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The Personal Experience of Knowledge

 
Jonny Blaze (OP)

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It did seem to help me keep my reason intact enough to carry on with the simplest of routines necessary to maintain ones life...at least for a time...until he showed up.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


And then....?
 Quoting: ArunaLuna


In due time, AL. In due time. I've talked about him in the past...indeed I believe when I first started posting on GLP I think I started a thread about him.

There are a few things that happened just before he showed up that I need to address first.

Then I will re-write my encounter with him...trying not to leave anything out.

But the time isn't quite right for that yet.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Oh dear, please go on, you have left us hanging. Tell us about the HIM that showed up.

Also, the bike rack, maybe you slip between dimensions or times. Angels are working on all of us constantly, doing repairs, maybe they whisked you out for angelic surgery and brought you back to a slightly different reality. They do this in a split second. Perhaps the bike rack reality
was a better one for you.

Ever lost something and looked and looked, then find it exactly where you already looked ten times?

Also, I don't know how it is possible w the drugs you take,
but the healing you described sounded like the work of the Holy Spirit. At one point in your life did you accept Jesus?? Perhaps as a child? I actually think this is the answer. The Holy Spirit has been busy w miracles concerning you and you never even guessed he was real.

THANKS
 Quoting: Who is Blue Fairy


Of course I have. I was raised to be a Christian. I've been to the Babtist church, the Assembly of God, the non-denominationals. I've seen the speaking of tongues, the dancing, the praising.

I was raised on Keith Green, and heard his passion put into a fiery piano at a young age.

I've been baptized. I've felt the shiver of the holy spirit when I was called to the alter, emotion pouring out of me.

But I grew up. Then I found something that the church never bothered to teach me. I stopped praying...and instead began to examine my self through inner silence. I stopped wishing and began intending.

I stopped wanting to go to 'heaven' and chose freedom instead. I realize now that the bible holds many truths, yet it was written by men who perceive, just as I perceive.

It seemed more natural to me to understand that my perception is flawed, and to seek an alternative way of looking at things in an effort to offset this flaw.

Because of this, I needed a more practical set of rules and philosophies to follow. Methods that are simple, precise, and easy to understand. A goal that is overly simplistic and not dependent on my fellow man's perception of what is or interpretation of what has been written.

Am I still a 'Christian'? Does Jesus approve of what I am doing? I'll never know that for sure. But I do know one thing: I seek impeccability in my own eyes.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


So now you know. It is so much more comforting to see it yourself than to have to rely on what others say.

It's quite a useful tool for a dreamer. If you ever need a break from it...or a shield...you know where to find it in the 'waking world'.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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OK, here is the exact way it happened.

I was walking through some woods. It looked to be around dusk. All of a sudden I see a unicorn come out of nowhere about 20 yards from me. It wasn't pure white, it was like an off white/grey. It didn't have any big fancy mane or tail like you see in art. Just a normal looking horse with a horn.

When it came around a tree, it was heading right towrds me, fast. My immediate thought was that it was going to impale me with its horn. So, I did a quick sidestep and when I did that, I ended up stepping right into a wooden cabin that I had not seen.

I backed up as the unicorn came straight for me and suddenly stopped. He/she kept rearing its head, then bent down and starting nudging me with its muzzle. Straight on like it was trying to kiss me. I felt this incredible soothing, loving energy, that made me giddy. So I wrapped my arms around its head/neck and started cuddling with his head like I do with my great dane's.

No memory after that.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


So now you know. It is so much more comforting to see it yourself than to have to rely on what others say.

It's quite a useful tool for a dreamer. If you ever need a break from it...or a shield...you know where to find it in the 'waking world'.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Blaze, you need to explain this to me.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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OK, here is the exact way it happened.

I was walking through some woods. It looked to be around dusk. All of a sudden I see a unicorn come out of nowhere about 20 yards from me. It wasn't pure white, it was like an off white/grey. It didn't have any big fancy mane or tail like you see in art. Just a normal looking horse with a horn.

When it came around a tree, it was heading right towrds me, fast. My immediate thought was that it was going to impale me with its horn. So, I did a quick sidestep and when I did that, I ended up stepping right into a wooden cabin that I had not seen.

