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General Interest => Open Free for All => Topic started by: Anonymous on July 18, 2007, 02:25:41 PM
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Even though we disagree sometimes, you must realize this universe NEEDS YOU.
We all have a certain vibration that is absolutely critical to everything around us. We don't see it. Well some peopole do but thye get locked up if they talk about it.
So don't let the negativity get you down. Don't let them bombard you with frequencies that aren't going to help you reach a higher vibratory plane.
The world needs every single one of you, because you are just the seed for the millions that come after you. Plesae dont do it.
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I won't.
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:D :) :P ::cheers:: ::bigsmilebounce:: :tup: :em: :nworthy: ::alieneyesa:: ::nod:: ::dove::
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Ok.
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:P :D :P :) :cry: <---*tears of JOY*
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Even though we disagree sometimes, you must realize this universe NEEDS YOU.
How so? Not to rehash the whole "to be or not to be" question, since by the fact that we are here, interacting, kind of indicates that we have decided, agreed to even, "be", at least for the time being. But "the Universe needs me"? I'm not convinced. It was here a long time before I was and will be here a long time after I am gone. "Vanity, vanity, all is Vanity", as the Ecclesiastical scribe wrote as he toiled amongst the protein-deficient Jewboys of yore........who am I to believe that the Universe needs me, and who are yu, other than maybe a well-meaning cheerleader, to tell me so?
We all have a certain vibration that is absolutely critical to everything around us. We don't see it. Well some peopole do but thye get locked up if they talk about it.
So don't let the negativity get you down. Don't let them bombard you with frequencies that aren't going to help you reach a higher vibratory plane.
Yeah, and some of us are tired from all the negativity, and sick of hearing New Age weirdoes, rather than truly enlightened folk like yourself, tell us that there is a spiritual, rather than an economic or even a political cause for and solution to our "negative energy". Kind of a bitch to achieve some Nirvanic bliss (without drugs, that is. Drugs work great for blissing me out......) when you're worried about paying the bills, dealing with the usual fair share of bullshit life throws at ya, and maintain my buzz and my freedom. I'll worry about Enlightenment and the Universe's "need" for me after I've won the Lottery or stumbled across a big box of money. Until then it's about keeping my ass off the street and out of jail. If the Univers NEEDS me, then the Universe owes me a goddamn living, so tell that to the Universe the next time you see Him, Her, or It.
The world needs every single one of you, because you are just the seed for the millions that come after you. Plesae dont do it.
Don't do what? I think I answered that in the first sentence, but even that decision is subject to revision whenever I deem it necessary. And the millions that come after me? It looks like I'm the end of my particular genetic line, too weird to live and to rare to die, as some drug-addled writer once mused, and yeah, sure, my actions have already irrevocably altered the lives of thousands, etc., just by being here, I see no evidence that I am somehow necessary to the overall smooth running of the Big Machine. Thanks for the compliment, it was mighty nice of ya to say so, but it's been humming along with no interference from me, for good or ill, for quite a while now, and I have every confidence it can continue to do so without any assistance from me.
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Go rent the movie "The Butterfly Effect," and then tell me how you even know what effect your actions and your life have on the future millions. Dude, we all matter...
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Go rent the movie "The Butterfly Effect," and then tell me how you even know what effect your actions and your life have on the future millions. Dude, we all matter...
Yeah, but do we matter that much?. I've seen the movie (cute, btw) but I remain unconvinced. Check out "Apocalypse Now" (the original, not the Redux version) for a much more convincing argument as to the nature of the truth........and a much better cast and director as well. (Hey, if I'm gonna use some Hollywood product for my life's creed, it might as well be a good one.)
As I stated in my response to the original poster, sure, I'll grant that there are "ripple effects" from my daily interactions with others, but I don't think there is anyting indispensable about me or my existance as far as the Universe is concerned. I'm a sentient monkey whose species has learned to do some neat tricks as we spend or lives on a rock that revolves around a pretty ordinary star, etc., etc., etc., and I'm not even close to being Head Nigga In Charge, so in reality, where I live, there's not a whole Hell of a lot of evidence to back up well-meaning Missy's (I'm asuming the original poster is a femme, chicks seem to go for that kind of jive a lot more readily than dudes, or at least they like to tell you about it more readily......) assertion that the Universe somehow, in all it's maginficent fucking Glory, with or without Bog in His Starry Heavens, (whichever pleases/displeases your parent's philosophical viewpoint, depending on your particular bent), somehow needs me, lil' ol' me, to somehow get it's point across. I don't think it gives a flying fuck about my existence one way or the other, or even if it can give a fuck.....and these are questions that are as old as we are, at least, and are not likely to be answered on a web forum attended primarily by people who are admittedly somewhat maladjusted, to one degree or another. If the Universe needs me, it must also need a lot of greed, pain, tears, and blood.......especially blood. It needs pain and suffering, apparently that's what fuels the engine....it needs sex and vilonce, and brutality and degredations of the harshest demeanor. It needs drugs to ease the pain, to wipe away the conscience, to blur the memories, to numb the ache, and then to wake back up to grind out another pound of pain......it needs pointless diversions that deprive most of the other monkeys of a chance in Hell.....it needs war, it needs rape and murder, it needs fat women praising Jesus on Sunday and slapping their kids in Wqal-Mart on Monday. It needs drunk deadbeat dads and crack whore moms, it needs soldiers, it needs guns, tanks, and planes, it needs nuclear missiles. And it needs money. Lots and lots of money.
