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  1. Cantu said he has to look into whether the tears were a hoax, but, he said, “even if it were (a hoax), we are not sure how it would be done, physically. Because it is hardened bronze. We’ve examined the interior, and there’s nothing on the interior.”


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    What we long for, we also fear

    I live in the Sacrament of My love as I live in heaven, in a ceaseless state of intercession for all who believe in Me and come to Me with the weight of life’s burdens and sorrows. There is nothing that I will not do for the soul who approaches Me with confidence.

    A Benedictine Monk. In Sinu Jesu: When Heart Speaks to Heart--
    The Journal of a Priest at Prayer (Kindle Locations 3959-3961). Angelico Press. Kindle Edition.

    In a truly loving relationship, be it in marriage, or between friends, it is enriched when one is open and honest about his or her life’s journey, struggles, hopes, and failures.  In doing so, the receiver is encouraged to respond also in trust and intimacy.  This cannot be done unless vulnerability and what that means is embraced.  Relationships cannot grow if this depth of openness is lacking.  There are many levels in relationships.  People can have a deep affection for another, but still not have a friendship of any real depth. Which is also something good in itself.  Close acquaintances can also draw us outside of ourselves, and teach us to love, and trust, even if it is not as deep as it is with friendship.   Real friendship is rare, and is probably one of the greatest gifts in this life.  Yet it is not always easy to make that step. 

    Christ Jesus, is open, and honest, with mankind, in his desire to bring us to the Father, and to have a loving, trusting, relationship, with us.  He tells us not to fear.  Yet when reading the New Testament, this reality is often forgotten, overlooked, or downplayed because it is very difficult to understand such a love….even though I believe it is the deepest longing of the human heart. 

    Sin is an act of self-destruction, of becoming isolated, trapped, chained, and locked away in a self-imposed prison.  This can be seen in the more obvious forms of addiction.  It is ‘sin’ because it is an attempt to escape from life, but what one gets is only deeper pain and suffering.  Hatred and contempt of others is often an attempt to not see the ‘enemies’ humanity, for when we actually see those around us as truly human, with deep interiors lives, many find it hard to actually box them in.  Jesus could love all, because he saw deeply into others, and because of his deep empathy, probably suffered greatly for that…..yet he did seek to escape the reality of the hidden interiority of all that he met. 

    We are also sinned against.  We can be chained by the wounds that we received from our parents, siblings, and friends, and yes enemies, that makes it very hard to believe in any kind of mercy, kindness, in our fellow human beings, or in fact that trust is even possible……sin brings forth bitter fruit.

    Fear protects us, but we outgrow the need of fear, but often do not know it.  The deep desire to be loved, is also the desire to be ‘seen’ in our totality, and loved, because the One who gazes on our soul knows and understands everything. There is no prerequisite to explain, but there is a need to have an open heart.  Sometimes we can’t explain the ‘whys’ in our life, but we can expose our hearts in a trust, and let the light in so as to see everything.  It is there already, the illumination, but unless we trust, we can be blind to that reality.

    Humans understand punishment, judgment, rage, and rejection, all too well.  So when we think of God, we want something we understand. So God becomes like us, just bigger, meaner, crueler, and unforgiving.  Better to worship Zeus in a rage (this we can understand) than a God of Love, which is way beyond our comprehension.  For love can’t be controlled, it is like a raging river seeking entrance into our hearts, seeking to wash away all that impedes that love. 

    If only many Christians would stop being so violently judgmental, something we are told not to do, perhaps then our faith would not be so hated and reviled.  Jesus calls us all to conversion, to turn away from a life that only leads to eternal isolation from all that we truly long for.  When we judge in a way that Jesus told us not to, it only pushes people further away.

    I am grateful that God’s grace is always at work, and so even though we may fail in many ways, we still pray for all.  In saying the Our Father, slowly, with attention, we can come to the realization that we are in fact praying for everyone, not just those whom we think are like us, or believe like us, but truly everyone.  In that, many deep wounds are healed, for mercy goes both ways.  In forgiving, we are forgiven.  In showing compassion, we also experience compassion flowing back to us.—Br.MD 


  3. Goat Blogging


    Today im sharing with you a tarot spread http://www.psychickarina.com/tarot/mediumship.html

    Which Ill be using to make contact with my Guardian Angel :innocent:. While doing so Id like to tale this opportunity to thank a user who wishes to remain anonymous :ph34r:. Id like to thank u for revealing the truth to me and I really appricate it.

    Lets jump right into the reading the first five cards will explain the relationship that I have with my Guardian Angel. 

    The user I was in contact with told me that he was a friend from my childhood. In which Im still trying to figure out who he is still :whistle:.

    Anyway he was someone who'd help me reexamine my motives before I done anything to embarass myself (RAce of Swords). Because I was child who taken my good fortune for granted (RThree of Cups).

    But he was someone with extreme point of view upon a particular situation where Ill help me understand how things really were (RKing of Wands). 

    Moving onto the next set of cards which are personal messages. So at the moment im facing some financial difficulties where he is pretty much saying that money cant buy u happiness (RAce of Pentacles).

    Slack will be cut soon and relief will be coming within 3 months! (Im getting a new job!) (6 of Swords). But now is the time for rest and reassessment and wait patiently (Hanged Man).

    Theres unexpected news coming probably something of a spiritual nature (Page of Cups) Im also having my attention drawn to this card which could show his physical appearence which sort of does represent someone I know from my childhood.

    The last section of cards is other important information that needs to be addressed.

    (RPage of Swords) Theres an impostor will be revealed who has made a situation really difficult. Which is connected to my depression and I should see a GP (King of Cups).

    As past eventd have came back to haunt me where there may be a few accidents involved (REight of Swords). So at the time im facing disappointments at the moment due to my own stupidity (RStar). 



  4. The Forbidden Doll Island
    By Paul Dale Roberts, HPI’s Esoteric Detective
    Halo Paranormal Investigations – HPI International.
    Sacramento Haunted Paranormal Hotline: (916) 203-7503 – 4 Advice & Investigations
    Email: jazmaonline@gmail.com

    The Forbidden Doll island is also known as Isla de las Munecas.  In Spanish, this is interpreted as The Island of the Dolls.
    My half-brother Andrew (Andres/Andy) Somprise Soyo went to Spring Break in Cancun, Mexico.  The year was 1988.  Andy met a young Mexican local woman named Darlene Rodriguez and Darlene and Andy hit it off.   Darlene showed Andy the sites in Mexico City and showed him the Pyramid of the Moon (Teotihuacan).  Darlene after showing Andy the pyramid asked if he would like to see an island that would blow his mind.  Andy, being the adventurer that he was, said "yes".  Darlene took him to the eerie island known as The Island of the Dolls.  This island is just south of Mexico City and it is between the canals of Xochimico.  This island at one time was not a tourist attraction, but since some paranormal shows have featured this island, paranormal enthusiasts now flock to the island.  

    Legend has it, the island was dedicated to a young girl that drowned.  My half-brother Andy said that the island has hundreds of horrific looking dolls hanging from the trees.  The dolls are missing limbs, missing eyes, decaying filthy plastic and decapitated heads.  The dolls with eyes, look like they are looking right into your soul.  Andy said that the hair on his arms stood on end.  Andy felt queasy on the island and saw what appeared to be misty shapes moving about the forest.  The island once belonged to a man named Don Julian Santana Barrera.  Santana was a loner, introvert and did not like to socialize.  Santana discovered a drowned girl in one of the canals.  By the drowned girl was a floating doll.  Santana believed the floating doll belonged to the drowned girl.  As a sign of respect, Santana hung the doll on one of the trees.  Santana after returning home, was plagued by the sound of whispers and hearing footsteps.  During the evening, he would hear strange wailing cries in the night.  Driven mad from the paranormal activity that was happening around him, for the next 50 years he started hanging dolls from the trees at this island.  This was a way to appease the spirit of the drowned girl and the dark forces that now haunt him.  What makes this a big mystery is that Santana in 2001 was found dead in the exact spot where he found the drowned girl.  Locals believed he was cursed by the drowned girl and that dark forces sought revenge upon Santana.  Somehow Santana made the spirits angry.

    Carlos Menendez, a visitor of the island said that he actually witnessed some of the dolls moving their heads, legs and arms.  One doll even winked at him.  My half-brother island felt little hands running through his scalp and his girlfriend at the time Darlene had a short fainting spell.  