I backed up as the unicorn came straight for me and suddenly stopped. He/she kept rearing its head, then bent down and starting nudging me with its muzzle. Straight on like it was trying to kiss me. I felt this incredible soothing, loving energy, that made me giddy. So I wrapped my arms around its head/neck and started cuddling with his head like I do with my great dane's.

No memory after that.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals

 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


LOL. That is so damn funny. We are alike in many ways, Ss. Yet so different at the same time. ;)
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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09/11/2012 01:41 PM

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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


So now you know. It is so much more comforting to see it yourself than to have to rely on what others say.

It's quite a useful tool for a dreamer. If you ever need a break from it...or a shield...you know where to find it in the 'waking world'.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Blaze, you need to explain this to me.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Weed. If you ever come across those dark forces...if they ever try to hunt you night after night.

Simply take a break. Maybe when you start again you'll find a magical loving unicorn? A new friend.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
Jonny Blaze (OP)

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It's like Archimedes. Take a bath every once in awhile.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


So now you know. It is so much more comforting to see it yourself than to have to rely on what others say.

It's quite a useful tool for a dreamer. If you ever need a break from it...or a shield...you know where to find it in the 'waking world'.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Blaze, you need to explain this to me.
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Weed. If you ever come across those dark forces...if they ever try to hunt you night after night.

Simply take a break. Maybe when you start again you'll find a magical loving unicorn? A new friend.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Gotcha. That is a great idea. What is really cool about me being able to have lucid dreams pretty much at will, is I can explore these weird kind of thoughts.

I'll get to know the unicorn, lmao. I'll begin summoning him/her and see what comes of it.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a Ride!"

We do not Die, We Awaken to the Dream that We Lived.
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...


And then....?
 Quoting: ArunaLuna


In due time, AL. In due time. I've talked about him in the past...indeed I believe when I first started posting on GLP I think I started a thread about him.

There are a few things that happened just before he showed up that I need to address first.

Then I will re-write my encounter with him...trying not to leave anything out.

But the time isn't quite right for that yet.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Oh dear, please go on, you have left us hanging. Tell us about the HIM that showed up.

Also, the bike rack, maybe you slip between dimensions or times. Angels are working on all of us constantly, doing repairs, maybe they whisked you out for angelic surgery and brought you back to a slightly different reality. They do this in a split second. Perhaps the bike rack reality
was a better one for you.

Ever lost something and looked and looked, then find it exactly where you already looked ten times?

Also, I don't know how it is possible w the drugs you take,
but the healing you described sounded like the work of the Holy Spirit. At one point in your life did you accept Jesus?? Perhaps as a child? I actually think this is the answer. The Holy Spirit has been busy w miracles concerning you and you never even guessed he was real.

THANKS
 Quoting: Who is Blue Fairy


Of course I have. I was raised to be a Christian. I've been to the Babtist church, the Assembly of God, the non-denominationals. I've seen the speaking of tongues, the dancing, the praising.

I was raised on Keith Green, and heard his passion put into a fiery piano at a young age.

I've been baptized. I've felt the shiver of the holy spirit when I was called to the alter, emotion pouring out of me.

But I grew up. Then I found something that the church never bothered to teach me. I stopped praying...and instead began to examine my self through inner silence. I stopped wishing and began intending.

I stopped wanting to go to 'heaven' and chose freedom instead. I realize now that the bible holds many truths, yet it was written by men who perceive, just as I perceive.

It seemed more natural to me to understand that my perception is flawed, and to seek an alternative way of looking at things in an effort to offset this flaw.

Because of this, I needed a more practical set of rules and philosophies to follow. Methods that are simple, precise, and easy to understand. A goal that is overly simplistic and not dependent on my fellow man's perception of what is or interpretation of what has been written.

Am I still a 'Christian'? Does Jesus approve of what I am doing? I'll never know that for sure. But I do know one thing: I seek impeccability in my own eyes.
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Then of course you should know who has been working behind the scenes for you: THE HOLY SPIRIT OF GOD. He saved your life and your friend Anne's, and it looks like you have a great gift from him you never realized had been given. It does work that way. You may be a powerful man of God someday if you let him lead you.

