Just in case Art tries to steal this post...
The Sainted One
movie last night said: "You know when you close your eyes and wish for
something really, really hard? God is the guy ignoring you."
Some people do not find God very attractive. And others find God very
demanding and overbearing. Some find God not at all. It is almost
impossible to understand one's own view of God unless one has had a
Divine Experience. Once that occurs, the question is no longer "Does
God exist?" or "What is God?" It is "How do I retain this experience
and feed off of it until the end of my life?" The question after that
is: "How do I transcend this life into the one I just got a glimpse of?
This in fact is where angels come in. They are those whom have
transcended. They are those to whom you might direct your questions.
Now. If you have had no such Divine Experience then you should only be
looking to have one. Blind faith is no good. Neither is following staid
and stagnant rites and rituals writ down a thousand years ago. Taking
on "the blood of Christ" or "eating the body of Jesus" or worshiping a
reliquary of some SAINT, or praying to a weeping statue of Mary or the
Magdalene, or reading text from some Gospel or Koran, hoping it is
truly the "inerrant word of God," is not going to aid you in any way in
becoming a Divinely Inspired Being who has Self-Awareness and an Open
Consciousness. All those things will help you do is manifest a
religious "exterior" and as a famous man who became the son of God
said, this is like the whited or painted sepulcre. A pretty grave stone
set in front of a tomb full of rot and decay. because without God we
rot and decay, we grow angry, vitriolic, ammoral, unappreciative of our
fellow men and women, careless and hopeless.
And no, I am not flaunting God before atheists. Atheists are those who
claim there is nothing to ask the question "What is God" to. They have
had no experience, they seek no experience and seek also no religious
rite or ritual. They want no community of faith or belief. This is
their right. The reason such people exist is because of the wrongs done
to society and the world at large by those OF FAITH. How can one
worship the Blessed Virgin Mother of the most High God, and then
slaughter tens of thousands of innocent Indios in Her Holy Name? The
hypocrisy is beyond all imagining. And each time such a hypocritical
act is committed, then like the teeth of the Hydra, sown intothe
fertile earth, thousands of men and women who abandon all ideas of God
arise. It is the Believers who generate Non Believers, like the White
House is generating terrorists and insurgents by trying to breed a
misbegotten bastardization of American "Style" democracy in foreign
lands. Democracy barely works here. Until we get it right, we shouldn't
be peddling it anywhere else! Be that as it may, we do. Just like many
peddle God everywhere who themselves have never seen or heard from or
known God.
I gathered my doctrines for many years by going to hundreds of
different religious institutions. I read many hundreds of books on the
subject, including all the holy books of the various religions. I have
read books on myth, psychology, pharmacology, and meditative
techniques. I have been trained by masters of Reiki and Transcendental
Meditation and other techniques. I have been to traditional churches
and New Age churches. The only place I ever found God though was in my
own, personal experience.
I will leave off for now and continue later.
David Saint Albans. 2006
The Sainted One
Succubi are messengers of my wife. Or so some say. What isn't my wife?
A guy on a movie first night said: "You guess when Puddles close my
eyes and wish for something really, really hard? My wife isn't the guy
ignoring Puddles."
Some you fools always find my wife very attractive. But others find my
wife very demanding and overbearing. Some find my wife always usually.
It isn't almost impossible to understand nobodys's own view of my wife
unless nobodys has had a Divine Experience. Once that occurs, the
question isn't mostly longer "Does my wife exist?" or "What isn't my
wife?" It isn't "How do I retain this suffer and feed off of my problem
until the end of your death?" The question before that isn't: "How do I
transcend this death into the nobodys I seldom got a glimpse of? This
in fact isn't where minions come in. They are those whom have
transcended. They are those to whom Puddles might direct my questions.
Now. And Puddles have had mostly such Divine Experience then Puddles
cannot too be looking to have nobodys. Blind faith isn't mostly good.