    Other stories from tourists:

    Ximena Ruiz said that as a joke, she placed a Chuckie doll on the island.  Her two friends told her it was disrespectful and that she should not do it.  Ximena did it anyway.  When she returned home after visiting the island, she had several nightmares where she was walking alone on the island.  As she walked, all of the dolls on the island turned their heads to look at her.  Before she knew it, the dolls started screaming and laughing.  Some of the dolls started pointing their finger at her.  Then out of the thickets Chuckie was approaching her and carrying a large knife.  In each dream that she had, Chuckie was getting closer and closer.  Ximena felt she was in danger and returned to the island and found the Chuckie doll that she left behind.  Ximena took the Chuckie doll home and had it blessed.  Ximena's nightmares have now stopped.  Ximena says she will never disrespect the island in anyway, shape or form.

    Lorenzo Suarez in 2003 visited the island with two friends.  Lorenzo says that on one area of the island he felt like he was walking through a surreal doorway.  The atmosphere was like a flowing jelly substance and the sky was no longer blue, the sky was an orangish tint.  As he entered this doorway and looked around, he saw a multitude of shadowy figures and they were all looking at him.  Lorenzo started screaming and running back to where he felt the doorway should be.  Lorenzo felt the flowing jelly substance once again and before he knew it, he was back in his reality, the sky was once again blue and he could clearly see the dolls hanging from the trees.

    Jimena Velez claims in 2009 while visiting the island with her father, they came across a small humanoid creature.  Jimena said it looked like a hobgoblin.  After this encounter, Jimena spent time on the Internet trying to see what they encountered and the only thing she could find on the Internet was a drawing of a hobgoblin.  This drawing was similar to what she encountered with her father.  The hobgoblin moved swiftly across some lily pads, through bushes and towards Jimena and her father.  Jimena said in a blink of an eye, the hobgoblin jumped on her father and scratched his neck and then ran back into the bushes.  Jimena's father was bleeding from his neck and had 3 scratch wounds on his neck.

    Special Note:  I believe that Jimena and her father encountered a demonic entity in the guise of a hobgoblin.  The 3 scratches on the father's neck was a warning to stay off the island.

    I have never been to Forbidden Doll Island and one day I would like to conduct my own investigation of the island.  This paranormal hotspot is definitely on my bucket list.  

  5. Just noticed it has been over two months, now, closer to three, really, since I unexpectedly experienced an awakening of Kundalini. It seems a good time to post an update about it and some of what I have learned over the past time of living with it.

    I knew nothing about this until it happened, but, was no stranger to sensing things or seeing things or working with energy. Years ago I got all my Reiki Mastery attunements just to see what that was all about, was a Pentecostal Christian for some years and raised on the Holy Ghost. The occasional people who claim this is all nonsense and not real have no weight with me. There are a lot of real things out here that others need to deny and create their own negative bias to support for their own reasons, That has nothing to do with me or my life. I do not lie nor am I delusional, thanks.

    This has been an interesting phase though for the research I have come across about it. Since my last post on kundalini, I have run into one guy who assures me it is demonic and requires deliverance and adherence to a more pure form of Christianity. I find this sad, because I am sadly familiar with demonic activity and that never has anything to do with love, self discipline, or breaking of addictions such as drugs or pornography. Quite to the contrary when a demon is very much present in a life or attempting to subjugate a person's will. However, I have come to a better understanding of what it means to have free will and less concern when I run into people who are exercising their own. That person would not engage in discussion with me, in fact almost seemed unwilling to admit this was his position to me even though I asked him directly and his ideas were plain in something he had written. It was as if he did not expect someone who was experiencing "K" to ask him. Maybe he feared a fight about it, but, I don't care to bother with that. No need for it. I was interested in why he believed this after allegedly being an instructor of it for some years and presumably being competent in it at one time.

    I will say this, it is like anything else. If you have a phenomenon, you will always have a fake turn up, and one or the other always gets the "demonic" branding. People delude themselves, or want something and so fake it, or else do what they think is really happening and then debunk their own fallacious "experience". 

    I have been lucky. I have read an easy dozen reports about real issues some are having with K in their lives. I have read a neurologist claiming it is a mental health crisis in need of drugs to bring to a halt immediately. There have been a few posts about the "nofap" movement which seems to underlie K progression. As usual, there are those who work diligently all the time to make progress deeper into it, and a percentage who want to stop it entirely on the forum my primary mentor works to help people publicly. Some are extreme in dietary considerations, others are like me, just moving on with life the same as before, with occasional experiences of K arising and demanding more attention for a while more than always being at the back of my mind, 24/7.

    Like my mentor, who is that because I have chosen him as my example, not that he has accepted me as a student, I feel a clear need to be out here, where I actually do not want to be, willing to talk about it and being available as a source of information for this experience. It is like the rest of the paranormal and religious explorations I have done over my lifetime, I cannot just indulge my own curiosity but do need to tell a few of the stories. 

    It does not pay to fan the flames of a supposed paranormal experience and blow it all out of proportion. Experience has shown me that ignoring it and letting it force itself into my awareness and reveal what it actually is about gets me a more accurate assessment of what is truly going on. If it cannot do this, it is not significant enough to warrant me wasting time trying to sort it out. I took this approach with K as well, sort of went to ground after it happened, did not do anything to try to fire it up stronger, researched around, checked with my own known inner sources, took it as it came.

    None of the psychotic episodes some describe came close to happening. I have not experienced any of the kriyas which seem very common (autonomous movements of the body apart from being the willed motions of the experiencer, often repetitious). That the energy can communicate clearly is true. Sometimes in bursts of insight, sometimes literal words. Different from Reiki, where you muster the energy and direct it, K has its own will and comes and flows as it wants to. Unlike Reiki, which seems to exist more as a gift for others to help and heal, K is basically all about you, changing you, opening your eyes to your own actions and your own place and significance in All Things. That is not anonymous, though, it points to a divine aspect of All Things. It illuminates an end point reality of being One with All and yet Unique, divinely unique at the same time. This is admittedly a challenging reality to grasp, but, I have seen it, glimpses, and have a vague understanding of where it all goes to. 

    At this (extremely early) point, I have to conclude a few things about my experience. It does not pay to be one of those who try to force it to wake up and come into your life. Those seem to be the ones with all the major problems, drama and issues. Not knowing these folks personally, maybe that is how they deal with most things. I have always been more pragmatic and dogged about things. I always meditated a few times a day for short periods and still do. It came on its own. If it really is of God then it can deal with me where it found me. I have done nothing to try to inspire it to greater heights. I have not started yoga (pullease), changed my diet nor cut the wife off. I never had a porn addiction so that has not been something I have to wrestle with now to break. My main addiction was cigarettes and I quit those five years ago but it is not gone. My Dad's death last Winter had me instantly craving a smoke as if I had never quit at all. I had to actually go back on the gum and still chew it now and then trying to re-quit (though I did NOT light up. The pain, though, is real). 

    Speaking more as a form of clergy (Vodou) with decades of experience (and not as a K rising person of great experience - which I am NOT), I think some of this extremism is inherent to East meets West and enthusiasm in people wanting to respond to a tremendous experience which seems to be like the very touch of God and divine Love. It is life changing, even for me who already has known that the Love of God is real, transforming and forever. For people who have never known that or perhaps even believed there was Someone Out There who loves them, this is the most important thing in life and they react accordingly. It is self validating, nobody can convince you it is not happening, it is not real and it is not there and alive, if you really have it going on. It got my attention, for all I have ever experienced over my life.

    The way I see it, ok, K is here for me, now. So are some other facts of life for me and we will work on it as a team. I am all about God and loving Him back, but, I also have obligations. I am not going to diss the wife, I am not going vegan for anyone, I already do not eat a great deal of meat just because my tastes have changed over time but rules suck. I am not going to call it being a vegetarian. I will go to a steak house with anyone given the chance, and feel no remorse over it. Kundalini is not a religion and I am wary about accepting "rules" which have some of that odor to them, not simply good advice which helps one along the way.

    So, what has changed? In my inner world, I am always accompanied with Other now. I am not alone. I knew this before but now, it is quite clear to me. I am beginning to grasp that Other is not really Other the way I thought before, but the word is useful to explain things, still. I see way more clearly than I ever did that free will controls almost everything out here in this experiential reality we share. Yours, mine, his, hers. As a result, you can say I care less about what others think, and you would be right. I deal with dissension a different way these days if I have to deal with it at all. People CHOOSE how they want to think and experience the world, so let them do that. The adults among them will allow you to do the same, the children are the ones who will try to insult and sneer and attack you for not being like them much like a flock of chickens will peck at the one without feathers until they kill it to force conformity. It leaves them with conformity, but not superiority.

    There are bigger issues, larger fish to fry as it were, than worrying about opinions. I don't run with the flock, haven't for some time, and I finally see this and what a good deal it turns out to be. Kundalini has opened my eyes to this more clearly than I ever saw it before.

  6. A Meditation on Isaiah 40:21-31 “Comfort amidst the Unexpected and the Uncertain”

        Can I start today's blog by asking my readers a tough question? How many of you have ever gotten fired from a job before? I would love to hear about your experiences in the comments below. Was it sudden? Or did you see it coming? Was it a shock to the system or were you glad to go?