God is the source of the power, thru Jesus. He must be letting you get away with questioning him cause he knows you have the intelligence and love to eventually see the truth.

If you follow the devilish pursuits too much tho he will let the devil sock it to you again as he did once with the mental anguish or whatever it was you had. The devil is the one that hands out the diseases.

Have confidence, pray for direction, watch it come!

Thanks
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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My dreams are getting more intense again.

Last night I dreamed of a unicorn, LMAO!

It was running through the woods, coming straight at me. I ducked inside a doorway and it followed me in. It was extremely excited. Then, it started nudging my face, over and over, like it was trying to kiss me.

blink
 Quoting: Swinging on Spirals


Somewhere I read that the unicorn is a symbol of Jesus, but not sure about that, but it would make sense if what you felt was peace and love!

Thanks

Last Edited by Who is Blue Fairy on 09/11/2012 05:36 PM
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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It was the spring of '02, just after mothers day. I had been fasting for weeks. Massive waves of paranoia washed over me. I felt like I was being watched closely. I felt like this world was absolute hell. I no longer believed that I could leave this place before a pre-ordained time...like a prison sentence.

So I did what any psychotic person would do. I drowned myself in a pool. Successfully I might add. Of course, some policeman had to pull me out and revive me (I was naked at the time and the pool wasn't exactly private).

I had an out of body experience...remembering something similar that happened when I was a young boy and fell of my dad's lap while riding in an inter tube through 'the shoot' in the San Antonio river that runs through New Braunsfels.

At the hospital, the doctor took one look at me and said something to the effect of 'i know what you did, you were skinny dipping in the pool and got caught and faked your drowning to get out of trouble'. I just nodded and the next thing I know I'm released on my own recognizance.

The next day, I striped naked and walked down an avenue in fifth ward, Houston, at about 9 o'clock AM. Of course, I got arrested and thrown into jail for indecent exposure.

The epiphany came when I was thrown in a cell with 30 or so other accused criminals. While looking into a trashcan in the corner, seeing what at first I thought were flys...hundreds of them...flying around me. No, not flys. Black specs....showered with black specs. Realizing that I've read about this before....disappearing into a thousand pieces. I came back into consciousness sometime later, the large holding cell was empty. Everyone had been taken to see the Judge except me.

They had to put me in a isolated cell after I caught my second wind. I was messing with a gang banger, who they put into the cell. I was just talking to the guy. He seemed nervous. I don't blame him though. I looked like the walking death, weighing about 127 lbs...slim for someone who is 6'2". My eyes were surely sunken into my skull, my skin surely was a sickly pale white.

The cops pulled me out of my isolated cell from time to time with my hands and feet clapped in chains. They drug me out on a leash and displayed me in front of that cell full of 30 or so new accused criminals. I could hear the cops laughing and mocking me. The accused were protesting 'that's not right, man.'

Just before taking me in-front of the judge in yet another holding cell, I was focused on just one of my fellow accused citizens...the biggest one, the toughest looking one. He looked like a biker. He had a beard. I never broke eye contact with him while repeating 'I'm not going to eat anything, I'm just going to drink water'. He was terrified, yet stone faced. I couldn't understand why. He could have beat me into a pulp...he outweighed me by 100 lbs. Perhaps that's why I had the grin on my face?

Being dragged back to my cell after seeing the judge, I decided to resist. I had previously managed to lock out the cop escorting me down through the underground passage between the courthouse and the holding cells. He was not amused as I smiled at him through the window of the door looking into the tunnel. I thought about running back up the stairs and trying to escape, but instead I just laughed at his frustration.

I resisted again when we got near the isolated cell they were going to throw me in...grasping to one of the bars and not letting go as three humble public servants that were all twice my size tried in vein to pry me loose. Finally, one of those fine gentlemen put a key in his hand and stabbed my hand with the full force of authority. I still have the scar.

Have you ever heard a scream and thought to yourself...'wow, someone is in real pain'...only to realize later that it was you screaming? It's quite a strange experience. Especially when you realize that it was the scream that startled you into letting go of the bar.