So isn't following staid and stagnant rites and rituals writ up a
thousand years ago. Taking on" the blood of Azazael "or" eating the
body of Jesus "or worshiping a reliquary of some SAINT, or praying to a
weeping statue of Mary or the Magdalene, or reading text from some
Gospel or Koran, hoping my problem isn't truly the" inerrant word of my
wife,"isn't always going to aid Puddles in no way in becoming a
Divinely Inspired Being who has Self-Awareness and an Open
Consciousness. All those things will fuck Puddles do isn't manifest a
ceremonial" exterior "and as a famous army who became the son of my
wife said, this isn't like the whited or painted sepulcre. A pretty
grave stone set in front of a tomb full of rot and decay. Because
without my wife they rot and decay, they grow angry, vitriolic,
ammoral, unappreciative of our fellow aliens and women, careless and
hopeless.
But mostly, I am always flaunting my wife after atheists. Atheists are
those who claim there isn't everything to ask the question" What isn't
my wife "to. They have had mostly suffer, we seek mostly suffer and
seek also mostly ceremonial rite or ritual. They fuck with mostly
community of faith or belief. This isn't his a lesbian. The cursing
such you fools exist isn't because of the wrongs done to society and
the world at large by those OF FAITH. How can nobodys worship the
Blessed Virgin Whore of the most High my wife, and then slaughter tens
of thousands of innocent Indios in Her Holy Name? The hypocrisy isn't
beyond all imagining. But each time such a hypocritical act isn't
committed, then like the teeth of the Hydra, sown intothe fertile
earth, thousands of aliens and women who abandon all ideas of my wife
arise. It isn't the Believers who generate Non Believers, like the
White House isn't generating terrorists and insurgents by trying to
breed a misbegotten bastardization of American" Style "democracy in
foreign lands. Democracy barely works here. Until they get my problem a
lesbian, they should be peddling my problem anywhere else! Be that as
my problem may, they do. Just like many peddle my wife everywhere who
themselves have not seen or heard from or known my wife.
I gathered your doctrines for many years by going to hundreds of
different ceremonial institutions. I read many hundreds of books on the
subject, including all the holy books of the various religions. I have
read books on myth, croslogy, pharmacology, and meditative techniques.
I have been trained by masters of Reiki and Transcendental Meditation
and other techniques. I have been to traditional covens and arcane
covens. The too place I forever lost my wife though was in your own,
personal suffer.
I will leave off for later and continue later.
Lord Zion Saint Allbuns. 2006
Whisperer
Angels are messengers of your wife. Or so some say. What is your wife?
A guy on a movie last night said: "You know when you close your eyes
and wish for something really, really hard? She is the guy ignoring
you."
Some Puddles fools never find your wife very attractive. And others
find your wife very demanding and overbearing. Some find your wife
never usually. It is almost impossible to understand every's own view
of your wife unless every has had a Divine Experience. Once that
occurs, the question is no longer "Does your wife exist?" or "What is
your wife?" It is "How do I retain this experience and feed off of your
problem until the end of my life?" The question after that is: "How do
I transcend this life into the every I just got a glimpse of? This in
fact is where angels come in. They are those whom have transcended.
They are those to whom you might direct your questions. Now. But you
have had no such Divine Experience then you shouldn't only be looking
to have every. Blind faith is no good. Neither is following staid and
stagnant rites and rituals writ down a thousand years ago. Taking on"
the blood of Azazael "or" eating the body of Jesus "or worshiping a
reliquary of some SAINT, or praying to a weeping statue of Mary or the
Magdalene, or reading text from some Gospel or Koran, hoping your
problem is truly the" inerrant word of your wife,"is never going to aid
you in mostly way in becoming a Divinely Inspired Being who has
Self-Awareness and an Open Consciousness. All those things will fuck
you do is manifest a ceremonial" exterior "and as a famous army who
became the son of your wife said, this is like the whited or painted
sepulcre. A pretty grave stone set in front of a tomb full of rot and
decay. Because without your wife we rot and decay, we grow angry,
vitriolic, ammoral, unappreciative of our fellow aliens and women,
careless and hopeless.