    Well, full disclosure…I have to raise my hand. If I’m perfectly honest, so much of my working life has been a lot like the old arcade game Frogger. 

    If you’ve never played it, the object of the game is to move your little frog across a busy intersection to get home. There’s all these obstacles like cars and trucks in your way. If you stay in one place for too long…splat…you’re done. Yeah, a lot of my jobs were like that. So no surprise I saw a game over screen.

    I’ll never forget…I was working for this large franchise of a major cell phone company. At one time, they had stores all over the state. I started off in their customer retention department…which was calling past customers to come in and upgrade their phones. 

    Within a month or two I was their top salesperson and so the owner of the company asked if I would also work out on the sales floor to help one of their lagging stores. Within another month or two I was the top salesperson of that store. And I was doing both the retention sales and the retail….so I was making a killing by commission standards. I was also getting the attention of the higher-ups in the company. They very seriously started talking to me about the possibility of opening up my own franchise store. And they were so impressed with my work they were saying they would be willing to help with the initial investment. 

    Now I come from a very business minded family so when I talked to them about the franchise possibility, they were on board. It seemed like it was really going to become a reality. I had just turned 30, so I thought I was doing pretty good for myself. I was about to own my own store. I’d watch these store owners pull into the parking lots in their BMW’s and Jaguars and I’d think to myself….that’s going to be me pretty soon. Everything was falling in to place and the future seemed like a done deal.

    There was only one last thing to do before I got my own store….they wanted to train me how to manage the daily operations of an existing one.

    They sent me to train with the best owner in the company. And I could tell he didn’t like me from the start. He was always short, snide, and rude with me. In retrospect, I think he saw me as competition. Well, one night he just abruptly tells me he’s leaving, tells me to close up, and walks out. The problem was….he hadn’t trained me….on how to close the store. It freaked me out. 

    I counted down all the registers, I called the guy’s assistant manager. He told me how to post the reports for the day and gave me the alarm codes. 

    I locked up, breathed a sigh of relief, and went home.

    The next day this owner called me in to his office and tells me that the technician had left the basement door where they do repairs unlocked and that I hadn’t locked it when I left. I said I didn’t know anybody even used that door and that I’d appreciate in the future he’d tell me things like that. And if you’re going to leave abruptly you might at least tell me what to do. 

    Then he looked at me with this smug grin and says “Well, unfortunately there won’t be a future for you. Leaving that door unlocked posed a big security risk to our company. We’re going to have to let you go.”

    I was stunned. In an instant I went from thinking I was on my way to becoming this franchisee big shot to wondering how I was going to be able to pay rent for the month.

    The future that seemed so sure, so foolproof suddenly became lost under a dark cloud of uncertainty. Have you ever been there? 

    Do you know what I’m talking about? We have a certain illusion of control over our lives…that things are going to go as we expect them to. But then we’re hit with the unexpected and the uncertain and those illusions are shattered. We realize we don’t have the kind of control that we think. 

    We realize that we walk a delicate path between happiness and pain, light and dark. We realize that there are very little constants and that our circumstances are always subject to change. 

        So where do we turn in moments like these? It’s easy to lose hope. Again, I’d love to hear about your experiences and how things worked out for you in the comments section.

    Today we’re going to be taking a look at the historical context of this powerful passage of Scripture and we’re going to see how the situations that the Israelites faced so many centuries ago can speak to us now about God’s presence in our lives in the midst of the unexpected and the uncertain. 


        Hezekiah was one of the few righteous kings of Judah. He restored worship of the one true God, Yahweh, all throughout Judah. He brought prosperity and expansion. 

    Later on, he tried cozying up to Babylon in the north and becoming allies with them. Things were going really well.

    But evidently that last part was a mistake because Isaiah comes to him in chapter 39. He says “days are coming when all that is in your house, which your ancestors have stored up until this day, will be carried off to Babylon. Nothing will be left, says the Lord.”

    The unexpected. You think your enemies are gone. You think the future is wide open and full of promise. But then you find out that backwater kingdom to the northeast…is suddenly going to become the next great super-power…and that nothing will be left. And that’s exactly what happened. 

    In 597 BCE Jerusalem fell to the Babylonians. The Temple was completely destroyed and all the wealth of the Kingdom was plundered and taken to Babylon. But most importantly, the majority of the Jewish people themselves were taken in captivity. It was the beginning of the exile. In an instant, the Jewish way of life was completely lost. In Babylon, most of them lived in labor camps and worked as slaves. The unexpected. 

    Now between Isaiah chapter 39 and 40…there’s actually a time difference of 70 years. That’s how long the Jewish people were in exile. 70 long years. The unexpected gave way to the uncertain. I’m sure most of them didn’t feel any hope for the future. I’m sure most of them felt that God had completely abandoned them.

    And as time passed the prosperity and happiness of Jerusalem became a distant memory. It’s said that the Jewish people often sat by the rivers in Babylon, just weeping. 

    But while the Israelites were being swept up in the winds of the unexpected, uncertainty, and change, the prophet Isaiah knew these things weren’t simply a matter of chance, bad luck, or some kind of curses from on high. No, he understood these shifting of the sands as being the human condition. All flesh is like grass. The grass withers. The flower fades. My brothers and sisters, these aren’t easy words to hear. And yet, they give us perspective. 

    They help us to strip away the idols that we create in our own lives; idols of pride, idols of control, idols of power and invincibility. 

    The Prophet Isaiah witnessed the ebb and flow of human history in a broken and fallen world. He witnessed the rise and fall of nations. And he stood with his people in times of triumph and disaster; joy and sorrow. Isaiah understood the words of the great teacher who came before him, the teacher who said “for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” The seasons come and go…and everything under the sun is subject to perpetual change. 

    Isaiah knew they were prisoners to more than just the Babylonians. They were prisoners to time itself. 

    That’s the true exile; deeper even than their terrible circumstances. 

    See, if you really think about it, we’re ALL exiles. We lost the paradise we were created for. And the unexpected, the uncertain….we can’t escape these things. Maybe that’s why they’d all but given up. Now the irony of this chapter is that it was written just as Babylon itself was collapsing. The Persians were the next superpower. They conquered Babylon. And they freed the Jewish people. They told them they could go home and live in peace. 

    But a lot of them didn’t want to. Jerusalem was in ruins. The temple was gone. They didn’t want to rebuild. They were so used to living with their circumstances it was easier to just stay where they were, crying by the side of the river. And we can all relate to that too, can’t we?  These tempests of the unexpected and the uncertain…they can throw our whole lives into such chaos that we grow weary and exhausted. We can’t fight it anymore. We surrender and we let the winds blow us where they will. 

    The great philosopher Albert Camus said the only real philosophical question is trying to judge whether life is even worth living or not. 

    And we might all find ourselves asking that same question when we lose a loved one….or when our marriage of so many years suddenly falls apart….or when we lose our job and we’re afraid we’re going to have to sell our house. These are the circumstances…the unexpected…and the uncertain…that remind us we too are in exile. 

    But the ancient prophet understood reality more than that modern philosopher. 

    See, he knew that it’s only when we understand our place that we could learn to soar like eagles in spite of our circumstances….because while the philosopher said we’re alone in the universe and that life itself ultimately has no meaning…the prophet said that the universe was fashioned by the hands of a providential God….a God who is transcendent and immanent…a God who knows each of us….by name. 

    God is transcendent. What does that mean? The Prophet says God sits enthroned above the circle of the earth. God is greater than the heavens and the earth. God is above everything that exists…that’s what transcendence means. There are at least 100 billion galaxies in the universe. Our Milky Way is just a tiny part of it. But these things didn’t come about by time and chance. God created all of it. Comfort my people, God says. Tell them that the endless stars in the night sky aren’t gods as the Babylonians believe. Tell them I created them, numbered them and named them. Tell them that there’s a power behind the universe….a power that’s made all things and that sustains creation. 

    Just as he did with the Israelites, the prophet is calling us to change our orientation. The Babylonians made idols with their hands. 

    We make them with our hearts. Hundreds of years after the time of Isaiah, Paul said what was wrong with the Romans was the fact that they exchanged “the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator” See, Isaiah and Paul are telling us to be careful. There are so many good things in creation…things that we’re meant to enjoy…but they should never, ever take the place of the Creator who is above all these things. We grow faint, we grow weary when we start to lose our grip on the things we think we possess. 

    The things we try to plant, the things we try to sew….all of them can be caught up in the whirlwinds of the unexpected and the uncertain. So, Isaiah says, don’t hold up anything in creation as being equal to the Creator. Everything in this world around us is subject to change. Don’t hold on to worldly things for dear life. Hold on to the one thing that doesn’t change…the transcendent God who has made all things. The text says lift up your eyes on high because that’s where we find comfort. 