When I got out of there...and was put in the backseat of my mother's car...I stopped breathing due to exhaustion. The paramedics that arrived said that I didn't have the strength to breath lying on my back.

But wait...I had been lying on my back in that cell for hours just before they released me. Hmmm.

The paramedics were kind enough to take me where I could find some peace....too bad it was a mental institution.

I like to view this particular experience as a Pyrrhic defeat.

Edit: words in italics added

Last Edited by Jonny Blaze on 09/13/2012 02:54 PM
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Hi Blaze I answered you in the other thread. One other question, what made you want to fast for so long? What were your feelings on life before you started the fast?

Thanks
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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Hi Blaze I answered you in the other thread. One other question, what made you want to fast for so long? What were your feelings on life before you started the fast?

Thanks
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There were layers of reasons. One one level, in the days just after September 11th, I felt something in the world had changed. I didn't like it. Being a person who indulges in 'conspiracy theory', I began to question the official story just days after the event...as soon as I heard about the shorts on the airline stocks. As soon as I saw the narrative put in place. The conclusion was reached un-naturally fast...while the mountain of evidence was being discarded with the same amount of urgency.

I can say this because during that slide into psychosis, I was struck with this deep held belief that a bubble was placed around this country. I couldn't 'see' the bubble. I could feel it. I knew where this bubble would lead us in the future.

On another, shallower level, I was ready to go. I had gotten let go of my job 2 months after September 11th. My employer went out of business. He got caught cheating on his wife and was about to go through a divorce. Meanwhile, his VP had just graduated with an engineering degree (I actually had a class or two with the guy. His VP left him and his business and decided not to take me along to his new company.

Along with the Enron collapse, that made Houston a hard place to find a job in that time. I couldn't find one, and my heart wasn't in it. I felt like a disappointment to my pops.

On a deeper level, I wanted to face death. I wanted to know if my spirit was impeccable. I wanted to shake my form away. I didn't really care if I succeeded or not.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Hi Blaze I answered you in the other thread. One other question, what made you want to fast for so long? What were your feelings on life before you started the fast?

Thanks
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Or perhaps this is a better explanation.

[link to www.youtube.com]

The lyrics are perfect.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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After that ordeal in '02...it took some time to recover. I was carted off to my home town with an appropriate psychological explanation, or rather diagnosis, given to me to carry along.

I worked in Dillards for four months or so after I was allowed to get off of the Haldol. I met some interesting people there and had some fun times...as much fun as someone selling clothes can be allowed to have.

But, in the end, I decided to go back to Houston. I felt compelled to go back. Perhaps it was when I met this strange young lady who worked at Dillards for a short time. The first time I talked to her, without much at all being said, she basically told me that I was a 'warlock'. I thought it was amusing.

I'm no 'warlock'. I'm just a warrior going to knowledge. So I left my hometown and returned to the place of my epic defeat...with every intention of stirring the pot again.

If it was a movie... [link to www.youtube.com] would've been playing in the background while I was headed to my chosen battleground. The battleground of '04.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Well ok I guess what you did wrong was not ask God to accompany you on that fast.

God saved you anyway and you can bet it was not for you to turn yourself over to the dark side.

Sounds like you are a spiritual warrior at heart but never realized it.

You mentioned earlier a Pet Eng degree, why don't you get a Masters?

Univ of Alaska has one. You sound miserable in suburbia, maybe you could sell your wife on the idea and relocate to AK for awhile.
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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I ounce had a lucid dream in which I drove a Ferrari, does it mean I'll have one?

Jokes aside, I was once at an aquaintance's (misspelled?) house with a friend of mine. We had lsd, and each of us took a quarter then we were watching the movie «The fourth kind». During the whole movie I was so entranced I thought I was going to scare myself so bad. Also a friend of mine recently told me about smoking sativa weed's, he said he got a strange perception of all around and inside him and got thinking about life in way that scared him. He said he didn't liked the experience, I think he's scared of learning something that might really shake his deepest beliefs.

Remeber folks, and these words aren't mine, «reality surpasses all fiction»;)
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Well ok I guess what you did wrong was not ask God to accompany you on that fast.

God saved you anyway and you can bet it was not for you to turn yourself over to the dark side.

