information has eluded me.
So to start out, I had this odd dream where the earth by my house cracked open. Well several dreams would show the same crack getting bigger, so in the last dream it showed the crack several inches wide and several feet deep. Well in the last few dreams there is also this odd spider. It's orange and teal. The back is a pyramid with the under side of the spider having a stinger. This stinger is more of a spike.
Okay whatever right. It's just a dream. So I end up moving to a different city. After a couple of years, I dream of this same exact spider. In the dream it stabs me through the hand. Then I kill it. No biggie, just a dream. So I wake up go through my week and start having these odd episodes. (Actually part of the reason I was gone for awhile) In my mind I was different phrases being repeated. My body would heat up and I would have this paralyzing feeling. The more I fought it, the worse the symptoms would get. Afterwards I would have a severe headache and would feel a bit weak. For awhile it would happen once to twice a week. Soon I noticed that I couldn't remember certain things. Apparently I did this or that, or I would forget the subject we were just talking about.
During one of these episodes, I had suddenly decided to imagine a cave of crystals and the symptoms immediately stopped. I felt my mind was safe in my little cave.
After researching, all I can come up with is that it may have been some odd seizure. So what do you guys think?
I've kinda become consciously aware of some things lately. These are things I'd normally keep to myself, but I get this strange vibe that there are some folks who might benefit from hearing about it. Have you ever tried to just observe yourself? What I mean is have you ever examined what you think about over a whole day? The things you spend time worrying about? Or being angry about? Being happy about? I think if you had, what you'd find is you spend the vast majority of your time chasing phantoms. At least that's what I've discovered about myself. We are either worrying about things we have no control over, or trying to put out the fires of our past.
Rarely are our brains even present. When you really think about it, what kind of way is that to live? Why forsake the beauty in each individual moment for things that either no longer even exist, or there isn't anything we can do about it anyway? How much more could a person accomplish if they were in fully consciousness in every moment, instead of shooting or dodging little arrows from or towards things that might as well not even exist?
If you are feeling me at all here. If there is anything I've said that strikes a cord with you. I'd like it if you could just do a little experiment. Close your eyes, heck even lay right down on the floor and imagine you are dead. You literally have 3 minutes left of conscious thought. after that it is over, you will be no more. Really try and sell it to yourself. Visualize it.
What do you do with that 3 minutes? I don't claim to have any idea what it is you'd find important in those last 3 minutes. Maybe you'd spend your time trying to connect with God. Maybe you'd want to share with family. What ever it is you'd decide to think about, chances are you'd easily find the things that are truly important to you. More importantly you'd know the things that are not. You'd find the things you should have had your full attention on this whole time.
Congratulations you are now resurrected. Its a miracle. And now with a new sense of what's important. With the wisdom that often never occurs to us till we lay on our death bed. Your second chance starts right now. Your path is now much more clear. But will you walk it?
Thanks for reading folks
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The republicans fought Obama's agenda where it diverged from their principles. I fully expect the Dems to do the same and when it is done on real principles, I have no problem with it. We are 340 million, very diverse human beings with different needs and wants. The reason this country became so successful is that we have, before now, always managed to find common ground. Even when the Republicans began the long fight against Obama, it was AFTER he humiliated his former opponent, McCain, by telling him publicly that the campaign was over and that HE won. He never ONCE after that, attempted to reach across the aisle and make common cause with them on anything. Even then, they gave him 7 of his critical cabinet picks without fighting because that was always the tradition. That wasn't done out of respect for Obama, it was in respect for our country and its new president. For the next two years at least, Trump has the power to make huge strides in changing policy. I said it right after the election and inauguration, Trump will only remain president for four years if he keeps his promises as best he can and is relentless in making his case daily to his supporters. If they ever turn against him in any substantial percentage, the Republican elite will shank him like Brutus. Count on it. McCain and Graham are already sharpening the blades. Until that happens, though, Trump will beat every attempt to stop him OR even to cause him to change tack. The hystaters on the Left will pull out all the stops. He will be investigated by large numbers of individuals and any slightest bit of potential dirt will be magnified and shouted from the electronic rooftops and it will do ZERO good for their cause. Trump is untouchable as long as he does his best to keep his promises.
I said all that to say this.... this behavior is unprecedented in the era of modern communication. UNPRECEDENTED. I think Trump should, regardless how nasty the SC nominee is treated, reach out in a reasonable way and offer the senators who are up for re-election some positive legislation for the country that can help them at home in 2018. If he does that early, he should be able to expect some help from them on his agenda. If they refuse then he should not look back and he should push his agenda without apologies. He is not Satan or Hitler, he is a guy who is phenomenally placed to make a real difference for Americans who believe in traditional values without HATING our fellow citizens who are not comfortable with them. America is changing and it will be dramatically different within a few decades. If the agendas of the Left and its extreme fringes attempt to force their ideology on the other half of the nation, if they refuse to work peacefully with the current government and especially if they become violent in their protestations, this great nation could easily fall into a new Civil war. It won't be about enslaved racial groups or State's Rights. It will be fought in every state, county and town. It will split families. It will be a bloody conflict between those who are willing to work and produce, versus those who simply demand from the public treasury. One side will be armed and know very well how to use them. The other will depend on law enforcement and the national military to enforce the whim of a rogue government they have managed to set in place. The hystaters will fail miserably and many citizens all over the country will die. In the aftermath, our nation will be severely weakened but this may be what is necessary to bring the Progs back into reality and back to a place where they are willing to help build and stop tearing down. I pray we can avoid this but I see no way any longer.
I'd like some feedback if anyone can do and remain civil. Thanks!
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InterGalacticNews: Today the Zarvorians have barred the Galian Slime Eel species from entering their Sovereignty. President Slovigard stated, “We have enough slime on our planet already. Their religion rejects our God, The Divine Ogilvy, Who every civilized being knows is the only True God of the Universe. And besides, these creatures scare little children with their outlandish dress and appalling eating habits.”
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