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what are we, really.. don't ask that question, unless you can live with the consequences.. I asked it once..

I have had far more than one soul mate.. maybe I'm lucky. even when it was like.. in the night, two ships passing.. No. No sex involved.. weird. Take it as you wish.. I have had far more than one soul mate.. maybe I'm lucky.

Just a friend I met here long ago.. She turned me on to Norah Jones.. listened to a LOT of Joni Mitchell..

I wish our Froggie friend would get her head out of her a** and post something here at the moment.. like everything else I want, it is asking too much..

I dunno. It is kind of like.. there is a drunk Spaniard here.. that I have to define Tomatina for.. his reply.. "oh yes. there are other parties.. I've never been there.." Looking at that video of Joni.. did you know she was stricken with Polio in younger years? looking at that.. you'd never think something like that..

*humbly* I say.. You'mve "missed it".. what does the *evidence* have to do.. and what is evidence? wasn't it given by *somebody*? maybe that is the problem here.. "trust". do you trust what others are saying, or not? why, or why not should you.. sorry. I'm neutral in this. I'm supposed to be some kind of peacemaker. the numbers tell me so.. *humbly* I say.. You'mve "missed it".. what does the *evidence* have to do.. and what is evidence? wasn't it given by *somebody*? maybe that is the problem here.. "trust". do you trust what others are saying, or not? why, or why not should you.. sorry. I'm neutral in this. I'm supposed to be some kind of peacemaker. the numbers tell me so..

Crosby Stills and Nash's version was so.. lame. that isn't entirely the name.. no, they embodied it. when they published it, it had the authors name attached..

I really love her. What is there not to love..

scary thoughts.. the energy, or whatever it is that we are in this existence.. corrupts.. little is better. you can look at it another way.. we are a million points of light.. and it really isn't our fault that light burns.. "by the numbers" I'm supposed to be a peacemaker. I hope I haven't failed miserably.. I'll adopt the role, it it will adopt me..

It reminds me of one of the movies I watched.. no, I won't say it was a favorite. The apes saw the Lawgiver weeping.. and what was the interpretation? "the vision is false.." very, very interesting.. so.. they charged the barrier.. and kicked a**.. are you a warrior.. or are you not.. me, I have had my moments.. other times, I have been too blind to see.. destruction is such a harsh word. I just hope that one can't identify me with THE destroyer.. It's damned nasty. Warriors have to play by rules.. and they seem to be becoming more confined, one decade, on generation after another.. any other thoughts from the participants here?

Now on a personal level. I've had some "fascinating" visions as well. the voices one hears, or the visions one sees.. you have the *moral* (ahem, excuse me.) RIGHT.. to reject them.. how else do us few "nutcases" function in society? Every fleeting thought, every little flash of awareness or lack thereof.. I don't attribute to the Almighty anymore..

so, what was the safety here? was it so.. what's the word.. I remember D*vid C*aley's description of a mescaline induced moment.. hearing the organ of the universe playing, seeing the passengers and crew of a beautiful ship beckoning to him.. and for one reason or another, he couldn't get on board with them.. is that it? A fleeting glimpse of paradise.. or something? I'm really really trying to figure out what it exactly is that you are seeing. C*aley had a vision once too.. that did not exactly accord with the ensuing history: da vicster, much more aged, but still vital.. the adorning crowd.. as he got off of the ship.. is that it?

so where is the safeness here? what is it? I'd really like to know..

I would love safeness here.. honestly.. if we are going to have it (safeness and all) let's HAVE it. if not.. fine. You go your way, I'll go mine.

who is speaking with forked tongue? You offer a shelter from the storm, on one hand. A "safe' PLACE. a safe harbor.. a safe haven. then what is it? the safeness seems to evaporate, the moment it is challenged..

to the non(?) mathematicians.. I don't believe that. You are all mathematicians. Maybe you just don't know it yet.. I was 2 years old, then 3, then 5, 7, 11, 13, 19.. the number have no even divisor. 53 is a big deal. the next time a prime comes is.. 59.

maybe the real question here.. which camp are you really in? It's nice to be with the "in" crowd. with great risk that this will turn "political".. if one has the remote possibility of being a liability.. well, you're not "in". and now.. you are what. fifty five, fifty six, or is that fifty seven.. old age and poverty looms on the horizon.. in *way* terms, what are you worth.. where is all the love now.. ... I'm really not trying to break your "faith".. see.. I have the same "faith". will there be room for me.. well.. somewhere. It just might not be the place that would be described as my first choice.. I'm in my sixteenth prime. What about you? five more years, and I I will be in my 17th prime. some mathematicians count the years of their birth in primes. Otherwise, it might be quite a larger number.. then in mathematical terms.. if I survive past teen years, I must be doing pretty good..

very very interesting.. so he "borrowed" from "the devil." a friend of the devil is a friend of mine.. maybe I'll get some sleep, tonight..

well, finally. *we* know what it is NOT. The victoid's *ministry* was NOT a place where accompanied or unaccompanied, married or unmarried young women were "safe", physically in herr victoid's presence. Hitchhiking "believers" seemed to be offered no real level of divinely provided physical safety on the way to lead.. And no amount of physical safety could be accorded to the rank and file follower either. So nobody was physically "safe"? well, some were "safer".. I'm thinking of the few pistol bearing thugs that happened to have the "reverend" appended to their name. Relatively safe. As long as they didn't start shooting each other at a SNS.. or corps meeting, while herr "doktor" drolled on for hours about the word "of". So we've gotten over THAT little misunderstanding. So if that's not it.. what is it?

so how was da way safe, and a harbor, or haven? If its the presence of God.. I have a better reference from psalms. Psalms 139:8 b.

You say yes, I say no.. you say stop, and I say go go go... Oh no....

I could wheeze on for five hours as well.. does that make you feel "safe"? yep. this is what prompts the question.. "for WHOM was it safe? under what conditions?" Another observation. "the devil kicked my rear before I *joined* da way. He kicked it during my stay, and he kicked it after I left". (very rough paraphrase). so.. what good did your *affiliation* with da organization exactly accomplish? Let's not go into that now. I'm still waiting for the definition of tangible safety here..

how many usages of the genitive case are there? Even dumb Squirrels know that.. give me a break here.. was it "Paul a servant, of, that is to say, owned by Jesus Christ (genitive of possession) or was it Genitive of Character.. or was it..

Yep.. they must have been absolutely nuts.. didn't the mom have a few parenting instincts? I understand that they are supposed to.. what circumvented all that? anyway. what I'm still waiting for is a definition of just what the safe harbor WAS. Instead, I've been treated to dissertations of the victoid's research, bible(?) teachings about "love the sinner, hate the sin.." references to the victoid wheezing for five solid hours about the word "of".. and it seems typical of way behavior. If you don't know, or feel uncomfortable with the question, just ask another one. "you have a problem with forgiveness, don't you?" or something like that.. so. One more time.. why does the Porridge bird lay his egg in the air.. ahem. Sorry.. one more time. What is this "safe haven"? can you define it without a vague reference to some verse in Psalms? what was it? Who was really able to enjoy it? In a tangible sense, what was it? A safe haven from WHAT? Or who? Might seem like five questions. No, these are reasonable SUGGESTIONS on how you might answer the question. I'm not entirely accepting the ability to wheeze on for five hours about "of" to qualify..

If I'm not mistaken, he got his real break by marrying into da vicster's mob.. His "teachings" were probably as much a yawn-fest as the victoid wheezing on hours on end about the word "of".