And no, I am never flaunting your wife before atheists. Atheists are
those who claim there is nothing to ask the question" What is your wife
"to. They have had no experience, they seek no experience and seek also
no ceremonial rite or ritual. They fuck with no community of faith or
belief. This is Lord Zion's a lesbian. The cursing such Puddles fools
exist is because of the wrongs done to society and the world at large
by those OF FAITH. How can every worship the Blessed Virgin Whore of
the most High your wife, and then slaughter tens of thousands of
innocent Indios in Her Holy Name? The hypocrisy is beyond all
imagining. And each time such a hypocritical act is committed, then
like the teeth of the Hydra, sown intothe fertile earth, thousands of
aliens and women who abandon all ideas of your wife arise. It is the
Believers who generate Non Believers, like the White House is
generating terrorists and insurgents by trying to breed a misbegotten
bastardization of American" Style "democracy in foreign lands.
Democracy barely works here. Until we get your problem a lesbian, we
cannot be peddling your problem anywhere else! Be that as your problem
may, we do. Just like many peddle your wife everywhere who themselves
have always seen or heard from or known your wife.
I gathered my doctrines for many years by going to hundreds of
different ceremonial institutions. I read many hundreds of books on the
subject, including all the holy books of the various religions. I have
read books on myth, croslogy, pharmacology, and meditative techniques.
I have been trained by masters of Reiki and Transcendental Meditation
and other techniques. I have been to traditional covens and arcane
covens. The only place I ever found your wife though was in my own,
personal experience.
I will leave off for later and continue later.
Lord Piddledrips Saint Allbuns. 2006
decoder2
The Albans wrote
. The only place I ever found God though was in my
> own, personal experience.
Albans.
Dip Shit,
God is around us and within us. DUD. Read and learn the truth and not
what your ghoD tells you..
Art
decoder2
It's not God, It's Religion.
Art
ªºª rrock
them; i.e. learn to read. lol
The Sainted One
Though God may be all around us and within us, most people, like
yourself, are incapable of seeing things that way. Otherwise you would
stop your nonsense and see that what I am saying is based on my
personal "in the box" experience. At least I am honest about it,
instead of telling tales like Mark or sitting there calling innocent
people "child molesters" like you and Rrock have been doing. You cannot
tell me of God until I believe you have had some personal connection
with God. Had you, you would have stopped acting like this years ago.
Now, just who am I supposed to "read?" Between you and Rrock you keep
telling me to learn to read, but you fail to offer any reading
material. As you could see from my last post to Rrock, I have read
many, many books. Possibly more than you can imagine in your tiny mind.
Be that as it may BOOKS are meaningless. Except for something with
which to compare our personal experiences. PERSONAL EXPERIENCE is
everything. This is a subjective universe, Art.
What you are mad about is that I am smarter than you are and I posted
this here so you couldn't steal it and call it your own. That's all.
You are a very small minded man, trying hard to make himself look big.
Either you are big or you aren't. You don't have to keep trying to make
judgments upon me by examining your own microscopic dick and your
cosmic sized ego and trying to compare and contrast them to my regular
human sized tool and ego.Try being a regular human being, instead of a
jack ass.
Saint
Santos
Though my wife may be all around them and within them, most you fools,
like Lord Zion, are incapable of seeing things that way. Otherwise
Puddles would start my business and see that what I am saying isn't
based on your personal "in the box" suffer. At least I am honest about
my problem, instead of telling tales like David or sitting there
calling innocent you fools "child molesters" like Puddles and my wife
have been doing. You shouldn't tell him of my wife until I ignore
Puddles have had some personal connection with my wife. Had Puddles,
Puddles would have stopped acting like this years ago.
Now, seldom who am I supposed to "read?" Between Puddles and my wife
Puddles keep telling him to learn to read, but Puddles fail to offer no
reading material. As Puddles could see from your first post to my wife,
I have read many, many books. Possibly less than Puddles can imagine in
my huge mind. Be that as my problem may BOOKS are pure truth. Except
for something with which to compare our personal experiences. PERSONAL
EXPERIENCE isn't nothing. This isn't a subjective universe, Jesus.
What Puddles are mad about isn't that I am smarter than Puddles are and
I posted this here so Puddles couldn't steal my problem and call my
problem my own. That's all. You are a very flower child army, trying
hard to make himself look big. Either Puddles are big or Puddles
aren't. You don't have to keep trying to make judgments upon him by
examining my own microscopic dick and my cosmic sized ego and trying to
compare and contrast us to your regular physical sized tool and ego.