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Knowing that your vibrations affect the universe is no great shakes. Light cones and all that crap.
It's when you learn to amplify and resonate that vibration that things get really fun...
Taking down the programs through the resonance is massively increasing my power in that respect. I don't know what I'll do when they're gone. Find some other great evil to slay I suppose...
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Knowing that your vibrations affect the universe is no great shakes. Light cones and all that crap.
It's when you learn to amplify and resonate that vibration that things get really fun...
The Cone of Light (http://http://bandtoband.com/index.php?Page=Search&BandId=5295)
http://wwf.fornits.com/viewtopic.php?t=8916 (http://wwf.fornits.com/viewtopic.php?t=8916)
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Go rent the movie "The Butterfly Effect," and then tell me how you even know what effect your actions and your life have on the future millions. Dude, we all matter...
Yeah, but do we matter that much?. I've seen the movie (cute, btw) but I remain unconvinced. Check out "Apocalypse Now" (the original, not the Redux version) for a much more convincing argument as to the nature of the truth........and a much better cast and director as well. (Hey, if I'm gonna use some Hollywood product for my life's creed, it might as well be a good one.)
As I stated in my response to the original poster, sure, I'll grant that there are "ripple effects" from my daily interactions with others, but I don't think there is anyting indispensable about me or my existance as far as the Universe is concerned. I'm a sentient monkey whose species has learned to do some neat tricks as we spend or lives on a rock that revolves around a pretty ordinary star, etc., etc., etc., and I'm not even close to being Head Nigga In Charge, so in reality, where I live, there's not a whole Hell of a lot of evidence to back up well-meaning Missy's (I'm asuming the original poster is a femme, chicks seem to go for that kind of jive a lot more readily than dudes, or at least they like to tell you about it more readily......) assertion that the Universe somehow, in all it's maginficent fucking Glory, with or without Bog in His Starry Heavens, (whichever pleases/displeases your parent's philosophical viewpoint, depending on your particular bent), somehow needs me, lil' ol' me, to somehow get it's point across. I don't think it gives a flying fuck about my existence one way or the other, or even if it can give a fuck.....and these are questions that are as old as we are, at least, and are not likely to be answered on a web forum attended primarily by people who are admittedly somewhat maladjusted, to one degree or another. If the Universe needs me, it must also need a lot of greed, pain, tears, and blood.......especially blood. It needs pain and suffering, apparently that's what fuels the engine....it needs sex and vilonce, and brutality and degredations of the harshest demeanor. It needs drugs to ease the pain, to wipe away the conscience, to blur the memories, to numb the ache, and then to wake back up to grind out another pound of pain......it needs pointless diversions that deprive most of the other monkeys of a chance in Hell.....it needs war, it needs rape and murder, it needs fat women praising Jesus on Sunday and slapping their kids in Wqal-Mart on Monday. It needs drunk deadbeat dads and crack whore moms, it needs soldiers, it needs guns, tanks, and planes, it needs nuclear missiles. And it needs money. Lots and lots of money.
What a wonderful world this is.....
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the butterfly effect was a lovely movie. i liked it!
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Knowing that your vibrations affect the universe is no great shakes. Light cones and all that crap.
It's when you learn to amplify and resonate that vibration that things get really fun...
The Cone of Light (http://http://bandtoband.com/index.php?Page=Search&BandId=5295)
http://wwf.fornits.com/viewtopic.php?t=8916 (http://wwf.fornits.com/viewtopic.php?t=8916)
i know about the cone of LIGHT!
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Well then, may the Cone bless and keep you!
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It's when you learn to amplify and resonate that vibration that things get really fun...
Ok, now you're getting me interested. Fun is something I can grasp in the here-and-now, not some cosmic debris about the Universe "needing me". If it's fun, I'll give it a go. Now what?
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You really want to know the way of things?
Only examples will work.
Let's take the average cult leader. No programmies, just ordinary 'consensual' cults. Jim Jones, L. Ron Hubbard, etc. They're morons, because they believe they have godlike power when all they've really done is built one little echo chamber for their own vibrations. But the principle is there.
Let's take another common example: The Wave. A few guys on the sides decide they want to create a literal vibration in a crowd. They get enough agreement and boom, suddenly the whole stadium feels obligated to participate.