Sounds like you are a spiritual warrior at heart but never realized it.

You mentioned earlier a Pet Eng degree, why don't you get a Masters?

Univ of Alaska has one. You sound miserable in suburbia, maybe you could sell your wife on the idea and relocate to AK for awhile.
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I'm pretty sure that God came along for the ride...and he would've done so whether or not I asked.

Something saved me, yes. It was my awareness. It was my effort to shake away my human form...to scare it away. It was the intent behind my seemingly irrational acts (when viewed superficially) that counted. It was my impeccable intent that allowed me to live through that.

“Intent is not a thought, or an object, or a wish. Intent is what can make a man succeed when his thoughts tell him he is defeated. It operates in spite of a warrior’s indulgence. Intent is what makes him invulnerable. Intent is what sends a shaman through a wall, through space, to infinity.”

Every single action I took was aimed at strengthening my connecting link with intent. I went through hell to get it. That's how much freedom and understanding meant to me.

“Shamanism is a journey of return. A warrior returns victorious to the spirit, having descended into hell. And from hell he brings trophies. Understanding is one of his trophies.”

I don't expect you to understand. Being a warrior IS about spiritual warfare.

“A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war: wide-awake, with fear, respect, and with absolute assurance. Going to knowledge or going to war in any other manner is a mistake, and whoever makes it might never live to regret it.

When a man has fulfilled all four of these requisites- to be wide awake, to have fear, respect, and absolute assurance- there are no mistakes which for which he will have to account: under such conditions his actions lose the blundering quality of the acts of a fool. If such a man fails, or suffers a defeat, he will have lost only a battle, and there will be no pitiful regrets over that.”

I would answer the questions about the other things you asked, but not on this thread. That is just personal history and is useless when it comes to what this thread concerns.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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And just for the record, 'Pyrrhic defeat' is a term with more than one interpretation.

The same can be said for 'epic defeat'.

It all depends on the perspective.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Kudos on being a spiritual warrior!

I am one in training for God, thru Jesus.

It is tough...
John 14:27
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Kudos on being a spiritual warrior!

I am one in training for God, thru Jesus.

It is tough...
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“Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.”
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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I can’t remember exactly how it started, or exactly how it ended. It took place sometime after the appearance of the bike rack, and sometime before the encounters I had with him…in the spring of ’04.

What I do remember is being outside of my apartment. It was dusk. I went outside because there seemed to be a great ruckus going on outside. Not that I heard it, or saw it. But perhaps I did see it.

My recollection of it begins with being there, outside of my apartment, standing in the grass, utterly bewildered. There, before me, sat car after car after car after car in the parking lot. One after another they sat in a line…a line seemed to wrap around the parking lot.

It was as if rush hour traffic had come to my apartment complex. I couldn’t see the front gate from the lawn in front of my building. The parking lot was laid out in one elongated rectangle. I was at the back side of the property.

As I looked around, I noticed a few other people gazing in bewilderment at this traffic jam. Was there a football game? No. It’s springtime. Was there a baseball game? No, people don’t care enough about baseball here; everyone in the stadium would have had to spontaneously decide to take a detour through this parking lot. How could all these people be here?

Then I noticed something even more bizarre. Every single driver of every single car was talking on a cell phone. I couldn’t help but get a sick feeling that they were all barely conscious of the world around them. Barely alive. Zombies, if you will.

I began to walk to the front of the complex. As I walked, I slowly got a view of how long this line was. When I reached the gate, I was utterly dumbfounded to see that the line stretched through the front gate in both directions. Out in the street that was connected to the entrance, cars were stopped in both directions with their blinkers on…trying to get in the complex.

Cars that were leaving the complex weren’t all trying to turn right, which would have been the fastest way out of that ridiculous situation. Again, I scanned the scene. Every single last person was having a conversation on a cell phone. Most cars, even the ones inside the parking lot had their blinkers turned on.

I walked back to my building. More people had gathered outside, staring. Talking to each other. Pointing. Some of the fraternity types were out on their balcony drinking beer…like it was some kind of party.