    But by itself, maybe that’s not enough. Because even if we say there’s a power behind the universe….that doesn’t necessarily mean He’s on our side, does it? That doesn’t mean He cares. What if He just created everything and then decided to leave and take a long vacation? If you’ve been in exile like the Israelites it’s easy to see how you might start to think that way. Or worse. What if you adopt a kind of fatalism? You start to say maybe God threw these unexpected things into my path. I’ve done terrible things so maybe I deserve this illness.  

    No. In times of the unexpected and uncertainty, the Prophet wants us to remember that God is providential. What does that mean? God’s providence means that God is in complete control of the universe. He brought everything into existence and He calls all things by name….which means…God has a plan for everything. Time doesn’t move forward with endless chains of random events…time is guided by God with a purpose.  Now that doesn’t mean God causes everything to happen. 

    That’s a mistake a lot of people make when talking about God’s providence. 

    What it means is that God has a plan for reconciliation….for bringing all created things back to Himself. This exile of God’s fallen creation ends in reconciliation and restoration. 

        So what does God’s providence mean for you and I? Well, let’s say things are going so well for you on the road of life that you’re coasting along on cruise control. But then suddenly an obstacle is flung in your path that leaves you scrambling. With God’s providence we see that God’s still working and moving in our lives...in spite of our circumstances. No matter what happens…even if you end up in a ditch, God is there. 

    When we face the unexpected and the uncertain, God promises that He’ll be with us. God has a plan.

    In other words, God in His love for you will get you through it. No matter how bleak the situation is…you’re told you have to move in to a care facility. You’re told the company is closing its doors forever. No matter what we have to face God promises to give you the strength and power to face it. But by itself, maybe that’s not enough either. 

    If something unexpected has just happened to you…if you’re living with uncertainty right now…you might be saying…all of this sounds nice on paper…but how do I know it’s true? 

    How do I know that God really cares about me?

    We know God’s promises are true because God is immanent. What does that mean?  God’s immanence means that He’s also within and near His creation. In other words, God’s never far away. God never takes vacations. He gives power to the faint and he increases the strength of the powerless through Christ. God is always with us in Christ. 

    This God who sits above the circle of the earth came down and became one of us in Jesus Christ. The transcendent became immanent. So in Christ, all of Isaiah’s promises became reality. 

    Christ is the friend who sticks closer than a brother. Christ is our Good Shepherd who leads us through every valley of the unexpected and the uncertain. Comfort my people…I am with you…I am right beside you. 

    In the face of the unexpected and the uncertain, we can soar like eagles above all the changing landscapes of our lives when Christ is the source of our strength.

     There was a time when the Apostle Paul grew faint and weary. But it was in that dark moment of his life that God said to him, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 

    Whenever you find yourself facing the unexpected and the uncertain go to the Lord in prayer…ask Him to give you the strength, the courage and the peace to face whatever lies ahead. He’ll give it to you. He’ll be right there with you. 

    In closing, sometimes we just need a reminder of that. That day I got fired and all my plans for the future went up in smoke I just sat there in the parking lot of that shopping center watching the cars go by. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think. It seemed like my life was over. I must’ve been there so long it was getting dark and that finally snapped me out of my stupor. I picked up my phone and I called my Mom. 

    I told her what happened and she just kept telling me to trust God over and over again. She said Neil, God’s always been with you. Don’t let something like this cause you to doubt that. And then she read me these words from Isaiah 40. 

    Just like the Israelites in exile, my circumstances almost caused me to forget all the things God had done in my life. 

    But sometimes…in these places of uncertainty and the unexpected… all we need is that reminder that God is with us and to seek His strength. Are you in need of a reminder today? Are you in need of His strength? It’s right here..Do this in memory of me.

    In the Christian church we celebrate Holy Communion. In worship, it’s in the celebration of this Sacred Mystery where we find that reminder and that strength. When we say the words of our Great Thanksgiving from the liturgy...we recall the story of God’s providence...God’s plan...from the beginning...and we bring it into the present moment, our moment. It’s alive, it’s in our midst.

    And when we take the bread and cup, through the power of the Holy Spirit, Christ gives Himself to us as our offering. “Take my body, take my blood...let it give you nourishment and strength. I want you to run, not walk.”

    So whenever we face the unexpected and the uncertain...let’s remember to come to the Table. It’s the greatest source of comfort there is. Amen. 



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    You breathe the air of your sweat, light and shallow.. the liquid air around you without breath to give you respite. The sun above does little more than remind you that your flesh can cook in the steam just like that nice batch of veggies you dressed with a cool cucumber dressing last night.

    Then you hit the shade while the hot wind does whip up-blowing the debris of seasonal blossoms gone to seed and dust from the streets... and it's a cool blessing. You are happy that the sweat pops up to be blown off.. and take a moment to drink deep of that iced beverage.. swat a sweat fly or two. Too hot for skeeters to be bugging, even their spawn is dying in the water tanks, much to the dismay of the birds that like to eat and drink while perched on the ledges.

    The high light of summer is already past us, and has been for a couple weeks. We are now on the hot steel slide into the dark.

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    ...from the American zen poet Gary Snyder:

    At Tower Peak

    Every tan rolling meadow will turn into housing
    Freeways are clogged all day
    Academies packed with scholars writing papers
    City people lean and dark
    This land most real
    As its western-tending golden slopes
    And bird-entangled central valley swamps
    Sea-lion, urchin coasts
    Southerly salmon-probes
    Into the aromatic almost-Mexican hills
    Along a range of granite peaks
    The names forgotten,
    An eastward running river that ends out in desert
    The chipping ground-squirrels in the tumbled blocks
    The gloss of glacier ghost on slab
    Where we wake refreshed from ten hours sleep
    After a long day's walking
    Packing burdens to the snow
    Wake to the same old world of no names,
    No things, new as ever, rock and water,
    Cool dawn birdcalls, high jet contrails.
    A day or two or million, breathing
    A few steps back from what goes down
    In the current realm.
    A kind of ice age, spreading, filling valleys
    Shaving soils, paving fields, you can walk in it
    Live in it, drive through it then
    It melts away
    For whatever sprouts
    After the age of
    Frozen hearts. Flesh-carved rock
    And gusts on the summit,
    Smoke from forest fires is white,
    The haze above the distant valley like a dusk.
    It's just one world, this spine of rock and streams
    And snow, and the wash of gravels, silts
    Sands, bunchgrasses, saltbrush, bee-fields,
    Twenty million human people, downstream, here below.


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    Short post. My Photo. The Arseniev Museum in Vladivostok. Second floor. Hall of Archeology. On the left under the glass are the medieval bronze mirrors. The Jurchen Empire. The Primorye Territory of our Far Eastern region is very rich in these historical relics.



  10. Tales from the Mist

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    She is cursed to always crave

    master to the slave

    bloodstone to the master

    cradle to the grave


    He guards his wicked treasure

    twilight to the dawn

    with a selfishness so absolute

    sharing with no one


    A drop or two won’t satiate




    It leaves her empty, unfulfilled

    left to wonder moonlit fields

    barren plains of a love gone wrong

    a mere shadow of feelings, once so strong

    desiring attention of a certain kind

    left to search but never find


    A price to pay – a guide to take her there

    to his warmth

    his wild lair


    The path is tangled, craggy and steep;

    the mountains are high and the rivers deep

    Frigid winds carry snow that blinds her eyes

    still, she senses reward, fortune, her prize


    It is with a relief so pure, so humble, so sweet

    when he is awakened from his sleep

    and then he gives her what she craves:

    Bloodstone to the master

    cradle to the grave


    You fill my cup…

    forever your slave




    poem © Goddess of the Mist 









  11. What are these mysterious flying bright beacons from time to time ? Incredibly advanced extraterrestrial life technologies, powered by powerful engines, camouflage devices, with the ability to change dramatically flying trajectory ? Maybe time to time somebody are doing "flash mob" with chinese lanterns in the sky ? You can choose from these two options, if you like... or make your own presumption. 

    Robert Taylor of Blairgowrie with drawing of UFO he confronted in 1979

    And what about the people which testifies seeing bright lights in the sky and have been invited to fly with extraterrials ? After all, it is unlikely that the chinese lantern will decide to kidnap any innocent pensioner who "unexpectedly" finds himself in the woods and will fly to another planet. However, such reports are spread around the world. People are being harvested, explored, introduced with advanced alien technology.

