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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.

OH YES! Now I remember.. he was a physics teacher at the high school here. Now it is defunct.. the building was torn down a number of years ago.. He ended up marrying one of his students.. He and very young *wife* went into the corps.. I've put his name on friend tracker as well. No reply, nada, nothing.. ha! why couldn't we just.. get.. what is the word.. carefully, and genetically guarded.. just plain.. well, carefully. Laid. Now that we choose to speak at least explicitly sexually.. where is Johniam.. is it just shock to you, or is it reality.. yeah. Witnessing always sucked.. it got so much in the way, so to speak..

I have only two offspring. Both conceived in love, at least as far as I am concerned.. The seventies really sucked. at least sexually and spiritually.. ah yes.. this character's mentor. B*tch D*v*es. he witnessed in the local bars as well.. The Anchor. Kanawha City.. they generally served alcohol to anyone who exhibited the capacity to be able to breath air.. where is all of this going.. I wish I knew.. Has to make sense to somebody here..

then there was the time I gave a "lady(?)* a ride to twig on a motorcycle. It was a Honda. Lower form. About a 360.. the "coordinator" says something like.. what are you going to do.. just witness to the "lady"? I'm thinking.. now you're telling me. sure.. makes perfect sense. I can barely support myself here.. Unintended pregnancy? Yah.. that's the ticket to the more abundant life, I'm sure. This character was really demented. On many levels.. I've mentioned his name on friend finder. No, he will never read this, nor will anyone guess his identity.. probably still some kind of household coordinator, in da way. well, one chief difference. I don't have a half a dozen offspring trying to chase me down.. at least probably.

why can't these nutcases just allow such situations progress to their natural conclusion.. now that's what I'm talking about.. a divine, heaven and earth moving "movement" of sorts. and the Creator provides the means to clean up the consequences.. Cool story, friend..

This is one of my most pleasant memories of the years of involvement in "gawd's ministry". I found an individual, just as insane as myself, at the time.. the weird thing.. I came to the realization it was all a sham. But it was still like music..

Yeah. That's about what happened.. my old ex brother in law.. he comes back.. he says something like.. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes and you're casting spirits out of each other.." well, paraphrased of course. I wish he'd come here and give the exact meaning of his words..

Well.. mine was.. Dueling Exorcists. "We are not here to study the bible" OK lady, agreed. Those ground rules will work both ways, now, won't they? She knew I was involved with da way. "I rebuke thee, foul spirit of blasphemy, in the name of Jesus.." I fire off the next volley. "out, thou foul spirit of idolatry, in da name of the Lord.." the exchange went on for some time. We traded exorcisms of "foul spirts".. from error, to who knows what. I have a good imagination.. finally.. at the last.. she called for a truce. "You just have to hang loose with Jesus here.."

Yes, quite.

Thank you for your kind words. Even though we are using *slightly* different vocabulary, I think we practically agree on all points here.. what kind of experience and brain power does one need.. well.. seems the more one has, the less one has..

Plus it was a *convenient* name to drop in 1967. Barth was what.. eighty years old at the time, and within one year of the end of his life? Somehow, I don't think confirmation of da victer's claim was exactly part of the vicster's plan.. I think the one at HQ wasn't wearing a filter.. came out of packs of Kool shorts..

vewy vewy interesting.. why pick a *revelation* that was not exactly documentable? I mean.. if he could have shown some record of a run of twenty or so winning tickets, it might be a TAD more believable.. "don't try this at home, kids.." maybe he got the names of the winners from the fortune-teller..

Interesting. Too bad many others of us didn't do the same.. at least a lot sooner..

The last creature I watched.. was lucky. Normally, the speed limit through this zone approaching a dead end is 20 mph. Squirrels could easily gambol out onto the road, and out of the way of danger.. but the car was going at least 45. The Squirrel leaped, and ran like there was no tomorrow.. he missed the front tires of this idiot by about six inches, by estimation.

yes. very, very good friend.. thank you for your kind comments.

Maybe.. the only difference between a Holy Creature, and a grease spot.. is the humane application of the brakes during one's pilgrimage through life..

Just out of curiosity. What was your first impression? My first impression of some wiccans.. I couldn't label them as evil.

There are so many other schools of thought. Life was not very "interesting" when there was no male or female designation..

I think the big problem is trying to shove an Infinite God into a well behaved, logical, sane, predictable package.. I wonder what it is like to be normal, predictable, well behaved, logical, and self-contained for an eternity.. I can be that. Well, for a few moments at a time.. maybe at least when it counts..