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  1. And my mind is polluted by Urantia crap. How long has such nonsense been posted on the forum. To long if you ask me. Just another bias belief system.
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  2. I will have to find my approved footie pjs as I sleep in as little as possible....don't wish to scare the children.
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  3. You'll have to spell it out, it's the rules... ~
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  4. I say we pool our resources, rent Mar-a-Lago and friggin trash the place....I bring "you know what".
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  5. Since most of you will be abducted ... er I mean recruited ... while sleeping in your cells or oubliettes, I imagine that you'll be wearing your UM approved footie pajamas... And the Renegade Beer Balloon fleet is pretty danged close to being a casino most of the time anyway...
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  6. All time traveling vehicles should not have more than five two inch wheels... ~
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  7. Where's the casino? I heard there was gonna be gambling and booze. How are we supposed to dress?
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  8. Billions of people experience the spiritual, or as it was put so nicely above: sense the sacred. It's simply not objective to dismiss them all as insane. Even if you suffer from the spiritual disability. Imagine a blind man accusing those who can see that they're insane when they claim eyes have purpose and visual information can guide you through space.
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  9. Let me correct that for you. The UB was created, and fiddled with by a group of people of various professions for roughly around 20 years before being published.
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  10. If this was written by advanced beings. This shouldn't matter at all. One top of the fact that 4 of these ethno-linguistic groups are genetically the same. Why would this be relevant to "advanced beings"?
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  11. Another shot at Blacks. Sadler love them...... I don't know how the "enlightened" idiots who believe this trash don't see this.
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  12. If I said it once, I said it a thousand times because I grew up surrounded by you screwballs. *Friggin loopy Nam vets*
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  13. The Chief Flogger Chuck "No Nose" Nagurski was frightened by a rabbit at the tender age of 37... He doesn't react well when he sees them... So it's your choice...
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  14. The Grand Inquisitors office has announced that they would really appreciate it if everyone was wearing their approved footie pj's (Preferably the ones with the little ducks on them) as they also don't wish to be scared when they come in to "recruit" you... Some of their Ruffians, Thugs and Floggers are a bit sensitive and easily traumatized... The Used Car salesmen not so much...
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  15. The new anodes are on and now waiting for blacking. We are still living on it, got some ricketty metal steps to climb, carrying the dogs up and down not easy. Must remember not to through coffee out of window without looking first, last time the boat was out ai threw a bit of coffee out and the guy was ditectly under the window, he saw the funny side of it - eventually, like 2 days later
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  16. Xeno, good hearing from you. Your beliefs are also emotional, and irrational. When you say there is no true meaning in life, you are speaking for yourself, for that is a subjective experience........It is obvious to me that the universe is filled with intelligence, and people experience all of the time, though your own thought on the matter may be different, which is ok. Your unbelief is a form of security blanket for you, so you will not be hurt again, or disappointed. Soooo, how do you like me telling you why you believe the way you do......probably not very much....well perhaps others do not like being told why they believe either. Faith in God goes way beyond the simplistic responses that many give who are not believers themselves. peace mark
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  17. It's rather irrational on your part, to be honest. Do you ever stop to think - what if majority of the human race is right and the handful of nihilists is wrong? Besides, it never felt as an rollercoaster in my case. I just know because I can feel. It's very simple and very constant. My rationale changes somewhat with years, but the feeling does not. I'm connected. We all are. Sometimes that connection can even be seen in various 'coincidences' and synchronicity. Little signs of order in seeming chaos. We're so young - intellectually and spiritually - we don't really know anything yet. It's no wonder we get confused so easily. And with confusion comes frustration. I think that in this particular life I've managed to make a small step towards realisation that the source of my frustration lies mostly within myself, so I'm trying to learn to go with the flow sometimes. Also, are you aware that you can draw the attention of others to yourself with positive approach too? Your constant negative nagging is truly one of the fastest ways to have everyone's attention, but it's also guaranteed to drive people away at record speed, you know. Come on, you're intelligent, you can say something constructive too. Or god forbid friendly. Try it, you might like it. Seriously.
