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and at the end of the day.. Mr. Natural.. was just blotter.. not dispersions to his character here, by no means. Don't get me wrong or anything.. gawd bless him.. and to my dear, dear childhood friend.. who wouldn't pray for gawd to bless his lsd.. I really hope someday.. you have "what it takes" to REALLY talk to me.. :) well.. there is no Mr. Natural here. I will go.. in my squirrelish ways.. to consume yet one more goblet of red wine..

If Mr. Natural could still "deliver" today, it would still make some sense.. hey.. only 200 micrograms. but what the heck.. Hmmm. well.. just swallow down three or four of the suckers.. sowie. Just old memories here.. they have to live someplace.. In that particualar comic, he didn't learn the lesson. Don't follow me. I'm NUTS.. I've done some funny such dance a couple of times.. but I've only been able to levitate in my dreams.. why start a commune.. when one can "turn people on" where they happen to BE at the moment.. maybe its asking far, far too much. maybe not..

so the sober driver and I just made da "run". only cost a fiver.. no hundred bucks here. I could do another twenty runs for what PFAL, etc cost me.. well, I am being a well-behaved Squirrel. have to be good to myself.. still get up in the wee hours of the morning and do math.. Soo. What about da vicster's gold plated shovel? one poster here has testified as to its existence. what I wonder is.. how did a place dedicated with a tarnishless, gold plated (if not solid gold) shovel, end up dedicating a house of brass..

I'm ready for a beer run. But no, I really don't need it..

Beer runs are better. Victors, strike up a song. Not somber.. BEE Double EEE, double R, U N Beer run... BEE Double EEE, Double RR double EE.. Beer.. runnnnnn.. how does the rest of it go.. something about having a fiver, and a non-drunken (i.e. sober) driver..

Hmm. so there WAS a shovel. Enshrined, in da most holy of places in gawd's creation, to be sure. did it have large holes in it? You know.. as in a "shovel" one uses to dig up *something* the cat buried? sowy. It's actually been a good day here..

Has anybody even SEEN the shovel? Where is it? Outside of working for a master's degree. And believe me, I can really appreciate THAT.. unless it was in aroma therapy, homiletics or some such easy way to fame(?) and fortune.. I know how hard education can be, and getting a legitimate degree.. but did anyone ever see da vicster get his hands dirty? Even once? I heard a story long long ago about him washing dishes for some wows or something.. but no, I never saw him, sweat on brow, shovel in hand.. what did he actually DO to earn his keep? "Manogawd(?????).. with shovel, in hand???? You've got to be kidding. it's almost as ridiculous as thinking da vicster's *ministry(????)* was some kind of safe harbor, a refuge from the wiles of devils and lions and such.. He's.. digging a hole, for YOU!!!

or.. like a *doctor* not recognized by the AMA.. he came prepared with said shovel, to bury his "mistakes"..

shovel-ready mog.. what is the shovel for? And does one bury the mog after striking him soundly on the head with said shovel, or without? dense, inquiring Squirrels would like clarification of terms here.

ah, the twelve "benefits" of da class..

somehow I don't think that the "gathering together" is going to be like somebody's childhood nightmare before Christmas, with the victoid, as satan's (ahem santa's) elf, passing out rewards to those who persevere, da faithful, those who remain loyal to da verd of vic, as it has likely never been known.. I'm still waiting for the "safe harbor" definition here. Safe from WHAT? And who was it that enjoyed any kind of tangible protection? "Well.. I felt good about myself.." To quote the moron.. "you can get a good feeling on a psychiatrist's couch.." was that all it was? A little good feeling.. that one belonged (?) .. or "saved" from other religions or ideas? "saved" from Trinitarians? or "saved" from at least reasonably relying on one's God given logic and instincts? like another poster.. "you'll be surprised with the RESULTS".. and the supposed results always seem intangible, always out of reach, or impossible to be described.. so yes. "you've got to be kidding.." safe harbor? ha. I didn't make the claim.. maybe it's "saved" from a conscience..

I wouldn't trust my life to a *doctor(you really know he wasn't a doctor, don't you?)* well over three quarters tanked on Drambuie.. *Nurse, nurse.. help me fer crying out loud. I can't find the patient.. he's got to be here somewhere.. ah, there you are. Just hold still..*

Neither was he a prophet, or an apostle.. have a ministry of "tongues".. helps, governments, etc. etc. He didn't bring light. He plagiarized it, while shamelessly raping and pillaging. He was, and his heritage continues to be, a pestilence. that is all.

what makes you so sure this is the age of "grace"? what if contrary to da doctrine of lo shanta.. you know. I speaks in da tongues.. it's GOTTA be grace.. what if you were wrong? where does that leave the vicster? For that matter, where does that leave YOU? see.. you've relied on vic's theology. He had more than a vested interest in it to be "subjective" with his biblical "research". I mean.. with his track record, the gospel HAS to show he's going to heaven, hell not being able to stop him, doesn't it? or what is the alternative..

I really, really hope he (or she) isn't here I've been on the receiving end of this kind of wrath at time. No, not from this life, the last one.. or was it the one before.. the one I can't remember.. somehow, I *royally* p*ssed somebody off in a previous time.. the next time around.. it will be the administrators of student loans, hunting for my soul.. I'll say.. wtf. I never did anything to you fella.. but I will *emerge*.. with some innate understanding of mathematics..

what is the *kind* of religion of which you speak? vic's religion said one thing, and did another.. no wonder they hate the book of James.. and what? or rather, so what. Even if it is *wrong*.. how does that damage people any less than vic's Crowleyian "do as thy will" interpretation of scripture? At least Crowley was honest.. we will see, won't we.. I would be very, very afraid, if I were you.. I mean.. you've got all of your eggs in the redemption basket. What if you are, simply, WRONG? what if you woke up one day.. and found EVERYTHING you thought and believed was just plain WRONG? where would you go, what would you do?

no, that wasn't it.. It was a large room.. I've had about four dreams like this in life.. three of them have come to pass. This last one, with the whatever building it is.. made out of glass or crystal, I could draw.. no, that was not the building.. cool picture though.. the building I was in, was if you were looking at it in two dimensions..can't remember the mathematical description. twenty, thirty or forty sides.. when I am there, I'm sure it will make sense.. there was no discernible ceiling..

I hope I am there with you.. I had a dream once. I was in a very large building.. the walls were made out of glass. Or transparent crystal. At least 10 or so meters high.. and about 2 or three meters wide.. we were all dressed in white..

maybe that was the best he could do.. the seeds of what he spoke.. eventually germinated, at least in my understanding..

the "rest of us" didn't seem to be afforded the same level of protection.. I remember a meeting once with G*orge J*ss.. he was alluding to some concept, like.. the spiritual battle was with those who run da organization.. anybody else from Michigan remember that meeting? what was mentioned was rather subtle..

at this point, I think his "ministry" was a "safe harbor" for those who yearned to rob, extort and rape under a banner of righteousness..

no joke.. honestly.. I think it was the day he died..

He/she/it/whatever.. they think they are supposed to be..

Hah! maybe its just principle.. I can't be the .... out of a moron anymore.... ..

You'll have to look at this.. cmon. You can figure it out.. internet Safe and all.. The *then* Ramona.. describing to the *then(?) Romana.. "you'll be SAFE here.." laughs, cries, no. we will (and can) have the power to laugh his(?) foot off..