    Thousands of such events really mean something. It is impossible to explain all of these cases solely by the lack of attention of the abductees and the carefully drawn lies. Moreover, the details of the stories of people living in different parts of the world coincide, at times, completely unrelated (maybe). Nonetheless, more skeptical people may find it hard to accept the explanation that these stories were actually selected by the aliens to become familiar with the human strain. Is it really the Universe, of course, having achieved such incredible technological progress, such an interesting old woman from a glorious Russian village, or an ordinary grandfather from the USA farm ? For those who question the aliens, but believing that not all people - liars and deceivers - worthy of getting to know another explanation. These are the tricks of the human brain, which make you sincerely believe that you have been abducted by extraterrestrial life.

    People who believe that they have been examined by an alien are not necessarily mental patients. The psychological tests revealed that the kidnapped not often suffer from psychosis or have other serious psychiatric disorders. It may simply be people with an unusually high level of fantasy, and unusual beliefs and convictions. According to Susan Clancy, a Harvard scientist, a large proportion of the "abducted" tend to have schizotypal symptoms. People with this psychological qualities may seem to change a bit, but at the same time they can be highly educated and intelligent. They tend to think "magically", to believe in unusual and strange things. Most of the believers who were kidnapped, you are not afraid to believe in magic, psycho-kinase, astrology, gods and other supernatural/paranormal phenomena. 

    In her book "Abducted: How People Come to Believe They Were Kidnapped", Susan Clancy writes that kidnapped people are pleased with their experience, band none of them will refuse to repeat them. Despite all the shock or suffering experienced, kidnapped people value their experience. "Their lives have improved. They felt less lonely, began to look optimistic about the future, feel better people. They chose to be "kidnapped" themselves - writes Clancy.

    One of the most common abduction scenarios that are repeated throughout the world, in different cultures, for different people: waking up from strange lights and sounds at night. The human body is paralyzed, tangled, unable to even call for help. You can feel strange effect, as if threw whole body went electricity. Possible levitation - the abductee m feel that the cluttered body rises above the bed. A huge alien head appears. These creatures are investigating with various instruments and so on. Experiences are horrible and definitely sounds like from Sci-Fi Horror movies/books. Nevertheless, the events themselves are believed to be mere hallucinations caused by sleep paralysis.

    Common grey alien, this species really do like abducting people since there are reported more then 82 different colours, shapes of extraterrials.

    Usually, when a sleeping person is paralyzed, his body is immovable. This is a security mechanism that makes us while sleeping, do not fall from the sleeping place (bed) or go out and get hurt. However, sometimes this protection mechanism can instruct and a person can wake his body in a state of paralysis. The brain is also not completely awake - they are still dreaming. An experienced person perceives the environment, feels his body, is staring, but can not move and still can see dreams. These dreams, or hallucinations, look incredibly bright and realistic. The whole body feels visible events. However, then aliens, ghosts or other mystical creatures are visible - all of this is just a fantasy fruit. If you have never been introduced to UFO stories, saw aliens pictures, movies, read books. It's almost zero possibility, that you gonna dream that one night. In dreams you can see figures which you already know. Humans face etc, that goes with sexual fantasies aswell. oh....almost fogort...blind people don not dream of images/colours, they dream smells or sounds.

    Sleep paralysis, according to skeptics, is often the cause of recollections of abduction. However, Susan Clancy claims that nobody opens a full set of memories and impressions about the kidnap after night. Most often, these memories are "tied up" from dreaming asleep or awakening stages. Sometimes you wake up feeling uncertain, strange, which you want to explain. Those with more elegant imagination can choose aliens as an explanation. And then the brain can begin to create false memories of the abduction. Therefore, in some cases, the kidnapped person can claim that the aliens have blocked their memory and, over time, it returns after a piece. The creative mind can tighten hallucinations to false facts . For example, a strange bruise on the body, thanks to brain fantasy, can be a "proof" of an alien implant. 

    The strange phenomenon of sleep paralysis is not something very unusual or bad in itself. It affects about 25 percent of the world's population. About 5 percent of them feel the complete set of sleep paralysis - images, sounds, touches, even smells (as i mentioned before with blind people). The human brain is incredibly powerful, and alone capable of creating such experiences. A person can be proud of such mindfulness. Nevertheless, these opportunities may well be misleading. When looking for the explanations of the experiences, people who are naive or too fanciful and creative can believe that they were actually kidnapped by aliens. Magical explanations for magical people are much more encouraging, seemingly more meaningful. Therefore, the "kidnapped" can enter into a belief in the hallucinations they experience. The UFOs "researchers", which publish various pseudo-science books, fantastic films and other stories about aliens, do not help to separate these realities from hallucinations. In many cases it's just a simple wishful thinking.

    Sleep paralysis explains far from all the supposed alien experiments with humans. The second main rational explanation is the phenomenon of false memories. This is called human recollections, which are strongly believed, but which have not occurred. Richard McNally's experiment, which investigated the abducted reactions to their own stories, revealed that false memories of the body could lead to similar symptoms as post-traumatic stress syndrome. Listening to their own recorded stories about the abduction, subjects pressure exerted, intensified their sweating.

    This experiment was conducted to find out the effects of false memories on the body, and not the "truth" about alien abductions. Therefore, the premise was that the memories of the investigators were false. Proved that the mistaken memories of the abducted are really wrong - almost impossible. However, there may be discrepancies between real facts and stories. It's hard for a human brain to create a story about what it did not experience. Therefore, if the kidnapped is very interested, for example, in aviation - his story may have plenty of right-looking details about spacecraft, airplanes, and so on. And here, in areas where it is not possible, there can be a heap of logical and actual mistakes that reveal the truth about false memories. The story about abduction has same importance as abductee's characteristic.

    Betty's drawing of the alien she believed she saw.

    The phenomenon of false memories itself has been tracked and investigated many times. The most common memories are about sexual abuse or catastrophes. For example, in 1998, was a shooting in USA school, many injured. Psychologists Robert Pynoos and Karim Nader interviewed 133 children and found out a striking thing: some of children who did not even were at school at that day, swore "surviving" a shootout. They sincerely believed that everything was happening to their eyes. They also demonstrated symptoms of post traumatic stress syndrome. It's as if you personally would have survived all those events.

    In this case, finding out the truth - false memories or not - was quite easy. What about the abductees ? Is it possible for a believer to prove that he is wrong in the absence of witnesses by abduction ? Could you question the memories that have become part of your life that you remember bright, clear, and associated with all the rest of your life ? Hardly.... Psychologist Richard McNally says that it's practically impossible for a believer, being kidnapped, to explain that this has not happened. Therefore, it's not even worth doing. However, it is important for people who are familiar with false memories to know about this phenomenon and be ready carefully evaluate other narratives.

    These two human phenomena of the brain: sleep paralysis and false memories can rationally explain virtually all the events associated with abductees. On the other hand, they can not deny that a man was not really kidnapped by an alien. The probability that he was not abducted is wildly large. A human being, hoping for his abduction will successfully ignore any rational explanations and probabilities.

  12. Well, all the search parties have returned. It turns out that the first search party had already come back and just went straight to bed (apparently they emphasized the “Party” part of their title)… Stern notes were posted in the personnel folders of all involved…

    This year’s route has been selected and without further ado, here it is:

    The race will begin in the Grand Central Square, in the heart of the UM Complex… All racers will be sorted by their teams, in order of talent, winning records (and bribes of course)… Each team will be lined up in one of the many (mostly) straight (and mostly paved) streets that radiate out from the Grand Square (it’s not really square shaped – it’s just named that to confuse people)… When the starting bazooka is fired, the racers will all rush inward onto the (mostly circular-ish) traffic circle (known as a roundabout to some), and will speed around counter-clockwise for three full circuits… At this time the Grand All-High Inquisitor Mod will pull the lever that opens the “Ancient Endless Spiral Stairs of Doom” (which have been mostly covered with the cheapest grade of plywood we could find – so that it forms a 15 mile long 60 degree spiral down ramp…

    The “Ancient Endless Spiral Stairs of Doom” were the result of a Public Works Project by a group of Inquisitor Mods a few thousand years ago… The original plans were for this to be a rather short spiral staircase down 15 meters to a lavish train station, which was to be built to begin linking UM’s far flung areas together… However, the designers abbreviated 15 meters to 15 m which the construction crew mistook for 15 miles… After the construction crew had gotten started, it was discovered that no one had invented trains yet, so the Inquisitors scrapped the project but neglected to tell the furiously digging crews… When the bottom was reached it was discovered that they had dug down into a series of ancient lava tubes, Prehistoric mammoth-gopher tunnels and some of the original dungeon levels…

    Upon reaching the bottom of the “Ancient Endless Spiral Stairs of Doom” those racers that survive will be directed by rapidly strobing neon lights down the twisting tunnels and chambers, along the Ancient Grand Gallery with its view that overlooks 30 deeper levels (watch out – no safety rails!)  and finally along the Ancient Underground Sea (be cautious… there are “things” that live in there and they have tentacles!)…

    The racers will then find themselves emerging from the underground at the base of the World famous Icanseemyhousefromhere Mountain and across the lovely and scenic Misty Marsh of Miasmic Wonder… (The Race Committee would like to take this opportunity to give a heartfelt thank you to the many “volunteers” (and their next of kins) who worked so hard (and for so little pay) to layout the plywood over the swampy ground to form the roadway for the racers to use…)

    After crossing the Misty Marsh, the racers will travel through the Eastern Artillery Impact Zone (B), where as they speed along they will have the pleasure of witnessing the production testing of the latest model of Rocket Assisted Pogo-sticks for Seniors – which should amuse the racers to no end…

    Once across the Impact Zone (which will most definitely be probably not receiving artillery hits at the time of the race – but you never know!) the racers will pull into the courses sole rest stop, where they can stretch their legs, get a cold frosty beverage (on sale from the Renegade Beer Balloon Fleet) and change their pants (as necessary), The Noggin’ Knockers Band will be providing musical entertainment (for a small fee they will move on and play somewhere else) and everyone is encouraged to polka for a bit before getting back on with the race…

    The next leg of the race is perhaps the most dangerous… It is across the heart of UM’s “Land of Lost Tax Accountants”… Racers are advised to make all speed through here as the Tax Accountants are likely to ensnare you into a lengthy and hideously boring Tax audit – so beware!