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  18. Great to see that it ended so peacefully and the snake safely outside.
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  19. When you say so many others and most people, how do you know this? What kind of environmental are you seeing this happen ? Where it is happening is important, as the person could be being bullied. Or they could be shy. Unless you follow that person around and see them in other places around other people, you can not know how they get on with everyone. More info needed please.
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  20. How cute! What a cute picture, Waspie Dwarf. I used to have a pet cockatiel. Cockatiels aren't much bigger than parakeets. For most of my life, I've thought little birds, such as cockatiels and parakeets, are so cute and full of the dickens.
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  21. My Mother was born in the U.K. and her father and my great aunt were well respected historians and he was a respected translator and classicalist also, so I had it jammed down my throat. That's why I can break down the Bible into little bits and tell you whose hands were really on it and why they wrote what they wrote.
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  22. No clue but you spelt Stuart wrong
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  23. @Piney your accent is sh ! t.
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  24. Happy new year to you and everybody. Thank you for sharing all your thoughts in here, it means so much even if you aren't a Christian because you share universal love!
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  25. Wonderful story, Br. Mark. I felt like I was right there in the room with you.
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  26. ^This is the most weirdest description for the Dopamine Reward System I have ever seen.
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  27. Who would listen? People for the most part and not all of them simply do not want to think for themselves. So we are relegated to correcting people. And I'm getting tired of doing it. Apparently you really can't fix stupid.
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  28. Similar if not exactly the same as the god idea.
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  29. I was thinking the same thing. Subconscious Thoughtform to keep the cycle of belief going.
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  30. "Thought Adjusters" special x-mas offer: get 2 brain washings for the price of one.
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  31. How are you not embarrassed to support such racist drivel?
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  33. If I did, quote me. Because as far as I'm concerned this is a empty accusation. You have yet to post anything relevant in defense of this nonsense.
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  34. In this case it's blood on the brain after getting hit by the idiot stick.
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  35. This is a all time favorite. Sadler and Walter Plecker were bedfellows in the "One Drop Rule". Link on Walter may he rot in Hell https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Plecker
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  36. I always thought my sense of humor came from the English.
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  37. . Beings who adjust your thoughts. Mankind was too stupid to figure out things on their own and needed outside help.
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  38. Here's another laugh....... It most certainly came from a advanced being.......
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  39. I giggle every time I find a reference to man evolving from frogs......It's a hoot.
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  40. What if the purpose of the 'game' is not to destroy the competition? What if the test is about resisting such urges? What if you can go to the next level only after you discover the real rules? What if the strength is not measured with the readiness to choose short, destructive option, but with the determination to choose the most constructive option, for everyone? (Not that anyone can foresee the exact consequences of each action, it's most likely the intention that counts. If it's the other way around, every saint failed... anyway...) Yeah, I know - what if, what if... I think it's part of the 'game', that no one gets to know for certain, there would be no test in that, but the truly growing ones will choose right irregardless of some personally focused, materialistically imagined reward.