Then I noticed a car. Come to think of it, it was a Lincoln…much like the one that screeched in and out of the parking lot a few nights before. Windows tinted, this car was close to my building, but not in the line…off by itself.

By this time it was dark, and the street lights and parking lot lights were on. I approached the driver’s side window and knocked on the glass. The window rolled down. What I was confronted with didn’t jolt me as hard as it should have.

These ‘things’ inside the car looked like blurred out shadows. I couldn’t make out any of their faces or features...except the driver's eyes. I thought it was extremely strange, but yet I wasn’t afraid of them. I was wary of them.

I asked them ‘Hey, do you guys know what is going on around here?’

I think it was the driver who responded. ‘Yeah, we are just here to fix the lights.’

Realizing that this was all the answer I would get and noting the defensive nature of the response, I decided to withdraw. I said something like ‘Oh, ok’ and walked away.

I’m not absolutely sure that this is all that was said…it’s the best of my recollection at the moment.

I went back inside. I’m not sure of the details that happened next, but it wasn’t until the next day or so that I had the sudden urge to get out of that place…to escape for awhile to see a ‘normal’ friend…which I soon attempted.

Edit: the words in italics were added, spelling corrected.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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“Nothing being more important than anything else, a warrior chooses any act, and acts it out as if it mattered to him. His controlled folly makes him say that what he does matters and makes him act as if it did, and yet he knows that it doesn’t; so when he fulfills his acts, he retreats in peace, and whether his acts were good or bad, or worked or didn’t, is in no way part of his concern.”

Note - All quotes posted by me on this thread, except the dialogue of my recollections, are from 'The Wheel of Time' by Carlos Castaneda.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Well I ain't found it yet, but when I do...

...it's all mine.
The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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I can’t remember exactly how it started, or exactly how it ended. It took place sometime after the appearance of the bike rack, and sometime before the encounters I had with him…in the spring of ’04.

What I do remember is being outside of my apartment. It was dusk. I went outside because there seemed to be a great ruckus going on outside. Not that I heard it, or saw it. But perhaps I did see it.

My recollection of it begins with being there, outside of my apartment, standing in the grass, utterly bewildered. There, before me, sat car after car after car after car in the parking lot. One after another they sat in a line…a line seemed to wrap around the parking lot.

It was as if rush hour traffic had come to my apartment complex. I couldn’t see the front gate from the lawn in front of my building. The parking lot was laid out in one elongated rectangle. I was at the back side of the property.

As I looked around, I noticed a few other people gazing in bewilderment at this traffic jam. Was there a football game? No. It’s springtime. Was there a baseball game? No, people don’t care enough about baseball here; everyone in the stadium would have had to spontaneously decide to take a detour through this parking lot. How could all these people be here?

Then I noticed something even more bizarre. Every single driver of every single car was talking on a cell phone. I couldn’t help but get a sick feeling that they were all barely conscious of the world around them. Barely alive. Zombies, if you will.

I began to walk to the front of the complex. As I walked, I slowly got a view of how long this line was. When I reached the gate, I was utterly dumbfounded to see that the line stretched through the front gate in both directions. Out in the street that was connected to the entrance, cars were stopped in both directions with their blinkers on…trying to get in the complex.

Cars that were leaving the complex weren’t all trying to turn right, which would have been the fastest way out of that ridiculous situation. Again, I scanned the scene. Every single last person was having a conversation on a cell phone. Most cars, even the ones inside the parking lot had their blinkers turned on.

I walked back to my building. More people had gathered outside, staring. Talking to each other. Pointing. Some of the fraternity types were out on their balcony drinking beer…like it was some kind of party.

Then I noticed a car. Come to think of it, it was a Lincoln…much like the one that screeched in and out of the parking lot a few nights before. Windows tinted, this car was close to my building, but not in the line…off by itself.

By this time it was dark, and the street lights and parking lot lights were on. I approached the driver’s side window and knocked on the glass. The window rolled down. What I was confronted with didn’t jolt me as hard as it should have.

These ‘things’ inside the car looked like blurred out shadows. I couldn’t make out any of their faces or features...except the driver's eyes. I thought it was extremely strange, but yet I wasn’t afraid of them. I was wary of them.

I asked them ‘Hey, do you guys know what is going on around here?’

