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I've had such a god a few times.. small "g" intended. dueling exorcists was one of those times.. but I could play the game as well as another could.. "out, thou fiendish, unsquirrelish spirit, of sorts.." hey, what can I say. I am happy, generally speaking..

This is the *coolest* post I've seen here.. give me some time friend.. I'll try to catch up. :)

Sowy, just a few more thoughts. There are two cats here.. I would NEVER request them to give up their life, or blood, for mine.. I'd rather die in wickedness or something.. first of all.. if something such was even possible.. they would have to have the capacity to agree with this.. then they would have to logically agree with this.. or are their Souls just ripe for some kind of harvest.. just a few thoughts. I can't harvest souls for my own benefit. Maybe other humans can do this.. whose life is it, anyway..

is it possible that this is an assumption? OK. Assuming this is possible.. the blood of beasts has to be more holy than the blood of man.. I can't see an infinite God paying a debt with wooden nickels, so to speak..

Maybe it was an old fashioned case of "blustering". You know.. my god is more (obnoxious) than yours..

if it makes any difference.. what makes you think existence inside of the gates to be any more pleasurable than that without.. I mean.. the kind of agreements you have to make to get in.. if one is a "savage".. life outside of the gates is a paradise.. just a thought. maybe we are deluged with too many metaphors..

What I would like to know.. anybody here actually witness the *event*? A fire-breathing sonofabitch circling around my tent might motivate me to relocate as well.. what was the big deal.. a 24 hour prayer vigil, around the "possessed".. seeking mercies from the Almighty to slay, or at the minimum "bother" communications with the departed.. or something? Loud prayers trying to cast spirits out.. or something of the sort? Just wonder.

well.. one contributes to the other, doesn't it? Well.. properly aged, of course..

Please don't be. Quotations from one of my favorite movies are forced to the surface.. I can be at least as sorry as you.. gaaaaa.. there I go again.. why does this stuff play so in my head.. maybe we are all equally disturbed.. who knows. You know.. the fortune teller at the Van Wert fair was probably a very nice person..

I dunno. If I REALLY, REALLY bought into the vicster's lies and hypocrisy.. maybe I would go to extraordinary measures to defend my decision.. of sorts. Maybe I never really did.. I don't think I've ever really enjoyed one single step of stability along the way.. why settle on stability, when one can really LIVE?

I'm sorry if I have offended you, friend.. maybe that is the way I survive.. I dunno. everything isn't really always damned funny to me. But there are times.. I've laughed the devil to his face, even when he held all of the advantage, or all the cards.. sowy. I'm just plain nuts at.. or at the most of the time.. :) where do we go from here..

I think during a fit of delusion of gandeur, he maybe IMAGINED he had the ability to run off some kind of spiritual oppression, or something.. But yes, the account is "factual". As far as the victoid's inflated self-importance, that is.. I went to a school that was within one year of achieving the *distinction* of holding the longest losing streak in any league of college football. The way, inc did not intervene and cast out spirits. However, they turned around and actually won a few championships. No help from vic. I thought the *class* was held at Ball State University, not Ohio State. Maybe I'm wrong..

I think it might speak to us.. who knows. Nuke the little cult in Colorado, and nobody might even notice..

Jeesus. My thirteen thousandth post had better kill something.. Anybody have any goats I can stare at?

It sounds like a larger organization running out of resources..

Yep. And as long as they don't use the ABS to pay the stinking fee for the money order, either.

I wonder.. whatever, or however did the insurance man turn out? Must be pretty old, now..

I had a similar experience with a character in high school.. I just asked the question. Do we really need to go to these extremes. I can go there if I have to, what about you.. I mean, what do we want to do. Exchange livers for kidneys, or something like that?

How does my last post fit in with the idiom of permission.. well.. maybe it can't find a home, anywhere else.. What MIGHT be relevant. The idiom of permission, might be an attempt to explain the unexplainable. It's a crutch.. sometimes I'd rather leave some matters unexplainable. Why have security in one's beliefs, when one can fly.. Now The Squirrel stands back.. carry on as you wish.

Very interesting passage. I have a few questions. "the day" shall declare it. What day? why so vague? There are many "the days".. further, we are talking about reward.. but is the context REALLY some kind of judgement day, and day of reward? Why do we have to force some kind of PRIVATE INTERPRETATION that this is during a time of judgement after some kind of "gathering together"? The fire.. shall try every man's work of what sort it is.. fire? I've had some of my work "burned" in this world. Not some time in the distant or not so distant future.. I've had everything I ever thought I've believed melt away once.. in the heat of whatever it was.. You know. The greeks reward was a very small garland, woven of olive leaves.. I have a couple of those, figuratively speaking. They are friggin PAPER. very interesting.. The only thing untouched by the fire in this lifetime.. is my love for two individuals, and their love for me..

almost two years?!! maybe. maybe they could email us an alert when a live upheaval is about to transpire in their living room..

I really hope it isn't all that simple. at least in the end..

try this when the child requires about a hundred or so shots of steroids to survive a massive response to exposure to poison ivy. Yeah, that was me. I knew they loved me.. but after a few exposures to a number of dull re-used needles in the early sixties.. they would have to catch me, to be partly able to administer the remedies. To this day, I attribute these events to one of the reasons I would never become a heroin addict. Anyone who would voluntarily use a needle to add some medical substance intravenously to their blood stream.. is just plain nuts.

but.. but.. isn't this really cool? I can't agree with every experience I've had along the way as being truth.. maybe, they were all footsteps along the way. No pun intended.. so what if I was blindedly deceived.. does it really make a difference in the fabled cosmic scheme of things? maybe I'm still (self) deceived.. I can live with that. At least if I can.. I figure.. I've at best have about twenty years.. by the numbers. At best..

One last call. Contact the Squirrel (John Tallman) here at Greasespot. Or.. kb8pgw@hotmail.com. I check my hotmail account daily.