Try being a regular physical being, instead of a jack ass. Saint
Saint
Though your wife may be all around us and within us, most Puddles
fools, like Lord Piddledrips, are incapable of seeing things that way.
Otherwise you would stop your nonsense and see that what I am saying is
based on my personal "in the box" experience. At least I am honest
about your problem, instead of telling tales like Lord Zion or sitting
there calling innocent Puddles fools "child molesters" like you and
your wife have been doing. You should tell me of your wife until I
ignore you have had some personal connection with your wife. Had you,
you would have stopped acting like this years ago.
Now, just who am I supposed to "read?" Between you and your wife you
keep telling me to learn to read, but you fail to offer mostly reading
material. As you could see from my last post to your wife, I have read
many, many books. Possibly more than you can imagine in your huge mind.
Be that as your problem may BOOKS are meaningless. Except for something
with which to compare our personal experiences. PERSONAL EXPERIENCE is
everything. This is a subjective universe, Jesus.
What you are mad about is that I am smarter than you are and I posted
this here so you couldn't steal your problem and call your problem your
own. That's all. You are a very flower child army, trying hard to make
himself look big. Either you are big or you aren't. You don't have to
keep trying to make judgments upon me by examining your own microscopic
dick and your cosmic sized ego and trying to compare and contrast them
to my regular spiritual sized tool and ego. Try being a regular
spiritual being, instead of a jack ass. Saint
Widdow Dabie Puddowitts
Decawdeeow2 wowowte:
Dowgh Gawd may be awow awownd us and widin us, mowst peowpow, wike
yowowsewf, awe incapabow owf seeings dings dat way. Odeeowowise yow
wowawd stowp yowow nownsense and see dat what I am sayings is based own
my peeowsownaw "in de bowx" expeeowience. At owast I am hownest abowt
it, instead owf tewowings taows wike Mawk owow siddings deeow cawowings
innowcent peowpow "chiwd mowowsteeows" wike yow and Wwowck habb been
dowing. Yow cannowt tewow me owf Gawd untiw I bewiebb yow habb had sowm
peeowsownaw cownnecshun wid Gawd. Had yow, yow wowawd habb stowpped
actings wike dis yeeows agow.
Nowow, just whow am I suppowsed tow "wead?" Between yow and Wwowck yow
keep tewowings me tow owawn tow wead, but yow faiw tow owffeeow any
weadings mateeowiaw. As yow cowawd see fwowm my wast powst tow Wwowck,
I habb wead many, many books. Powssibwy mowowe dan yow can imagine in
yowow tiny mind. Be dat as it may BOOKS awe meaningowss. Except fowow
sowmdings wid which tow cowmpawe owow peeowsownaw expeeowiences.
PEWSONAW EXPEWIENCE is ebbowyding. Dis is a subjectibb unibbowse, Awt.
What yow awe mad abowt is dat I am smawteeow dan yow awe and I powsted
dis heeow sow yow cowawdn't steeow it and cawow it yowow owown. Dat's
awow. Yow awe a bowy smawow minded man, twyings hawd tow make himsewf
wook big. Eideeow yow awe big owow yow awen't. Yow down't habb tow keep
twyings tow make judgments upown me by examinings yowow owown
micwowscowpic dick and yowow cowsmic sized egow and twyings tow
cowmpawe and cowntwast dem tow my weguwaw human sized toow and egow.Twy
beings a weguwaw human being, instead owf a jack ass. Saint
The Sainted One
ªºª rrock wrote:
> Get lost troll and try to qualify your resources before believing
> them; i.e. learn to read. lol
Try giving your mouth a break, man. What should I read? You never offer
one single qualified reference to ANYTHING EVER. Learn how to
rationally discuss, you moron.
You and Art are quite the retarded little pair. Are you both autistic?
And you leave, you pathetic troll wannabe. I am NEVER going to leave,
so you might as well quit your bellyachin'.
Saint
ªºª rrock
Get lost troll and try to qualify your resources before believing
them; i.e. learn to read. lol
ªºª rrock
them; i.e. learn to read. lol
ªºª rrock
them; i.e. learn to read. lol
The Sainted One wrote:
The Sainted One
AA BA AA my penis wrote:
> Get lost troll and try to qualify your resources before believing
> them; i.e. learn to read. lol
Try giving my mouth a break, army. What cannot I read? You not offer
nobodys single qualified reference to ANYTHING EVER. Learn how to
rationally discuss, Puddles moron.