I think it was the driver who responded. ‘Yeah, we are just here to fix the lights.’

Realizing that this was all the answer I would get and noting the defensive nature of the response, I decided to withdraw. I said something like ‘Oh, ok’ and walked away.

I’m not absolutely sure that this is all that was said…it’s the best of my recollection at the moment.

I went back inside. I’m not sure of the details that happened next, but it wasn’t until the next day or so that I had the sudden urge to get out of that place…to escape for awhile to see a ‘normal’ friend…which I soon attempted.

Edit: the words in italics were added, spelling corrected.
 Quoting: Jonny Blaze


Next time this weirdness happens, pray, "reveal to me oh God the reality of this situation."

If it does not come immediately, find a safe point of observation, and see what plays out. If God still isn't revealing anything, ask him to show it to you in the Bible.

Run home and read first verse in Bible you come to after again asking for a revelation.

The world is not veiled to some.

What did your gut tell you was going on? It sounds like a scene straight out of "Hunger Games." Which is not that far from reality.

Last Edited by Who is Blue Fairy on 09/15/2012 02:11 AM
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(spring of '04, chronologically after all previous posts that took place in that year)

A few days later I encountered an old man in the laundry room. He was out of place, being an old man in a on-campus laundry room. There was something about him. Something that forced all my attention to him when I was in his presence. The first time I met him I felt compelled to help him with his laundry, which was very unusual for me.

He claimed to be somehow affiliated with the university’s hotel and restaurant management college. He even gave me a card that had his name and credentials. The card looked authentic enough, and his story seemed legitimate enough. It was all laid out in with just enough readability that to analyze it too much would make one appear to be irrational.

He was at least 80 years old by the look of him. I remember him wearing a blue fishing hat and an eye catching western style pendant. He also used a walking cane and walked in a hunched over way with much effort put into his movement.

After talking to him for a few short minutes he seemed to know quite a bit about my family's ancestry...at least on my Dad's side. He described to me the differences between the subtle variations of the family lineages based on the spelling of the last name. He seemed so sure that the spelling of my last name indicated that I came from a better linage. He used the words 'white laced' or something very similar in his description.

When he talked, he spoke of all the Irish people he had encountered and started using three digit numbers to describe and classify them by some unintelligible scheme. I was lost, but polite.

But I was more than just lost...I was convinced that this guy was absolutely full of shit. White laced Irishmen? My family came to America on board a coffin ship. I'm pretty sure their laces were no whiter than any other Irish family with a similarly spelled last name. Still, I found the man fascinating.

I encountered him at least 4 times over the next week or two, always in the laundry room except once, by the front gate, the last time we spoke.

However, the second or third time we met, we began talking in a very abstract way. I began speaking using vague words, hinting at a second and third meaning to my statements, but in such a vague way that he would either understand or not understand what I was getting at, which I could determine based on the response he gave.

He seemed to completely understand and we began to have the most abstract conversation I have ever had with another person. No words we spoke were meaningful, it’s rather like we were both speaking using intent. The conversation was focused on the general state of the world. I remember some of it; I was probing him about why, in his opinion, 'the good guys' never get any press.

The next time we met, I remember sitting cross legged on a washing machine, while he was drying clothes across the room. At one point a young red headed female student came in the laundry room briefly and acknowledged both of us, which for some reason revealed some of my anxiety. But she soon left, and after she did, his mood seemed to shift.

He began talking about his son. This subject must have sparked some kind of emotion deep inside him, because he suddenly seemed unusually lively for an old man. Of course, the way he always talked so abstractly, I was extremely doubtful that he was only talking about his son.

His eyes seemed to have a mischievous light to them, and began to shine more noticeably the more he spoke of his son. He became more more and more animated. And the more animated he became, the more ludicrous his appearance seemed. I watched carefully from my cross legged sitting position on the washing machine as the difference between his appearance and his demeanor began to boldly contradict one another.

This effect had its climax when he said “yes...but, we don’t get along very well, me and my son.” This isn’t a disturbing statement in and of itself, but combined with his fluid movement of sweeping off his fishing hat and bowing his head to point it directly at me, it was quite shocking.