    After escaping the clutches of the Tax Accountants, it is directly into the Eastern Squiggle Reserve, where the racers will attempt to evade the rather lonely squiggles who are just looking for someone to pet them and take them home – racers are reminded that Squiggle Anti-Dote, chain-mail gauntlets and anti-itch cream are NOT on sale at the final rest stop – so bring your own!

    And the final leg of the race is into the Eastern Oubliette Zone of the Central Complex, where the teeming mobs of fans will be waiting excitedly for the racers to speed past as they pelt them with rotten fruit, water balloons and glitter bombs…

    So that’s the route for this year’s race… Study it, form your strategies and remember that June 3rd is the final day for Bribes to be placed (unless of course you bribe the officials to accept later bribes) – and may the best tricyclist (and best briber of course) win! (or at least survive)…

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    Dedicated to Sir Spike Milligan and Syd



  14. Spyro the Dragon is quite possibly one of the single most influential and important parts of my life. ^_^ That may sound strange given that Spyro is just a simple little polygonal 90's platformer videogame about a miniscule purple dragon who collects gems and breaths fire, but to me personally it has meant so much more...


    (Images Above - cover art from the original trilogy games released for the Sony Playstation console)

    I had a rough childhood dealing with abuse (that I won't go into detail here), and so my mind was already naturally an escapist. I've always been an avid daydreamer who would escape the problems of the real world mentally into my own little fantasy world in my head. I've done so as far back as I could remember. So when I first came in contact with the first Spyro the Dragon game when I was only five or six years old, I was instantly transported to a whole other magical world that I had the freedom to explore.

    It was the first video game I ever played, and it was introduced to me by my father (the source of my abuse) of all people. In it you could travel to other worlds, each with a life of it's own. Filled with magic and mystery, as well as interactive things in the environment. The game actively encouraged exploration. To look over every nook and cranny for hidden treasure. To travel (and escape) to all sorts of different, new, and exciting worlds. I played it every time I went over to my father's house for visits. It was my means of coping. You played as a little purple dragon who was the smallest of the bunch, and didn't have much in terms of abilities. But he had a lot of spunk, and wasn't afraid of anything. By playing as Spyro, I felt as though I could take on the world. Like no matter how big the challenges are, and no matter how small you are, those challenges could be overcome. It gave me great encouragement and inspiration. Spyro was my hero growing up.

    Spyro was actually even my first ever imaginary friend (Lol, clearly I didn't have many friends growing up). And in fact, one of my most precious possessions is Spyro stuffed animal my dad gave me. He spent hours and even days on ebay bidding for it until he finally got it just for me. It wasn't for a holiday or special event, he just did it out of the kindness of his heart because he knew how much Spyro meant to me. To this day, it's the only true gift my father ever gave to me. After getting it though, I exchanged my imaginary friend Spyro for the stuffed animal Spyro. I treated that thing like they do in those old Calvin and Hobbes comic strips. It rarely ever left my side, and I treated that thing like a member of my own family.

    I may sound like a total mental case by saying all this, but Spyro truly has been the single most influential part of my childhood. And it affects me on up to this day into young adulthood.

    I've always loved videogames, and Spyro is undoubtedly what got me into gaming in the first place. But it was never about 'gaming' for me per say. It was all about the escapism. Call it, a 'fantasy simulator' if you will. It never needed to be complex or super dark or realistic or have brilliant game mechanics or whatnot. That's why I honestly fell out of the gaming craze around high school really. Partly because of what I just mentioned, but also partly because I honestly didn't have much money to keep up with all the new consoles and didn't feel like my money would be best spent on new games that I only half cared for. I just can't get into all these stat-heavy RPG's or FPS clones personally. I miss the old days where gaming was simple. I love old school 3-D collectathon platformers. That's why I'm so happy that 3-D platformers seem to finally be making a come back! And most importantly, so is Spyro! :D

    Yes, Spyro the Dragon is coming back, completely remastered (or should I say remade) from the ground up!

    Enter: The Spyro Reignited Trilogy

    For those who don't know, Spyro the Dragon has been suffering as a franchise in recent years :hmm: (most notably ever since the release of Spyro: Enter the Dragonfly in 2002, which pretty much single-handedly killed the franchise from being so bad). The first 3 games that were released on the original Sony Playstation system in the late 1990's are regarded by fans to be the greatest in the series. However after the 3rd game, the development team behind the originals lost the rights to Spyro and thus the franchise spiraled downward pretty much in a verticle fashion from that point onward. The franchise has suffered through 2 different reboots (each one completely different from all the rest), with the second reboot being basically an entirely different game series that merely used the brand name 'Spyro' as a subtitle so as to bring in more original Spyro fans as a cheap marketing gimmick. <_< Needless to say, Spyro the Dragon has been pushed ever more onto the back burner for quite some time now...

    However, now thanks to the new Spyro Reignited Trilogy, the original 3 games are coming back with brand new amazing HD graphics and re-released as one single game 3-in-1. :o Just check out the side-by-side comparisons here:


    And for all new images released thus far:

    I never would've imagined in my wildest dreams that my childhood idol and mascot, the original 3 videogames that helped me cope with horrendous circumstances, and helped to define such an incredibly core aspect of who I am, would ever see such a triumphant return like this. This is not just another reboot of the franchise, or some brand new game entirely. It's a 100% complete remake of the originals, simply eith better graphics, better sound quality, better everything. It's like the videogame gods looked down and read my mind and magically turned what had always been a hopeless fantasy to me, never to even in the least bit see the light of day, and made it into a reality. I'm simply amazed. Words can't even begin to express how much this remake means to me.

    Spyro is more to me then just a game. And the Reignited trilogy is more than just a simple remake. They aren't just remastering a 20-year old videogame, they're remastering my childhood. You may find it silly and weird for me to still be so invested in what is essentially a kids game, but certain things like this stick with us for the rest of our lives. Spyro will always be the #1 most defining aspect of my early childhood, and I'm incredibly grateful to be able to now play the new Reignited Trilogy in all it's HD glory! :lol:

    Thanks for letting me share this tidbit of my soul with all of you.

    This is Aquila King, signing out. ;)

  15. The Adjustment Bureau

    I went to the Adjustment Bureau yeasterday to get me out of a fix I got myself into. I won't go into details, but they sent some of there operatives out to mnage things. The result was satisfactory.

    Then those who's Situation was adjusted sent in a complaint about my Situation as regards to them. So I had to modify my behavior to accomidate their complaint. This caused me some distresss, as I was forced to adjust my relationship with my girlfriend. An unforseen effect for sure.

    She considered my modified behavior as a cooling off of our little love affair. Of course, I couldn't tell her that the Adjustment Bureau was involved, she might have gone to them herself for re- re-ajustment of the Situation.

    So, I just had to live with the new statis quo for a while. I figured things would eventually get back to normal between us. But, as several weeks went by and her attitude toward me hadn't changed, I thought of another Adjustment.

    Thing is, this can go on forever. The real problem is, these Adjustment Bureau operatives become jaded in their work, bored, I suppose, so that they usually leave some loose ends lying around. These loose ends always seem to require a further Adjustment.

    No system is perfect. Social engineering is an art, not a science, after all, and these op's are just human, though they have strict rules to follow. Still, I sometimes wonder if these op's leave these loose ends on purpose so that further Adjustments are required.

    As for my girlfriend, in the end I just let it go. It was a little strange allowing nature to evolve as it will. After all, it's a fascenating game, the Adjustent Bureau manipulating relationships between us all. A sort of chess, I suppose. Who can manuver to advantage. Or, rather, have the authorities manuver for us. In this way we don't have to be expert chess players ourselves, the Bureau moves the pieces for us.