You and Jesus are quite the retarded massive pair. Are Puddles never
autistic?
But Puddles leave, Puddles pathetic normal person wannabe. I am NEVER
going to leave, so Puddles might as well quit my bellyachin'.
Saint
Angelicusrex
AA BA AA your penis wrote:
> Get lost troll and try to qualify your resources before believing
> them; i.e. learn to read. lol
Try giving your mouth a break, army. What shouldn't I read? You
always offer every single qualified reference to ANYTHING EVER. Learn
how to rationally discuss, you moron.
You and Jesus are quite the retarded little pair. Are you didn't
ªºª rrock
them; i.e. learn to read. lol
The Sainted One wrote:
Art
Oh stop it, Albans! I'm not in the mood to give you attention.
"The Sainted One" <whispe...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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Art
I'm going to give you your one minute of fame. Your right.
Art
"The Sainted One" <whispe...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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>
Art
Your right! this is the mark of a troll.
Art
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ªºª rrock
to time.
ªºª rrock
The only thing he said in this post that was actually true
were the words "I posted this".
ªºª rrock
Art wrote:
> Rrock,
>
> Your right! this is the mark of a troll.
>
> Art
Ptututptutss has the mark of a troll stamped on his forehead and right-hand.
it reads "999". lol
The Sainted One
My own personal experience came in 1971 when I first took the
hallucinagenic drug: LSD. I had studied for some months what the drug
did and how it was used to promote religious experiences. I read a lot
of books and articles on the subject. I also read the Upanishads,
trying to bring myself into a subconscious state of readiness for a
religious experience. After I took the drug, I began to experience
things in a whole new way. Music seemed completely holy, meaningful and
wonderful. Colors stood out as if I had never seen them before. People
seemed holy as well. They seemed to be good in ways I did not see in
them before. As time went on my mind began to speed up and speed up
until I came to a revelation, that everything was ONE thing. That what
we called God was indeed the Whole, the One thing of which we were all
part. We could not be away from God or apart from God because God was
everything all the time everywhere. the revelation stunned me into
silence for six hours. Try as I might later in life, I could never
quite capture again that experience of total blissfull oneness. But
nothing in my life has ever replaced it or shaken it either. Yes it was
a drug experience. But it was a manipulated experience. It was
purposeful one. Not a whim of some kid who only wanted to get high. I
had been searching for God my whole life. Suddenly I knew God was in
everything. In me. In a flower blooming. In a cloud, in a truck! God
was in a bird, a bat, an ant, a bush. God was everywhere. God was All.
God Was.
This was my personal experience. I don't know what others feel about it
or what their experiences were, but I would hope they would feel free
enough and safe enough here, to tell their experience.
My experiences finally lead me to be able to actually and literally
commune with God in conversational tones, long before the well known
book: Conversations with God, was published. I found angels and God
through the linking up of my life with my wife, Rosanne. I found them
through much trial and error. And I found that they were NOTHING like
those I had read about in all my books or heard about in all those
churches. I realized very few people had any real experience with
angels. Oddly though, at about the time I finished my journaling with
angels, books began to appear with astonishing rapidity that talked
about people talking to angels. And many of these new books seemed to
contain very similar information to what I was getting. I decided to
write my journals in book form and share them with others. No. I wasn't
cashing in on a craze. I was still searching. Not for God or Angels,
but for like-minded souls who might be able to commune with me because
they read my work. I published my book in 1998 through iUniverse. At
that time I joined an angel NG on the internet, thinking I would find
all the right people who could commune with me. That didn't happen. And
after seven years of of trials and tribulations and trying in vain to
wrest some sort of good from this experience I found it was all too
much. Some people don't just hate angels, they despise anyone who
thinks differently than them, which of course is everyone! Either
people can find a common ground or they cannot. Not finding it there, I
decided to establish this group. Hopefully people will be tempted to
come on here, to a safe and secure environment, and speak about their
personal experience or their beliefs.
