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Just thinking about an event that occurred this past Sunday and wanted to record it. Went to Church as usual (our group is only about 10-12 people led by an old friend), the number of folks in attendance was less than seven on this Sunday and when I pulled into the storefront building parking lot, I noticed a Blazer with Oregon plates so I entered the Sanctuary looking in anticipation for the new visitor. Jane was very ill this Sunday, yet still wanted to attend. It took me a while to get her in and situated and in the process I noted the visitor and in a moment all my intuitive factors exploded producing the image of an individual who was extremely fragile and there was something about him that caused me to both to put up my shielding defenses and, at the same time, want to reach and touch him with all the energy of the universe which at times seems to flow through me and touch the lives of people in various ways. It is something that happens to and with me, sometimes I like it, sometime I shrink from it, nonetheless, it comes anyway. Before I was able to speak to the man, Jane went into a major hypoglycemic attack and I had to run to the store for Juice and peanuts. Upon returning, I had to take care of Jane throughout the service, consequently, I was only able to say "Hello" briefly before Mike spoke. After service, I was led to invite him home, hoping to get to know him (I did find out during the open forum at church that he was having similar problems with both our daughters refusing to have any relationship with us, a point of contact, I thought).
Upon entering our house, I noticed that he seemed very uncomfortable, but at that moment I had to get Jane into bed and left him for a few moments. Prior, I did take note that Fawna (our chihuahua) would not have anything to do with him which is most unusual because she tends to really like the guys. Returning from making Jane comfortable, I found him still standing at the door which for some reason just did not hit me when it really should [Earlier while driving back from Mike's, Jane in a state of stupor,looked at me and mumbled, Why did you invite Norman Bates to our home? I just passed it off with a shrug]. Finally, I managed to get him to sit, thinking that we would run to store for hamburger supplies in short order desiring, of course, to treat the stanger to a yummy meal on the grill. Before long we were in the mist of philosophical dicussions and I was talking of the past of both myself and Jane. The more I talked the bigger his eyes got and being extremely well versed in philosophy both modern and ancient, I immediately began to question some of the stuff he was spouting. The more he talked, the more aggressive I became pushing and pulling on each and every thing that just didn't seem quite right. At the same time of the conversation, I also noticed that all the art we have (aside from the creations of Jane and myself, we have a large collection of ancient and ethnographic art as well as contempory art of many friends, all of which is highly unusual and compatible with our diverse and unusal interests)seemed to be extremely upsetting to him. Within twenty minutes, he is up and slowly backing toward the door. Looking intensely at him, I asked, "Rick, why are you so filled with fear?" Every thing about him reminded of a deer just about to be devoured by a lion. "I'm not filled with fear!", he shouted, while backing up even further. "There can be no relationship of light with darkness", he mumbled. Then saying something about demons in the art, he backs ever closer to the door. "Rick, why are you so fill with fear? Come sit down, let us discuss this like rational humans, you do realize that we are given the power to overcome spiritual forces, don't you?" Out the door he flees, so shrugging, I simply say, "Bye."
"Just drat", as one of my favorite talk show host, Royal Marshall, oftens says. "Just drat!" I guess Jane and I are the spawns of Lucifer!!!!!!!

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Well.............here I am starving loving to death and why can't I eat now? We have to wait on Sean.....come on, Sean!! Get here now before I have to eat this computer. We are all sitting right here waiting,waiting,waiting,waiting; Becky, Jane and I, and we are starving, starving, starving. We aren't always this nutso about eating, most of the time, not. It just hit us all simultaneously, that slathering food spirit just flew right in the window and that was it, in an instant, in a flash, in a tiny little loving moment of time, we became ravenous, slobbering beasts with drool slithering down from our mouths and the insidious glint of the predator sliming out of our eyes!!! Werewolves, all of us!!! If he is too late, he better loving watch out cause when he opens the door, we're gonna pounce on him and tear him to pieces to satiate our primal desires. Hurry, Sean, you better speed it up! Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Right now, damnit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brosef Stalin posted:

This is possibly the funniest LJ entry I have ever seen

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Well, the date is set. It is March 19. Destiny has spoken and what it said was, "your path will be split into two". Though our legal union will be dissolved, our spiritual relationship will not. We are W.A.T.E.R. That is who we are! We are eternally related and bonded by the Water in which we flow. After March 19, we will still be sharing lodging and that probably will be for a long time until revelation comes as to what we are being called forth to accomplish. We are the beginning of W.A.T.E.R, the original mother and father of the concept. Outside of us, there are five other waters. They are Riston and Amy, Aimee and Zack, and Becky. Now there are seven of us, from here we go forth to populate the world and in time there will be many of us. Destiny has spoken but we have not been unaware of its call. This event was foretold many years ago. Now is the time for movement into the nagual. It is difficult but anytime movement occurs in the Unknown, difficulty is the modus operandi. It is after all, THE UNKNOWN!

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Did get an post from my new friend, Chrysi, and she is not irate with the little devil imp in me.....I am happy about that cause she is really interesting and I am enjoying talking with her. I think she flows in the same river as Ceara and I and Riston and Amy, and Aimee and Zack, Becky, and Frank....oh, yes, Frank needs to become WATER with us...have to talk to the ones about that.
Lastly, Becky is doing fine from her surgery yesterday, except they did not give her enough pain med for her recup...but, anyway, Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for her being ok. She is WATER...she is US and she will be ok, yes!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brosef Stalin posted:

this guy's LJ is insane


what the gently caress

civicdaylight posted:

he's probably just going senile

Brosef Stalin posted:

that was in like 2002

the more i read this poo poo the worse it gets, the abyss is seriously starting to stare back right about now

e: apparently amy and riston are their two kids that won't talk to them

civicdaylight posted:

are they actually her kids?

flatluigi posted:

what'd you expect? it's written by the guy who married this

did you really think he'd be sane?

The Saucer Hovers posted:

So do you get the feeling that the W.A.T.E.R. cult thing worked out or has it kinda fallen by the wayside?

Brosef Stalin posted:

Well, I spent the day yesterday rearranging our bedroom so that Ceara's head would be facing in the optimium direction for her according to Feng Shui calculations. Cindy Zuao insisted on our last visit on Friday that this must be done and she helped us to do the calculations.
We ended up have to face the head of our bed to east. Now, our house not being built for us with these kind of ideas in mind, would not cooperate. So we ended up having to pull the bed out into the middle of the room and face it east. I have never had a bed in the middle of the room before but after I got all the details worked out, I find that it looks pretty cool as well as hopefully being good for Jaen's health.

Zibraltar posted:

Yeah, instead of taking my dog to the vet I decided to let a Chinese lady rip me off. Like I'm going to let some douchebag with a PhD tell me how my baby ought to live her subjective reality!

civicdaylight posted:

considering that she and her family are from Georgia she probably has a fairly thick southern accent

that makes reading everything she posts at least twice as funny

Brosef Stalin posted:

I would list off every doctors name, method of treatment, and drug ingested and prescribed to this woman over the course of seven years in this dude's journal but for one it would take too long, for two i'd go batshit insane, and for three no one would read all of it

fibromyalgia posted:

http://www.youtube.com/janetimmbaxter

Way Past Cool! posted:

The Saucer Hovers posted:

I would read it and appreciate it/you please do it now. Maybe not the names but a time-line of treatments would be great.

The Saucer Hovers posted:

ahhhh goodness

Way Past Cool! posted:

Triangulum posted it already, but I thought I'd repost it in her favorite font space toaster

HAI posted:

she's gbs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f4AfabQXSY

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Before I was able to speak to the man, Jane went into a major hypoglycemic attack and I had to run to the store for Juice and peanuts.

pantsfish posted:

i made a response let's see if she accepts it when it uploads

edit: should be up soon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2l24Hh21HRA