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  41. Well, the First Annual “Welcome Back You Old Fossil” Tri-cycle Race and Polka Fest is history now… As I’m sure most of you survivors…er… I mean participants can agree, a fun time was had by all – well, almost all… Many perhaps… Maybe some – okay, a few… For those of you with massive hangovers (and/or concussions) I will give a recap of the festivities… It all kicked off (and I mean “kicked” off!) Saturday morning (well – technically it was morning anyway) at 2:53 PPDST (Pago-Pago Daylight Savings Time), when the combined officers of the Grand Inquisitors Office and both the local and regional offices of the Floggers, Thugs, No-Goodniks and Used Car Salesmen Union, began kicking down the doors to UM’s many hundreds of thousands of Lurkers, Members, Guests and Hostages (including their loved ones and in some cases, their families) oubliettes, cells and Penthouse dungeons… The always smiling floggers and their assistants serenaded the early risers with their impromptu rendition of “Wipeout” played on metal trashcans with plastic baseball bats as the Used Car salesmen (who are very adept at tying people up with contracts and red tape) blindfolded, and hogtied the cheerfully bemused early risers (okay – I might have exaggerated the “cheerful” part a bit)… Those participants who were not already attired in an approved and official set of UM footie pajamas (the ones with the little duckies on them, not the ones with the Wicked Witches flying monkeys) were speedily re-dressed in the “proper” racing attire…. (below are examples of the official racing attire and the only approved alternative (in your favorite team colors of course): After all the struggling redressing, the contestants were dragged herded guided to awaiting transport vehicles (little red wagons being pulled by diesel powered pogo-sticks) and taken to the Main Landing stage in the heart of the Creepy Old forest (not to be confused with the one in the Old Creepy Forest – just next door)… There the contestants were duct-taped to their awaiting Racing Tricycle (the latest 2019 model of the famous Mud-Churner 3000), and those who had pre-paid the (minimal) fee of 2,000 Turnips were outfitted with parachutes (each ‘chute came with a written guarantee to either open – or not)… It was here that the Grand Marshall and Guest of Honor kmt-sesh –looking resplendent in his formal mummy wraps - made a rousing and inspirational speech about how there was no way in heck that he was getting on one of those stupid balloons wearing that ridiculous outfit taped to a child's toy and be tossed overboard at 10,000 feet – but the spam sandwiches were tasty… To rousing applause… Once secured on their tricycles and loaded aboard the awaiting WWI surplus zeppelins of the Renegade Beer Balloon Fleet, the fleet took off majestically into the pre-dawn sky to the somber and inspiring sound of UM’s massed Kazoo and Snare Drum marching bands playing UM’s National Anthem (“Louie Louie”)… There wasn’t a dry eye to be found (It was raining rather hard at the time)… After a few hours of drifting aimlessly about at 10,000 feet the RBBF managed to find the start line of the race, and as they crossed the drop zone, the participants were unblindfolded and tossed over the side… The race was ON! Right away the early bribes paid by some of the racers paid off, as several of the zeppelins had climbed to 20,000 feet before dropping their passengers – to allow them to build up more speed on the way down… Soon hundreds of thousands of pajama clad racers duct-taped to multi colored racing tricycles and (some) with open gaily colored parachutes filled the sky as they plummeted toward the ground at the Northwestern Highway Pothole Storage Area (#17), shrieking with delight (well… shrieking anyway)… It was at this point that the entire Team Mauve left the race… They had paid hefty pre-race bribes to have trampolines placed at the impact sites, to get an advantageous bounce to start the race… But the zombie crews that set them up, made them just a bit too tight, and Team Mauve soon found themselves rocketing back up into the sky, and back aboard the zeppelins, where the surprised (and annoyed) zeppelin crews put them to work scrubbing the outer skin of the ships, while the ships made their way to raid a nearby nacho-chip factory... The other racers hit the ground like sacks of wet cement (don’t worry – this is UM. No one gets hurt here, just assorted ouchies and booboos) and after pulling themselves out of the newly created holes in the ground that they had made, they turned around to face what they hoped was the right direction and began pedaling like mad… The Northwestern Highway Pothole Storage Area (#17) employees were delighted at the newly created potholes that cost the department nothing to make… After several hours of racing at the break neck average speed of 1,108,800 fpf (furlongs per fortnight or 5 mph/ 8 kph) the racers reached the northern edge of the Great Prickly-Pear Cactus Forest – 500 square miles of dense prickly-pear cactus clumps, that