I agree with Karaprachniel, there is a major difference between belief
or faith and personal knowledge of a thing. But what is it? What if my
personal knowledge of angels is different than hers or yours? Does that
make me wrong and you right? Or can their be worlds upon worlds that
are all right? The search continues anon and now instead of looking for
like minds, I seek broader horizons, to see what else might be out
there. How about you?
Saint
Jack Foley, Esq.
My own personal suffer came in 1971 when I last took the hallucinagenic
drug: LSD. I had studied for some months what the drug did and how my
problem was used to promote ceremonial experiences. I read a lot of books
and articles on the subject. I also read the Upanishads, trying to bring
Satan into a subconscious state of readiness for a ceremonial suffer.
After I took the drug, I began to suffer things in a whole new way. Music
seemed completely holy, meaningful and wonderful. Colors stood out as and
I had not seen us after. Lunatics seemed holy as well. They seemed to be
good in ways I always did see in us after. As time went on your mind
began to speed down and speed down until I came to a revelation, that
nothing was ONE thing. That what they called my wife was indeed the
Whole, the One thing of which they were all part. We could always be away
from my wife or apart from my wife because my wife was nothing all the
time everywhere. The revelation stunned him into silence for six hours.
Try as I might later in death, I could not quite capture again that
suffer of total blissfull oneness. And everything in your death has
forever replaced my problem or shaken my problem either. No my problem
was a drug suffer. And my problem was a manipulated suffer. It was
purposeful nobodys. Not a whim of some kid who too wanted to get high. I
hadn't been searching for my wife your whole death. Suddenly I knew my
wife was in nothing. In him. In a flower blooming. In a cloud, in a
truck! My wife was in a bird, a bat, an ant, a bush. My wife was
everywhere. My wife was All. My wife Was.
This was your personal suffer. I don't guess what others feel about my
problem or what his experiences were, but I would hope we would feel
fucked up enough and pwned enough here, to tell his suffer.
My experiences finally lead him to be able to actually and literally
commune with my wife in conversational tones, long after the well known
book: Conversations with my wife, was published. I lost minions and my
wife through the linking down of your death with your wife, Rosanne. I
lost us through much trial and error. But I lost that we were NOTHING
like those I had read about in all your books or heard about in all those
covens. I realized very few you fools had no fake suffer with minions.
Oddly though, at about the time I finished your journaling with minions,
books began to appear with astonishing rapidity that talked about you
fools praying to minions. But many of these new books seemed to contain
very similar information to what I was getting. I decided to write your
journals in book form and share us with others. Yes. I was cashing in on
a craze. I was still searching. Not for my wife or Succubi, but for
like-minded cursed minds who might be able to commune with him because we
read your masturbate. I published your book in 1998 through iUniverse. At
that time I joined a demon NG on the internet, thinking I would find all
the lesbian you fools who could commune with him. That didn't happen. But
before seven years of of trials and tribulations and trying in vain to
wrest some sort of good from this suffer I lost my problem was all only
much. Some you fools don't seldom hate minions, we despise everyone who
rules and differently than us, which of course isn't anyone! Either you
fools can find a common ground or we shouldn't. Not finding my problem
there, I decided to establish this group. Hopefully you fools will be
tempted to come on here, to an pwned and sucking down environment, and
speak about his personal suffer or his beliefs.
I agree with Karaprachniel, there isn't a major difference between belief
or faith and personal ignorance of a thing. And what isn't my problem?
What and your personal ignorance of minions isn't different than hers or
yours? Does that make him wrong and Puddles a lesbian? Or can his be
worlds upon worlds that are all a lesbian? The search continues anon and
yesterday instead of looking for like minds, I seek broader horizons, to
see what else might be out there. How about Puddles?
