Yes, 99...... 2

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It looks like we’re running up,against the 40 page allotment from the last thread......

And I’m still with Tulsi, unless there is a better suggestion......

Look at us Cy and 99, a bunch of clueless men talking about Love.

Ha!

That’s progress perhaps.

Our Lovers know if we know Love.

They are where we are most open or closed.

When you fall in love with the world like that, watch out.

A pile of ashes will soon follow or nails and a cross.

Everything is an expression of love.

smelly,

Not real shabby.........

Shall we let you have the last word on love........?  

May we get back to Armageddon?  
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Cy is fighting the forces of evil...... almost single handedly...... one brave warrior.......

How can we not admire the bravery?  

Me........ I’m just a little chicken.  

I would not have stuck my neck out in public, had I not had a gummint officer holding my hand...... my status, just now, does seem a bit questionable, however.  

In any, I do like to be on the winning side...... especially if Armageddon looms.  


3:20........

Ah, yes, and what does Armageddon have to do with love?  

Well, if ack is correct, and he almost always is, it has everything to do with love........ love writ large.  

It has to do with cosmic love....... with jilted love.  

Satan was the favorite son, but it sort of went to his head........ the rest is history.......

Cy wants to settle scores with Satan...... with the forces of evil.  

Me.......?  I’m chicken.  I embrace evil....... much the way I embraced vegas....... almost without hesitation...... as if by chicken reflex.   If I had it to do again....... I’m sure I would chicken out.  

I’m just not a saber rattler....... not my instinct.  

I believe in the ultimate efficacy of love, just as wk is wont to confess...... wk may not be as dumb as he looks.  

I think that if God had it to do over again....... he would have left the other 99, and gone after the one stray.  

Oh, well, live and learn......

I’ll bet that wk is thinking that the chicken might actually be that stupid........ believing in fairytales.  

Not to fear, wk....... I have Information Tinkerbell!!  Hey, I’ve seen Tinkerbell, and foot was holding my hand, so I didn’t get too scared.  That was down on St Catherine’s......

We digress.......


See, the bottom line is that I believe in the one mind.  Cy probably believes in the many....... along with almost every one else in the prophetic tradition.  


4...........

smelly, you may be way smarter than all of us put together, but ack is rather more steady at the wheel.  He might even be breathing down my neck.  


See, wk, I don’t believe in Something from Nothing.  

And when I see Something, I say something.......  

I believe there must be some sort of cosmic potential or potency.  

When a chicken sees potency, he kinda wants to be on its good side....... and maybe get a pat on the head...... every once in a while.  

We’re talking prime mover....... primordial force....... probably mind like....... and probably not passive, merely sentient mind.  

Somewhere, along the line, there must have arisen an intent...... which is pretty much the hallmark of sapience.  

And mind you, wk, all this was happening well ‘before’ anyone had any thought about time.  So, yes, we can even speak of meta time, not to coin a phrase, or anything.  

If you think I’m freaking out on you, you might wish to google Boltzmann Brain. See, I’ve never even had an original thought.  

I just saw a bunch of weird ideas lying around, and I thought to myself....... hey, smitty, maybe we’re looking at the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle....... hmmm...... what if........

I mean, what if one fine day you woke up in an isolation chamber, then you can imagine our Boltzmann god just freaking out......

It would be hallucination city.......

Ok, but we are getting a little off track......

So imagine the three faces of Eve...... each one being distinguishable, so that we don’t afoul of Leibniz’ identity of indiscernibles.  So, one would be a little prettier, or something.  Jealousy would arise........ the rest is history.  

We’re still paying the price.  

Of course, wk is wondering..... whatever happened to good ol’ Charlie D?  Who threw him under the bus?  

Well, it took five years to get up the courage to throw Charlie under the bus.  He got his revenge because that’s where I am, now...... keeping Charlie company.  

But, wk, have pity on a chicken....... once you’ve seen the Anthropic Principle, it’s kinda hard to ever go home to materialism again....... things have gone down hill, for me, ever since.  Just be careful around the AP...... it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy.  No one would hold my hand, so I had to call 911....... the rest is history..... oh, yeah, they took one look at me, and saw an agent of opportunity....... hey, he might go all the way to vegas......... in for dime, in for a dollar.  


5:20.........

Darn it........ I keep getting distracted........

Armageddon...........

In the end, it comes down to shirts and skins....... on the playing field of Oxford, or was it Pok ta Pok at Xcaret....... I keep getting confused.  

I can see Cy..... I don’t think think she’s wearing a shirt...... she’s really gotten into it(!)...... and that means only one glass...... hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere....... I just have to keep it between the navigational beacons.......

Cy, bless her warrior heart....... her faith in love is not ultimate.  

And I know why (!!)..........