tower up to over 25 feet in height… Winding their tortuous way through the cactus forest are three paths that actually lead “safely” through the maze of thorns, rattlesnakes, quicksand and Internet trolls, the other 9,000 trails lead to… well, no one really knows where, as no one has ever returned… Still, the three “safe” trails were clearly marked by the Grumpy Old Coot and Cootess Society, by means of a continuous line of dental adhesive, dropped pills, old copies of TV guide and an assortment of empty laxative bottles…. The first racer to reach the Cactus forest was Amir AmirAmir of team Tangerine, followed closely by the racing duo of the Terrible Tachikawa Twins – Okoru and Shibutoi of Team Orange – on their custom built two seater tricycle the Garakuta Takusan-3000 (bribes were paid)… While the trails were plainly marked, it was unfortunate that the first few thousand racers managed to obliterate the markings. Close to 150,000 slower racers found themselves off on one (or more) of the non-safe trails… Search parties are being organized if any of you wish to volunteer… Those that managed to avoid the 3 to 6 inch inch cactus thorns, get past the rattlesnakes, around the quicksand and get away from the internet trolls found themselves at the base of the world famous Great Glass Barrier (75 feet tall, 15 feet thick and 9,000 miles long)… Here the racers pit crews of tame(ish) zombie mechanics worked to replace the front “drive” wheel of the trikes with wheels that had no rim, just suction cups at the ends of the spokes… Beverages and snacks were served to the racers and those that still had duct tape on them had it removed (more or less)… Once the wheels were replaced the racers were then free to begin trying to pedal their tricycles up the smooth glass wall using the suction cups for traction…. Hilarity ensued… Team Brown had paid hefty bribes to have the suction cups of Team Blue sabotaged by poking little holes in them, thereby preventing them from being able to form a vacuum seal… While Team Blue had paid a hefty bribe to have Team Browns suction cups coated with super glue… As a result Team Blue was unable to go over the wall and had to pedal around (it was only 2,000 miles to the northern end), while Team Brown was stuck to the side of the wall – and as far as we know are there still… Negotiations are underway to employ the stranded members of Team Brown as “Tour guides” of the GGB to explain its history to visitors… The rest of the racers were eventually able to make their way up the smooth glass sides of the wall, their suction cups making a sound described as if “200,000 kids put their fingers in their mouths and popped their cheeks – over and over for hours”… The Bubble wrap industry had sound recording engineers on hand to record the noise to improve the annoyance levels of popping bubble wrap… UM made a nice, tidy fee of nearly $15 for that – the race has already paid for itself! As exciting as the ascent up the glass wall was, the descent was even more entertaining… Many racers decided to not drive down the wall but to just jump off, and so after having their wheels re-replaced, gained quite a head start on those who doggedly pedaled down the wall side face downward… Unfortunately for those who jumped off, they missed reading the secret password etched on the wall, and when they reached the first checkpoint an hour later, had to go back and re-do the entire wall crossing (both ways)… Many racers who use English as a second language learned many new words (few of which can be printed here)! Immediately after the GGB, the racers found themselves crossing the Methane Marsh – where UM stores all of the excess gas emitted following our frequent chili cook offs, and the hot air from politicians the world over… This gas is used to keep our massive fleet of inter-urban dirigible taxis afloat – and of course the Renegade Beer Balloon Fleet often raids here to get a “quick refill”… This leg of the race is not that challenging – so long as the racers don’t breathe, and wear goggles… The only true hazard is directly in the center of the sprawling marsh where the world renowned Mime College is located… The school has been there for 13,265 years and no student has ever complained about the smell… At least they haven’t said anything… The danger to the racer here is two-fold, (well… threefold if you count the clouds of methane gas) first, that the mimes will abduct the racers and force them to enroll, and second that the mimes will knock the racers off of their tricycles, steal the tricycle and pedal their way to freedom… Smart racers made certain to pack plastic baseball bats to fend off the mimes… The first racer to emerge from the Marsh was Hildegard Hamhock of Team Lard, still furiously whacking at the clutching mimes with her rather battered plastic bat, following her were 3 or 4 hundred escaping mimes on captured tricycles, but authorities quickly rounded them up and sent them back and returned the tricycles to the original racers – the world is not ready for that many mimes to be unleashed at one time… At