During this time, I remember thinking to myself, perhaps not with words...’What the fuck? Is he pointing at his head while saying that his son doesn’t get along with him????’ Then, for a moment, I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn't insane and let my attention be drawn to his head.

I then noticed his bald head looked scared with some type of sores on it. The sores seemed to be moving or pulsating. It was revolting. I felt a sudden pressure on my stomach. I knew without thinking that he just energetically assaulted me. But fear wasn't part of my reaction to it.

I was compelled to act. I hopped down off of the washing machine, never taking my eye off of his eye. I had a fixed facial expression, one of a half mad grin. The grin of someone who has finally met their match. The grin of someone ready for war.

I began to circle around to the left, since there was an Island of dryers in-between us. It would have been a closer route to him to circle to the right, but I wanted more time to decide if this standoff was worth it. To him, it may have appeared I was walking towards the door I usually entered the building from, which was to my left.

As I began to move to the left, a sound became noticeable to me. It quickly became loud, and at some point, unrealistically loud. It was so loud that I began to question my perception of it. I had no choice but to silence my mind, step back inside my mind, and examine it without rationality. All this as I was walking.

The sound seemed to be coming from the dryer I was walking by; the dryer to my immediate right, in-between me and the thing disguised as an old man. It was revving up like a jet engine or a loud fan. It was so loud, it drowned out everything else and forced me to re-consider what was going on.

The last thought I remember having was white laced with a touch of fear, 'This is it. Someone has placed a thermonuclear weapon in this dryer to take out Houston and I had just enough personal power to be at ground zero as it explodes, how glorious (sarcastic).'

A steady onslaught of noise and emotion, and then something strange happened....reason fought back. Reason came to my aid. I was faced with two unrealistic choices. Either the dryer contained a nuclear suitcase bomb, or it was by some mystery running unbelievably loud. My reason didn't shatter into a thousand pieces, even though it couldn't process what was happening.

Everything was black and calm. I was in the void....I had stopped the world. I was no longer in that laundry room.

My eyes came into focus and I was standing in front of the old man. The first sensation I remember was touching his shoulder...and the powerful sense that this man was incredibly frail brought me back to everyday awareness. I felt the bones underneath his body, and realized that I could crush him easily.

The words that came from my lips were “We get along though, don’t we?” I rolled my eyes at the old man as I turned around and walked towards the exit. I had no feelings of fear turning my back on him. Having just come face to face with power and survived the encounter.

A few days later a pipe burst underneath that old bike rack. In order to fix it, they had to dig right next to it, revealing the under side of the concrete. It sat on four wooden pillars that went vertically down at the corners of the bike rack. There was no way that it could have been put there a few days before, I was surely mistaken.

I couldn't help wonder at the circumstance of events that took place in order to reveal further proof that my reason must be flawed. That bike rack had been there for years. It is the easiest explanation to believe, revealed to me by a most unlikely chain of events. Talk about a paradox.

I came across the old man the last time at the front gate. He was standing very close to where I observed the cars at the front gate a week or so before. Enthusiastically, I parked my car and almost ran up to him. I asked him how he was doing. He said fine. After a few exchanges, I said to him that maybe we would meet again soon. He replied, with a cryptic grin 'No we won't.' That was the last thing he said to me.

He was right.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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The old man shoulda known...

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.
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Interesting for sure!
It makes me wonder how many people are out there who have these kinds of experiences. And how many of those people who are actually willing to talk about it in such detail...or even acknowledge (admit) the sensory detail of it too.

Thanks for posting Blaze...
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Interesting for sure!
It makes me wonder how many people are out there who have these kinds of experiences. And how many of those people who are actually willing to talk about it in such detail...or even acknowledge (admit) the sensory detail of it too.

Thanks for posting Blaze...
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Thanks, Luna.

They're out there. It's time to step up to the plate.

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The engravings translate to "This space intentionally left blank."

The prayer is inscribed in an ancient script, rarely used today. It seems to be a philippic against small insects, absent-mindedness, and the picking up and dropping of small objects.

The gate is open; through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled bodies in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard.
The way through the gate is barred by evil spirits, who jeer at your attempts to pass.

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