She thinks that we’re just in another darn bottleneck, and history is just one darned bottleneck, after the other.......

She has good company with smelly.  

But ack and me........ we know better, don’t we, ack?

And smelly knows better, too, but he doesn’t quite realize it, yet.  

smelly........ he must have been toking, because we were talking about Buddy’s Big Love.......

Buddy is a Jew for Jesus...... or, more technically, he’s gone messianic....... or, as Jack would say, Buddy’s into messy antics......

Ok, so, wk, what does it take to get into the Big Love?  

Hey, that’s easy, sports fans...... it takes the Big Despair.  

How do you find the Big Love.......?  You have to hit rock bottom....... don’t you smelly?  

You have to have to find the portal at the bottom of the bottle.  

Do you have any idea how many born agains found the j guy at the bottom of a bottle?  I hate to think......

After 5 years of struggling with Teilhard’s Omega in a big world......

I had no choice, but to take the big leap into the small world.  

wk, the more I resisted, the harder I fell........ into the Big Love.  

But, here’s the rub, sports fans, if you finally succumb to geocentrism, and you’re into sapience/immaterialism....... who are you gonna call?  

You’d kinda like to phone home....... but you’re lost in space.  

Then I realized that........ don’t call us, we’ll call you.......

I’d already got the call....... five years before, with Sophia on the other end....... but she didn’t leave her number....... but she did, the morning after........ j 16 12...... very considerate of her, and she had also left me with a goddaughter, who just threw me under the bus.  


6:30........

With a small world, it does get kinda personal.  

We need to convey that to our den mother...... in abstentia.  

We have to break it to her gently.  

Maybe ack could do that.  I hear he has a way with women.  

I sure don’t...... just ask debbie......

So, yes, Scott has the basic idea....... it’s kinda like stone soup......

If we could get through to Cy........ it would be kinda like...... game over.... but Cy is having so much fun......

Poor donny....... it seems like the game is loosing its novelty....... some of the shine has worn off....... but he might turn out to be the greatest president....... the last president...... kinda like the last pope.  

Even af1, is becoming a cage, no matter how gilded.



(cont........)

I stuck my neck out with my girl holding my hand.

Who holds Cy’s hand?

You know what you know Dan.

She knows what she knows.

I can’t really speak about knowing.

I don’t know nuthin really.

What’s Armageddon have to do with Love seems the better question.

But I don’t care to ask any questions much anymore.

Dan still speaks about sides, sigh.

wk is funny, he has like a 10 min internet window a day.

He gets set off so easy.

He just knows what he knows

I like his input usually, just wish he wasn’t so closed off and would be open and personal.

But I guess he doesn’t take the hint to be so.

Then he scurries off.

Funny little muppet.

wk is funny, he has like a 10 min internet window a day.

Nah I could spend the whole day online, seems my eyes feel like they want to fall out after awhile.

Something to do with AMD me thinks.

He just knows what he knows

I only know what I now momentarily. Seems the only thing not transient, no matter what (it) is at the moment is LOve. It really may be all I need.

Love really may be all we need.

So we can think the best of people when they are at their worst.

So we can abide the rude and selfish.

So we can breathe and relax.

So we can enjoy our kill together over the fire.

So we will be ok and do just fine.

We may have some bumps and bruises, be missing some limbs or a head, but Love always wins!

Dan wrote:Well, if ack is correct, and he almost always is, it has everything to do with love........ love writ large.

Bahahahaha

That was funny.

Don't be jealous smelly.

From a half cracked old man only right half the time?!

Hehe.

I have too much Love to be jealous.

When a clueless muppet makes it, we all do.

Keep on it pretender.

When you don’t know, you will be here.

When you wail at the sky, I’ll know your heart has been pierced.

I can walk and chew gum at the same time.

It's a trick God taught me.

And for which...I must say...I am truly grateful.

Thanks God!

You rock!

I don't know any God.

So I don't know what you mean.

I'm just surrounded with this Love stuff and it has pierced me through.

"In her autobiography, Life (published in 1565, six years after the event occurred), Teresa recalled the appearance of a flaming angel—from one of the orders that serve closest to God: the seraphim or the cherubim. Teresa wrote:

I saw an angel appear in bodily form close by my left side ... He was not large, but small, and extremely beautiful. His face was aflame with fire so much that he appeared to be one of the highest ranks of angels, those that we call seraphim or cherubim. Their names, angels never tell me, but I'm well aware that in heaven there are great differences between different types of angels, though I can't explain it.

In his hands, I saw a golden spear, with an iron tip at the end that appeared to be on fire. He plunged it into my heart several times, all the way to my entrails. When he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out, as well, leaving me all on fire with love for God.