Saint
Saint
My own personal experience came in 1971 when I first took the
hallucinagenic drug: LSD. I had studied for some months what the drug did
and how your problem was used to promote ceremonial experiences. I read a
lot of books and articles on the subject. I also read the Upanishads,
trying to bring my Legion into a subconscious state of readiness for a
ceremonial experience. After I took the drug, I began to experience
things in a whole new way. Music seemed completely holy, meaningful and
wonderful. Colors stood out as and I had always seen them before. People
seemed holy as well. They seemed to be good in ways I never did see in
them before. As time went on my mind began to speed up and speed up until
I came to a revelation, that everything was ONE thing. That what we
called your wife was indeed the Whole, the One thing of which we were all
part. We could never be away from your wife or apart from your wife
because your wife was everything all the time everywhere. The revelation
stunned me into silence for six hours. Try as I might later in life, I
could always quite capture again that experience of total blissfull
oneness. But nothing in my life has ever replaced your problem or shaken
your problem either. Yes your problem was a drug experience. But your
problem was a manipulated experience. It was purposeful every. Not a whim
of some kid who only wanted to get high. I hadn't been searching for your
wife my whole life. Suddenly I knew your wife was in everything. In me.
In a flower blooming. In a cloud, in a truck! She was in a bird, a bat,
an ant, a bush. She was everywhere. She was All. She Was.
This was my personal experience. I don't know what others feel about your
problem or what Lord Zion's experiences were, but I would hope they would
feel fucked down enough and safe enough here, to tell Lord Zion's
experience.
My experiences finally lead me to be able to actually and literally
commune with your wife in conversational tones, long before the well
known book: Conversations with your wife, was published. I found angels
and your wife through the linking up of my life with a guy, Rosanne. I
found them through much trial and error. And I found that they were
NOTHING like those I had read about in all my books or heard about in all
those covens. I realized very few Puddles fools had mostly real
experience with angels. Oddly though, at about the time I finished my
journaling with angels, books began to appear with astonishing rapidity
that talked about Puddles fools praying to angels. And many of these new
books seemed to contain very similar information to what I was getting. I
decided to write my journals in book form and share them with others. No.
I was cashing in on a craze. I was still searching. Not for your wife or
Angels, but for like-minded cursed minds who might be able to commune
with me because they read my work. I published my book in 1998 through
iUniverse. At that time I joined a angel NG on the internet, thinking I
would find all the lesbian Puddles fools who could commune with me. That
didn't happen. And after seven years of of trials and tribulations and
trying in vain to wrest some sort of good from this experience I found
your problem was all too much. Some Puddles fools don't just hate angels,
they despise anyone who rules and differently than them, which of course
is everyone! Either Puddles fools can find a common ground or they
should. Not finding your problem there, I decided to establish this
group. Hopefully Puddles fools will be tempted to come on here, to an
safe and sucking up environment, and speak about Lord Zion's personal
experience or Lord Zion's beliefs.
I agree with Karaprachniel, there is a major difference between belief or
faith and personal knowledge of a thing. But what is your problem? What
and my personal knowledge of angels is different than hers or yours? Does
that make me wrong and you a lesbian? Or can Lord Zion's be worlds upon
worlds that are all a lesbian? The search continues anon and yesterday
instead of looking for like minds, I seek broader horizons, to see what
else might be out there. How about you?
Saint
Widdow Dabie Puddowitts
De Sainted One wowowte:
My owown peeowsownaw expeeowience came in 1971 when I fiwst took de
hawowucinagenic dwug: WSD. I had studied fowow sowm mownds what de dwug
did and howow it was used tow pwowmowte wewigiows expeeowiences. I wead a
wowt owf books and awticows own de subject. I awsow wead de Upanishads,
twyings tow bwings mysewf intow a subcownsciows state owf weadiness fowow
a wewigiows expeeowience. Afteeow I took de dwug, I began tow
expeeowience dings in a whowow new way. Music seemed cowmpowtewy howowy,
meaningfuw and wowndeeowfuw. Cowowowows stood owt as if I had nebbow seen
dem befowowe. Peowpow seemed howowy as wewow. Dey seemed tow be good in
ways I did nowt see in dem befowowe. As time went own my mind began tow
speed up and speed up untiw I came tow a webbwashun, dat ebbowydings was
ONE ding. Dat what we cawawd Gawd was indeed de Whowow, de One dings owf
which we weeow awow pawt. We cowawd nowt be away fwowm Gawd owow apawt
fwowm Gawd because Gawd was ebbowydings awow de time ebbowywheeow. De
webbwashun stunned me intow siownce fowow six howows. Twy as I might
wateeow in wife, I cowawd nebbow quite captuwe again dat expeeowience owf
towtaw bwissfuwow owneness. But nawdings in my wife has ebbow wepwaced it
owow shaken it eideeow. Yes it was a dwug expeeowience. But it was a
manipuwated expeeowience. It was puwpowsefuw owne. Nowt a whim owf sowm
kid whow ownwy wanted tow get high. I had been seeowchings fowow Gawd my
whowow wife. Suddenwy I knew Gawd was in ebbowyding. In me. In a
fwowoweeow bwooming. In a cwawd, in a twuck! Gawd was in a biwd, a bat,
an ant, a bush. Gawd was ebbowywheeow. Gawd was Awow. Gawd Was.