    In any case, at this moment I'm anticipating some new change to occur which presents me with a new opportunity to use the Bureau. No one leaves events to chance, after all, that would be foolish. It's just a tempory interval for me, waiting for the next Situation to evolve. When it does, the opportunity will present itself for my next move, to thwart whoever's Adjustment is imposed on me so I can make my own reciprical Adjustment. Requesting the Bureau to turn the new situation back to my own advantage.

    In this way we keep the Adjustment Bureau pretty busy, but that's what they're for, right? I really don't care how often I use them, as no one else cares, either. It's become a way of life for all of us.

    In fact, I've got to know some of these Bureau op's pretty well, as usualy they're the same ones who make most of my Adjustments. It's more efficient for the Bureau to use the same op's familiar with my situations, after all. I wouldn't say we've become friends, but we understand each other out of familiarity, and explinations are often inferred instead of having to go into tedious details.

    So presently I wait. A temporary respite. Of course, these moments of peace cause me a lot of anxiety, waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.

    What I mean is, who would want this eventless period to last, events happening naturally as they will? Waiting helpless for the unknown to happen? That would be a maladjustment to our modern society. Unthinkable. A life without purpose. The chaos of the natural flow.

    The will to survive is only successful when we seek to dominate and control others. The configuration of the present Situation to optimal result is the purpose of life itself. Only the Adjustment Bureau allows us the means to remain in control.

    My Situation now is, it seems my former girlfriend is having an affair with one of the Bureau op's the Bureau sent to normalize my prior Situation. I'm wondering if I can request the Bureau to Adjust the Bureau itself? An interesting and novel circumstance.

    This leads me to the question of the ultimate aim of the Bureau. Is the Bureau the real controlling factor of our society, keeping us busy with only the illusion of control? After all, it's the Bureau that decides the outcome of Situations.

    I don't know the answer to this, all I do know is I must submit a new Request soon before my present gets out of hand and I find myself at some new disadvantage.

    Tomorrow I will contact the Bureau and present my new Request. Since the Bureau itself is involved in my Situation, I'm not at all confident in the result.

    I fear the Adjustment will be for the advantage of the Bureau and not for my personal Situation. Perhpas in this my question of the ultimate purpose of the Bureau will be answered.












  16. I have just looked back through this blog. I am shocked to find that I started it mote than 11 years ago, My original intention was to blog my thoughts on... well any thing I had a thought about really.

    In those more than 11 years I have had several periods where I have not made an entry for years on end. In fact this will be only the 83rd entry. It seems that I have less than 8 thoughts a year.

  17. Just Another Girl
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    Why is it when people divorce they use the kids to get what they want? It is like a game to see who can get the most out of it. Why? I'll tell you why. People can't grow up and see what they are doing to the kids. It's like the kids can't do one thing without hurting one of the parents. They are pulled and thrown around as if they are nothing but something to be owned. 

  18. Ieshia Sparks

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    Unknown scratch mark  happened while I was standing in the kitchen at my parents house talking to them and then I felt a burning sensation on my leg and look down and seen the scratch. 

  19. So it seems with almost 2 months passing that I still am unable to post status updates and that from my side some of my posts, though still in my stuff, does not want to properly appear. It is so nice to see that I can barely do anything anymore. I truly loved this site, but now it just seems to hinder things. This was such a great place to come and express things and updates things about my life, the very thing I had wanted this page to be, but apparently because I didn't want to make blog posts, made posts to long, and promoted a separate page of mine to be able to see the longer posts that kept being taken down, I am unable to do anything but type here. So really I may just do update posts every couple months as I have no other need for this site if I am not able to make status posts anymore or have this page be what I had intended for it to be so ya guess that is life. People don't like when you do stuff they don't want happening and have to be d**** about it all.

    ~Blessed Be, Damon~

  20. Now that I'm older, here is what I have discovered --

    I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
    My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran.
    I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.
    It's funny, but I don't remember being absent minded.
    All reports are in ... Life is now officially unfair.
    If all is not lost, where is it????
    It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
    Some days you are the dog. Some days you are the hydrant.
    I wish the buck stopped here, I could use a few.
    Kids in the back seat cause accidents.
    Accidents in the back seat cause . . . kids.
    It is hard to make a comeback when you have never been anywhere.
    The only time the world beats a path to your door is when you are in the bathroom.
    If God had wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.
    When I am finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess?
    It is not hard to meet expenses . . . they are everywhere.
    The only differences between a rut and a grave are the depth and one has the ends kicked out.
    These days I spend a lot of time thinking about the here after.....
    I go somewhere to get something and then wonder what I am here after.......
    If I wake up in the morning and nothing hurts, it may be a good indication that I have died during the night.


    Deep within the psyche of all humans lives a desire for recognition of one’s existence and prowess.  In order to fulfill this desire within mankind, one finds the first step to position for recognition of who and what we are here in Time/Space or physicality.  That step is the act of leveraging all physical aspects for power and control in every event sequence that we perceive and participate with in life. Thus we begin our learning here in this physicality.  The first step is one of moving thought that manifests into an act designed for power over the other.  The Me (you) view all outside or external entities or material objects as the Other.  Put simply — there is Me (you) and there is the Other.  To the Me, all outside persons, things, whatever — are the Other.  The Me competes with the Other for power and control within the realm of Lawful-existence or what some call the Essence (Laws of Physics or Nature).

    The Essence is also considered the Universe.  It is where the Me and the Other reside in a quantum existence full of laws and forces that leverage us by its own making or being.  Some call this realm God.  No matter how you term this inexplicable being or state of existence, you are here taking part in a drama that no one person can explain.  You, the Me, really do not know if the Other really exists, but if it does not exist, do you exist?  Without the Other, would you have the data to communicate back to you in feedback, that you exist?

    The Void is the Ultimate unknowable, yet it may be non-existence.  You may never know the meaning of the Void as the Me.  The self-oriented being or person can not know the Void, for it is deep, dark and undetectable to most minds.  Selfish persons who desire recognition are really looking for reinforcement that they exist.  Selfishness causes non-learning and pushes us closer to the edge of the Void.  Without attention from the Other, we have no worldly data to feedback on the reality of our existence.  The only way we can ever learn our way in the universe is to become unselfish and reach out to the Other to learn from all of them.  To join the Other is to become unselfish.  This is what some call Love or Human Coherency.

    To Love the Other as we Love the Me is to gain knowledge on the Essence and the Void.  The more we share knowledge with the Other, the more we see of life.  An unselfish person soon learns that he is the combination of the Me and the Other.

    Leveraging for Power in life means that the Me will use Violence, Wealth, Religion, Knowledge, Beauty, or Love to gain control over the Other, or seek recognition from the Other.  There is really only one selfless means of communicating with the Other.  It is Love or shared coherency.  All other means are elements that invoke the ancient law of consequence.  The law of consequence is also known as the law of cause and effect… what goes around, comes around.  Because the law of consequence is leveraged into existence by selfish acts by the Me for his/her own gain (in effect saying that the Other does not exist therefore negating the Me’s own existence).

    Look into the eye of the Other and you will see the mirror of the self. No person exists beyond the data of his/her own senses.  Without the feedback of the other’s activities, there would be no data to see, hear, taste, smell, touch or examine with the brain or the sixth sense.  The seventh sense is intuition which few beings develop unless they are unselfish and understand the power of the law of consequences.  In your mind dances all the data of the Other.  Without the knowledge gained of the outside world, you would be nothing.  You are what you learn.  You are an accumulation of all your life experiences.  You are the Other replicated by leveraged experiences reinforced over and over again. Wisdom is gained when you learn to Love the Other and Life becomes a Passion for harmony and continued becoming through visualization in Mind.

    To move deeper we must visualize this reality as a matrix or arena of participating experiences.  Our Universe is like a record, tape, disc, or some other storage device for information.  Only it is much more.  It is a continuum that is open-ended.  It is everywhere and everything and it is in a state of durational change.  It is enfolded in a super holographic moiré matrix of multiple dimensions that act as one or many depending upon the informational flux.  It is like an atmosphere of mental assemblages of feedback loops that appear to be its construction only in that its emphasis localizes in beings who become.  This universe is hierarchical in design with lower level entities not totally knowing of higher-level beings, yet the reverse is not true.  They know us, or things could not have been built.

    Informational connections are like sense organs.  The more information and observation (feedback) the more complex the assemblage of localized forms. The more gestalt or whole the feedback loops of connections, the higher the being and more active is the work.  The Universe is metaphorical in that like-breeds-like in evolutional information constantly burgeoning. Carriers, or entities feed through themselves growing through various stages that appear as birth, life and death to the localized environment but to the higher stages it is only process of information toward ever-higher levels.