The pain was so strong that it made me moan several times, and yet the sweetness of the pain was so surpassing that I couldn't possibly wish to be rid of it. My soul couldn't be content with anything but God. It wasn't a physical pain, but a spiritual one, even though my body did feel it considerably[...] This pain lasted many days, and during that time, I didn't want to see or speak to anyone, but only to cherish my pain, which gave me a greater bliss than any created things could give me.

So gentle yet powerful is this wooing that takes places between God and the soul that if anyone thinks I'm lying, I pray that God, in his goodness, will grant him or her some experience of it."

I can't agree with her characterizations of angels, but I get what she means.

You can take all the religious words away and this is what Disclosure is.

Piercing.

The lie of you pierced.

The breaking open of your heart.

The exposure of all you have hidden.

A bird came and sang about this to me yesterday.

https://www.learnreligions.com/an-angel-pierces-saint-teresa-of-avilas-heart-124010

smelly wrote:

When you wail at the sky, I’ll know your heart has been pierced.

I would suspect there are few who haven't been there at some stage in their lives.

For each the experience may be different, unique, personal.

Perhaps the statement is fitting that 'love brings us to our knees'

Just been reading one of Grant's recent posts and wanted to share something that just came up.

Perhaps a little off at a tangent to the current topic of discussion but just feel I need to say it.

We can't and won't do this without everyone.

How else can we live without someone else? others? those we care for to share it with?

How can we ever truly experience a sunset without someone else witnessing it and sharing that moment, the feeling with us?

Life can be beautiful and painful and every shade on the palette in between.

Seems if there is a God, she decided to place us all together on a desert island.

To one she gave a boat, but alas no fuel. Only with fuel would it be possible of travelling the necessary distance to the distant shore.

Another, was given fuel for cooking, creating warmth and light but no means of going anywhere.

Another, a plentiful supply of good food to meet their personal needs for many months, but little else.

All are stuck.

What to do?

I can only answer the question for me and I don't claim to have any truth or answers but I have a good feeling as to how a 2 year old might answer it.

Just my opinion and what do I know - nothing

As to the Den Mother....

Just give her some time and she'll come around.

She always does.

Ack wrote:As to the Den Mother....

Just give her some time and she'll come around.

She always does.

Mum's always know best

instead of yammering on about Armageddon, get out there and do something good for yourself and others. as i recall the J-man was more deed than word. i feel like i'm getting short changed with this second coming. so how about it Dan, can you conjure up a few miracles for us?

It matters what we do.

Tru dat.

jofo,

Sorry, I only have one trick..........

Armageddon is embedded in many psyches.  

I can only deal with one psyche at a time.  

This is not a circus act........ but I do love clowns.


9:10.........

The Armageddon question hinges upon the small world.  

The j guy believed in a small world, but he also believed in Armageddon.  Was he confused?

The entire prophetic tradition endorsed the Armageddon.  

Well, it also hinges upon the notion of Hell.  

It hinged on duality........ on the idea of two minds.

It hinged on the notion of Them.

How would the God of Love consign one of his sons, Lucifer to burn in Hell for eternity.  Was God so feeble that he couldn’t even save his own son.  This is not make a whole little of sense.  

Send in the clowns......

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here

To think that my hero actually fell for this rhetoric.  He would be simpatico with Cy, or was something lost in transmission?  

Can we blame it on Zoroaster....... the forces of light and the forces of darkness?  

Something is not computing.  

It might have something to do with the turning of the other cheek...... vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.

How many hearts have been placated with those words?

It is precisely here that comes the greatest resistance to the small world.



(cont......)

We don’t have Jesus’ word on anything as far as we know.

Is the manipulated image of Jesus really your measure Dan?

I know he is just your chosen metaphor.

What about the rest of the non-Jesus folks?

smelly,

We don’t have Jesus’ word..........

That is more than a bit extreme.

When we figure out the Second Coming, it’s hopeful that we’ll have a better handle on the First.

These things take time......... there’s no big need for impatience.

The J-guy's word is the still small voice inside each of us when we open ourselves to hearing it.

There are some who act as a stand in for that voice at times of transition.

I would say the spirit of truth is a pretty decent stand in for the J-guy's word and I would also say that the word makes for a pretty good chrysalis....wouldn't you say?

I have faith and hope that the world will transition from a world of suffering to a world of peace and love.

Is my faith in a better tomorrow for this word so bad?

Ack,

I think the Logos will always be strongly interpersonal.  

But, hey, who’s not to like the poetry?

Hmmm........ Logos/chrysalis...... Ommmmm....... something like that, maybe........ logos Spermatikos...... and stuff like that.....

Our moms told us there would be days like these. What a great time for a little faith.......

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true

The poetry is like chum for fishermen.

Then when you see Dan post his personal contact information here....that's the hook.

Be careful what you wish for 'round here.

Dan just might have fish tacos for breakfast...