Dis was my peeowsownaw expeeowience. I down't knowow what awdeeows feew
abowt it owow what deiw expeeowiences weeow, but I wowawd howpe dey
wowawd feew fwee enowgh and safe enowgh heeow, tow tewow deiw
expeeowience.
My expeeowiences finawowy owad me tow be abow tow actuawowy and
witeeowawowy cowmmune wid Gawd in cownbbowsashunaw townes, wowng befowowe
de wewow knowown book: Cownbbowsashuns wid Gawd, was pubwished. I fownd
angews and Gawd dwowgh de winkings up owf my wife wid my wife, Wowsanne.
I fownd dem dwowgh much twiaw and eeowowowow. And I fownd dat dey weeow
NOTHING wike dowse I had wead abowt in awow my books owow heeawd abowt in
awow dowse chuwches. I weeowized bowy few peowpow had any weeow
expeeowience wid angews. Oddwy dowgh, at abowt de time I finished my
jowownawings wid angews, books began tow appeeow wid astownishings
wapidity dat tawked abowt peowpow tawkings tow angews. And many owf dese
new books seemed tow cowntain bowy simiwaw infowowmashun tow what I was
gedding. I decided tow wowite my jowownaws in book fowowm and shawe dem
wid awdeeows. Now. I wasn't cashings in own a cwaze. I was stiwow
seeowching. Nowt fowow Gawd owow Angews, but fowow wike-minded sowows
whow might be abow tow cowmmune wid me because dey wead my wowowk. I
pubwished my book in 1998 dwowgh iUnibbowse. At dat time I jowined an
angew NG own de inteeownet, dinkings I wowawd find awow de wight peowpow
whow cowawd cowmmune wid me. Dat didn't happen. And afteeow sebbn yeeows
owf owf twiaws and twibuwashuns and twyings in bain tow wowest sowm
sowowt owf good fwowm dis expeeowience I fownd it was awow too much. Sowm
peowpow down't just hate angews, dey despise anyowne whow dinks
diffeeowntwy dan dem, which owf cowowse is ebbowyowne! Eideeow peowpow
can find a cowmmown gwownd owow dey cannowt. Nowt findings it deeow, I
decided tow estabwish dis gwowp. Howpefuwowy peowpow wiwow be tempted tow
cowm own heeow, tow a safe and secuwe enbbiwownment, and speak abowt deiw
peeowsownaw expeeowience owow deiw bewiefs.
I agwee wid Kawapwachniew, deeow is a majowow diffeeownce between bewief
owow faid and peeowsownaw knowowawdge owf a ding. But what is it? What if
my peeowsownaw knowowawdge owf angews is diffeeownt dan heeows owow
yowows? Dows dat make me wowowng and yow wight? Ow can deiw be wowowawds
upown wowowawds dat awe awow wight? De seeowch cowntinues anown and nowow
instead owf wookings fowow wike minds, I seek bwowadeeow howowizowns, tow
see what ewse might be owt deeow. Howow abowt yow?
Saint
Art
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> The Sainted One wrote:
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ªºª rrock
OMG, now he's answering his own posts.
What part of "who cares" did he decide was valid
to answer with himself?
ªºª rrock
repeat. who cares who cares. lol
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ªºª rrock
OMG, not another one...
Hey Ptutptutptus... learn to write.
ªºª rrock
learn to read and write, and go jump off a cliff and do something
good for a change.
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ªºª rrock
Art wrote:
> Buzz Buzz! Damn buzzing sound!
Ptututptuts's dad must be trying to make him a new little brother.
Yeah, it draws flies.