last the hordes of furiously pedaling racers reached the final stretch… The Grand Outer Moat, where a napping Pookie The Moat Monster lay at rest. Pookie always sleeps on the surface of the sludge, slime and algae filled moat – as that is when he(?) molts, or sheds his(?) skin or whatever it is Moat Monsters do when they do what they do… The racers carefully pedaled their way atop the back of Pookies Primary tail (or whatever that thing is. It could be a tentacle or just a really large and gnarly wart hair) and made their way gingerly (but quickly) between the triple rows of spikes, spines, claws and whatever else that line all five sides of the tail thingie, to the point where it joins up with the rest of Pookies body.. A thick white line had been painted (by a very nervous maintenance crew) and that marked the finish line… The first racer to cross the line was Bob B. Bobson of Team Biscuits and Gravy – but as Pookie managed to reach out in his(?) sleep and snatch up the unfortunate “winner” he was disqualified (as well as disappeared)… The actual winner (pending the usual litigation, counting of bribes and our own personal favorites) was deemed to be Clyde M’Boto of Team Leopard Pants – so congrats to you Clyde! And congrats to all the other survivors… er… participants of the inaugural running of the “Welcome Back You Old Fossil” Tricycle Race! Immediately following the race the Polka Fest kicked off, but as it is still on-going, I will report on that in a few days (if I make bail)… Everyone should start preparing for next years event which will be called the “What? Are you still here?” Tricycle Race and Pogo-Stick Polka Party, with yours truly being the Honored Individual… See Y’all There!
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  42. It's okay, we took precautions, we only raid other people's bank accounts.... ~
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  43. That means you got here before you left... make sure your past/future self isn't raiding your bank account!
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  44. Well, it is not preaching my friend, I am sharing what I believe, just as you do in you sharing as well ;-). Always good hearing from you. I hope you are doing well. One reason I stay on my blog, and not post in the forums, is that some do react the way you do, so out of respect, I stay here. Peace mark
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  45. @XenoFish Man, you're breaking my heart. Violence against children....especially one's own children...is an evil, even if it comes disguised as training or for God. I'm gasping at your scars. I don't believe in a God, but I'm mystically inclined and pursue a spiritual path. I don't find any conflict in that. And, just to say for myself, if believing in God produces such humble and compassionate people as Thomas Merton and Mark Dohle, then that is reason enough to say that it can be a significant good.
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  46. Well, if you reject the existence of spiritual senses, then my analogy is failed in your opinion, absolutely. But it would fit into my analogy, seen from my point of view. If you would entertain the idea of spiritual senses, then they are quite like other senses, only not that limited to an physical organ - or even the body. Please note that I'm not trying to tell you what's the ultimate truth, I'm merely telling you what it feels like from my point of view. It's hard for me to believe when people claim they never experienced anything remotely like spirituality, both the need and the realisation. Maybe people expect the Heavens should open or something theatrical like that? No, it encompasses so many phenomena that we all (or not everyone, I don't know) experience daily. From prognostic (I won't say prophetic) dreams and feelings to the actual feeling of connection with the Absolute. It's real for majority of people who had ever lived. Why it's so important to ridicule it and make it seem impossible today? (Please note that I'm not defending any religion here!) Is it really plausible that the majority of human kind is mentally ill? Because they feel connected and guided? But what if we are connected and guided? What if the insanity is on the side that wants to deny the reality because it doesn't fit into the strict materialist concept? By the way, I've noticed there's a lot of mistaking religion for faith and vice versa. I'd like to make it clear that I'm not too happy with any given religious structure (business, that is) that we've got in this world today, but it would be extremely insane to reject the obvious existence of the spiritual senses I (among billions of others) have got just because some spiritually stinky people like to hide behind the religion when doing various crimes, ranging from fraud to genocide. I hope you'll notice that my intention is not to preach anything to anyone and that I'm being completely honest, with absolutely no other motive than desire to share my own thoughts with others.
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