The same can be said for all the world's major religions. The fact that they're all bullshit is immaterial here. It was never about reality. Superman and Santa Claus work just as well. Get enough guys to do something and it takes on a life of its own.
Even ideas expressed in a book can spread in such a way. Karl Marx. Nick Machiavelli. Of course, this means that what you create will be long out of your hands when it truly becomes effective (Did Karl know what the Commies would do later? Did Christ know that kids would be tortured in his name?), but that's what it is to unleash a beast.
And, if you know how to do things just right, you can create not an idea or a definite belief system, but rather a hyper-idea that threads through everything else and changes the way people think. (The Scientific Method would be such a hyper-idea.)
Just don't take such power lightly, and don't expect to be rewarded for using it...
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Strawmen, please. :roll: :rofl:
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And, if you know how to do things just right, you can create not an idea or a definite belief system, but rather a hyper-idea that threads through everything else and changes the way people think. (The Scientific Method would be such a hyper-idea.)
Sub-Super Science could also be considered such a "hyper-idea."
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You really want to know the way of things?
Only examples will work.
Let's take the average cult leader. No programmies, just ordinary 'consensual' cults. Jim Jones, L. Ron Hubbard, etc. They're morons, because they believe they have godlike power when all they've really done is built one little echo chamber for their own vibrations. But the principle is there.
Let's take another common example: The Wave. A few guys on the sides decide they want to create a literal vibration in a crowd. They get enough agreement and boom, suddenly the whole stadium feels obligated to participate.
The same can be said for all the world's major religions. The fact that they're all bullshit is immaterial here. It was never about reality. Superman and Santa Claus work just as well. Get enough guys to do something and it takes on a life of its own.
Even ideas expressed in a book can spread in such a way. Karl Marx. Nick Machiavelli. Of course, this means that what you create will be long out of your hands when it truly becomes effective (Did Karl know what the Commies would do later? Did Christ know that kids would be tortured in his name?), but that's what it is to unleash a beast.
And, if you know how to do things just right, you can create not an idea or a definite belief system, but rather a hyper-idea that threads through everything else and changes the way people think. (The Scientific Method would be such a hyper-idea.)
Just don't take such power lightly, and don't expect to be rewarded for using it...
OK, I'm with you for the first few paragraphs, but why the Hell would I want to do something that has no reward inherent to it? That would be like shooting saline and expecting to get high.......unless that saline solution is well-saturated with, say, dicetylmorphine (since we're using examples here), it's just a waste of fucking time and energy, plus it dulls the needle that could be better used giving me a rewarding injection, one that gets me high..........
Now, if you're saying that this thing you're talking about, and calling "the way of things" is "fun" in and of itself, well, I guess that would be it's own reward......but if it ain't, it's just another pointless diversion, and generally a waste of my time. Getting nailed to a stick by a bunch of pricks that will later go on to commit endless atrocities in my name is NOT my idea of fun, btw, but that water-to-wine, table salt-to-cocaine, aspirin-to-oxycontin trick has some potential..........
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back ta woodstock ya hippies :rofl:
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... then it's a laugh riot.
- Example:
- Just the other night, I had to deal w/ a gang of thugs who were after my children and their friends. You know the type. They wear their little tags and flags and they gang up on the weak and unsuspecting and thoroughly complicate their lives.
But I know their programming better than they do. My daughter and I dissuaded them from entering and searching the house without being discourteous. It's really pretty easy. When they asked, I asked if they had the owner's permission. They said I was interfering with an investigation. Vick was already on the right train of thought. She asked why they were investigating the inside of her house when the fight had happened outside the house. One of the thugs asked her permission to enter, I said no, don't give consent.
This very minor deviation from the script completely confused the thugs. An awkward silence ensued while the thugs looked helplessly from one to the other for guidance and solace but found none. Being a benevolent soul, I helped them out a little. I explained to Vick that the thugs at her door could still go in if they wanted to, but without consent so that if Craig Allen were full of shit they'd have to come up with something better than reasonable suspicion.
That pretty much ended the discussion about searching the house and shifted it to exactly how the fat fuck was full of shit. They wanted to know why, if my former future ex son in law had started everything as we said, we hadn't been first to drop the dime. Vick told them the plain, honest truth; that she's just tired of all the C**** family drama and just wants to move on with her life.
Before going back inside, I asked the thugs why they would allow themselves to be used to harass my daughter like this. One of them said that they allow everyone to use them like this. I told them I wish they wouldn't cause I respect them more than that.
At the end of the day, the ex future ex son in law was the only one hauled off. Who knows what all the effects will be down the road. But I think we managed to at least induce some of the thugs to question their programing, at least for a few minutes and we were able to demonstrate to all the guests just exactly how to respectfully avoid an unlawful search.