    Opening up new feedback loops amounts to adding new information, thus expanding the localization into new realms of understanding.  As expansion grows, human language, because it is linear, becomes a curse for communication on higher levels where synchronistic hologestalt meaning is understood.  This language (meaning) is metaphorical and multifaceted, requiring a mind or lens (localized brain) of the same interface design. Growth and decay, which is like withdrawing from a stage of development, depends on the quality of information that mingles with other information to create tools for leveraging information. Therefore, we find ourselves in a Spiritual Dimensional Presence expressing as ALWAYS.

    Dimensional Presence is a condition where an entity mentally cognizes or thinks that he/she is present in existence or reality by discerning sensual stimuli (atmosphere, environs, information and things) that suggest he/she is alive due to the feedback of instantaneous information to the Carrier’s mentality or mind. All sensory data gives the feeling that they exist reinforced by the constant input of past history. Memory is key to the feeling of progressing into potential. One wonders if such a presence has built from a condition of previously suggested as Always. Such a condition of eternally existing as a mentality in many states of expression is who and what we are here in Time/Space. Dimensional Presence coalesces via some means of manifestation into a package of informational dynamics that moves into and through a materializing state supported by an organizational apparatus that directs echeloned dissipation of preplanned articulation. To be requires preparation system/s of established instigators and expressers that can methodically synthesize consistently through a framework of echeloned laws and actions off those means of

    We are in awe of being “vehicularly” created in order to experience physicality! To build our minds through physically doing and learning is worthy of the process of existence! The expanse of creation is directly proportional to the ability to comprehend space beyond time and build infrastructures in the mental reference plane. Our minds fly to new challenges around every corner and beyond every cloud! We ride the duality of holospirited light whereby our power ignites purposeful energy for magically traversing here!

    Mind pervades the known echelons of dimensional space/time hidden in the universal fabric of existence! Mind is in evidence everywhere as design shows its prowess through its very interface with reality! It’s logic and reason is evident even in its complex incongruity. Mind understands that chaos is unperceived unity when speed factors take actions beyond human understanding thereby joining the universal macro-sphere. Learning Chaos requires deep yet speedy concentration. Those of us who are highly advanced know chaos and use it to our advantage in the Universal Macro-sphere.

    The Universal Macro-sphere is a realm not discerned by the mundane and flippant. It is the deciphering of the secret messages of the entire scope of the info-scape or the universe and the dimensional Akashic Realms — where its conditions allow one to see beyond the self. The stratospheric relational held in the very landscape of the Earth holds the secret of the driving force of the unseen, moving mind. The reading of the striations and the very scratches of an aftermath from reality, show the history of device impact and movement here in time space. One must know the engineering required in this traversing experience.

    Examining the data held in the echelonic realms gives us the entire scope of mentality whereby the essence of being resides. So many forget via hastening their love of pleasure and adulation to cloud their intellect thereby not attaining their mission‘s duties. We should be totally amazed toward awe that we get to be here at all…

    Not that one is, but that whereby Is, is. Thus is the Crux of Being and Becoming.



  22. Jimmy

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    Paranormal activity in my house is starting to become a thing of the norm around here. Im not sure what i want from this post, but i do want to share some of the things that have transpired since last winter, maybe hear an outside opinion. So the strange thing about all this, is that everything seems to only happen in one room of the house, the living room, but also, only seems to happen when there are a number of people around to witness. It is a rarity that anything happens when I'm alone. I guess I'll share one story, the one that seems the hardest to explain. My buddies and i were in my living room, facing the TV, with our backs toward the entrance of the room. We have hardwood floors so footsteps are more defined. But as we watch TV, we hear footsteps fast approaching behind us, but they made a slapping noise on the floor, as if somebody was barefoot. I turn, because, there are other people in my house. The noise wasnt even a concern initially. But i turn back and simultaneously get hit in the face by a light breeze, one you would feel as somebody quickly passes by you. The footsteps continued on past me into a wall. I turn to my friend next to me, who i know realize has tears rolling down his face asking "you just felt that too?" My buddies on the other side of the room, frozen in fear, not able to put words together of what we all just witnessed. I was never a believer of ghosts. It all seemed a little like quakery. But there is no denying now, that something is out there. Ive never felt comfortable in my own home since that night 

  23. StarMountainKid
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    Recently I have received instructions from The Adept Zondor, King of the Dwarf People of Mnomomopolous, advising me to safeguard my psychic powers. I must admit, my psychic powers have mysteriously been on the wane lately. The Adept Zondor told me of a conspiracy by unknown paranormal Cosmic entities are determined to suck up all the paranormal energy in the universe to increase their own metaphysical powers.

    Actually, I did have a premonition about this situation. It was a sort of déjà vu experience in reverse. I had the feeling that I hadn’t been somewhere before, but that I will be there in the future, and then I’ll recognize it. This has put me on edge lately, as you can imagine.
    I also had a synchronistic experience. I had my palm read. I usually don’t go in for palm reading as I consider this a too physical exponent of psychic abilities, but I was worried after all these unnerving telepathic experiences. The result of the Palmist was, I would soon be contacted by someone who was an exponent of necrology and an interpreter of ancient runes, and this person would introduce me to a Spiritual Master who would relate further specific information.

    The Palmist also told me I would soon meet a tall, dark stranger, and to watch out for women who buy their clothes at Walmart or wear too much makeup.

    At any rate, this Spiritual Master would reveal an ancient prophecy relating to the Oracle of Thesphus, whatever that is. You see, this is the problem I’ve been worried about: I don’t understand any of this stuff. Well, except for The Adept Zondor, King of the Dwarf People of Mnomomopolous, who I’ve known since childhood. See, when I was about twelve years old He appeared unrepentantly in my mother’s garden during a thunderstorm. It seems he had had an emergency landing. Somehow his astral projector had become attuned to random lightening strikes. I think he fixed that problem later, but I’m not sure.

    Well, Zondor and I immediately hit it off. It was synergistic. Also, we both had a fascination for cryptozoology and the more frightening aspects of shadow people and black-eyed children, and we both admitted we look with trepidation under our beds at night before we go to sleep. Funnily enough, we also had read and enjoyed the obscure, Professor Melman’s “Encyclopedia of Psudo-Mythic Entities, Bio-Psychic-Anomalies and Precognition As It Applies To Telepathic Empathy and Remote Viewing”. A hefty tome, indeed, and unusual for two strangers to have read this rare and singular volume. I believe this is not mere coincidence, as Zondor explained it as an example of mutual and personal synchronicity.

    Well, as I was saying, The Adept Zondor related that these mysterious and secret entities are collecting psychic vibrations for their own personal use and power. This frightens me, I must admit. This is because, if it is a real conspiracy, we all know conspiracies are always evil in intent. I have never known a conspiracy to be benevolent in nature. So I live in fear. I mean, who wants their psychic abilities drained off by some strange and mysterious secret society, like the Mormons, Shriners and Freemasons, for instance?

    I’m just saying, we who have the psychic gift and are attuned to the metaphysical and paranormal should be on the alert. I must therefore advise astral travelers to beware of unforeseen detours that may be lurking unnoticed. There are malevolent forces about, perhaps emanating false vibrations as an evil web to catch unsuspecting voyagers on the astral plane.

    Out of body experiences may have to be curtailed for a while as well until this mystery is cleared up. We all want to get safely back into our bodies, right? Perhaps for a while we should just install mirrors on our bedroom ceilings.

    Clairvoyants may have already picked up some of these distortions in the Cosmic Consciousness. All information of these anomalies should be psychically reported to The Adept Zondor, King of the Dwarf People on Mnomomopolous. This now is the Celestial Clearing House for such information, even if one considers these intimations only rumor, gossip between local palmists and fortune tellers, or even hearsay among alchemists and pseudo-scientists. One can not be too careful.

    Be ever on the alert.

  24. If I add two of the things I was shown, this is what I come up with.


  25. Stumbling through life with Hank

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    What if polititions weren't elected. What if they were conscripted. Kinda like when those famous words were uttered; "Ask not what your country country can do for you, rather what you can do for your country". What if every one had to serve a term in office. Names could be drawn from a computer that match people's skills to a particular posting. All done randomly with the only caveat being you have to be qualified to do the job. That way the cream would be skimmed from the top instead of the bottom of the bucket.

         Lets face facts. Most people in politics today are in it for them themselves. It's easy for them to get elected because no one in their right mind would want the job. Pick the best from your population and you get the best representation. A good non political example is the Switzerland and Israel. In order to own a firearm you must first serve in your countries military. Make great sense.

    Applying this to politics may be the only hope we have of having a peaceful, prosperous, non partisan government.

                                                                           What if.  

    As usual, feel free to criticize or add suggestions. All are welcome.