Which is witch, church?
Johnny
Devil or Angel?
Definitions: Service-to-Other: awaken/a15.htm; orientat/o01.htm; John 15:12;
awaken/a04.htm, 2) "those-who-mourn": Service-to-Other genetic engineers;
awaken/a02.htm; Psalms 103:20, 3) Service-to-Self: rules/r04.htm, 4) Leader
of the Service-to-Self Extraterrestrial: call/c24.htm; Isaiah 14:12-15;
call/c24.htm, 5) Nibiru/pole shift: thub.htm; Rev.6:12-14, 6) Meaning Of
Life: transfor/t25.htm; Matthew 22:37-39.
Is the Meaning of Life now just commonplace knowledge? And what path would
YOU like to explore next, on your trip through eternity - far left, middle,
or to the right (density/d05.htm)? Specifically, do you know the difference
between Service-to-Self (STS) and Service-to-Other (STO) spiritual
orientations? Is Service-to-Self always snarling greed, or is
Service-to-Other always a bleeding heart concern for others
(orientat/o14.htm)? Do the spiritually immature (many of today’s so-called
good ol’ church folk, a few in U.S. Government, circa 1947, and other
groups) confuse the two different orientations - and perceive them as
identical? How do YOU tell them apart?
Short Love Story
Suppose one summer’s late afternoon, you and your friends at the Singles
Club enjoy a juicy steak pig-out and some cool kegs at mountainous Camp
Romance. Afterwards, you take a lazy evening stroll down by the serene ol’
Lake Getsom with your good ol’ feelin-no-pain-by-now campin’ buddies. Then
all of a sudden, hovering slightly above the pier just to the right above
the canoes, appear two identical ANGELS, each with beautiful faces and
Go-To-Hell-Just-Fer-Lookin’ Dionysian bods - in long, snug‘n sheer glowing
gowns, with wings (and golden halos too but nobody’s a noticin’)!
Now for all of us deeply guilt-ridden religious folk, just make pretend that
the happy campers see instead two, 4’ tall, gray, "Holy Commander
James"-totin’, cute lil’ bug-eyed, garden variety Zetas with halos fer cryin
’ out loud (orientat/o16.htm) - each of ‘em wearing a stunnin’ melange of
PVC & Lycra zippered bustiers & snap crotch-equipped, lucent, sizzling pink
fishnet teddies! In either case, one entity is a Service-to-Other
extraterrestrial (i.e., irresistible lil' Miss those-who-mourn;
hybrids/H26.HTM), and the other, a depraved Service-to-Self extraterrestrial
(i.e., a DEMON; visitatn/v21.htm)! Both look identical (2 Corinthians
11:14-15; visitatn/v04.htm). Which is Witch?
Good Neighbor Parable
So, to start our lesson, let's contrast Service-to-Other against
Service-to-Self as we compare two affluent home owners. The most charming
and diplomatic Albert Calcedonio, Service-to-Self, anti-pollution proponent
(orientat/o14.htm), Mayor of Grafenberg (worlds/w54.htm), owner of Machie
Avellian Beach Realty, and his cute ‘n shapely (but a little dizzy),
Service-to-Other next door neighbor, Sophia Inocencia, a wealthy and hale
aerobics actress. Both live in the exclusive, scenic, La Barra de Maldonado,
near Bacchanalian beach in Southern Italy.
Sophia, a sometimes distracted, disheveled homeowner, would just love to
have a nice looking, faithful handyman around to help out once in a while
(orient/o17.htm), but would rather have ol’ slick Albert join her aerobics
club so she can keep an eye on that lil’ ol’ Devil! And sneaky ol’ Albert
has been interested in Sophia ever since he accidentally, eh-hem, saw her
kajula while star gazing one night through his ol’ 400x127mm catadioptric
astronomical roof top reflector (orientat/o13.htm), while sweet lil’ ol’
Sophia was just a sudzin’ up her naked-as-a-jaybird centerfold bod in her
lil’ ol’ backyard Jacuzzi one evening last year.
Anyhoooo, they play tennis together once in a while, or go swimming together
at Bacchanalian Beach Club, sipping glasses of French champagne while being
waited on hand and foot by a legion of servants. She has on more than one
occasion had to slap the livin’ you-know-what outa ol’ Albert (call/c39.htm)
for tryin’ to paw all over her mostly naked, strapping lil’ callipygian
fortress!
One day in Sophia’s aerobics club they get to talking and discover from the
Club’s Fitness Director about some potential geographical changes and the
resulting effect it may have on Albert’s beach front stud, er, community
service. So Albert, Sophia, and several others, over time join their good ol
’, take-anybody-in, Troubled Times (thub.htm) support group
(orientat/o20.htm). What will they do? So differently orientated!
Albert’s Worst Nightmare
Albert notices that the potential for geographical changes (although a
rather closely held secret by the Club’s fitness Director JJ Jagger for many
a moon) is now not surprisingly posted as a joke all over the local
Grafenberg clubhouse bulletin board! Albert, brilliant at buying low and
selling high, had His Worst Nightmare - he slept by himself that night! To
add to the shock, the very next morning, as it must have been a sign from
heaven, the Holy Reverend and High Pastor of Albert’s church at Science
Cathedral reminds him (myths/m41.htm) that he has not paid his tithes in two
months! Now good ol’ Albert begins to freak out.
So Albert just to be on the safe side, drops a wad of stock savings on some
high-tech timeshare (rules/r27.htm) at Mars Casino and Hotel (way UP north).
He then begins plotting a way to dump his beach front property for something
safer before some stupid idiot local beach magazine, newspaper, or
ever-so-fun-lovin’ Director of the fitness club, ol’ JJ Jagger, goes on
local TV and announces to the whole damn thing to everybody in friggin’
Bacchanalian beach! (Now JJ’s the creative dude who always arranges the
annual, "Who Throws The Funniest, More Imaginative And Expensive Party Of
The Season Competition").
Service-to-Other Sophia, ipso facto in touch with her higher spiritual
densities (Matthew 21:21-22; worlds/w23.htm), at first has a bad dream about
not being able to get rid of all of her four beach front condos. Poor lil’
angel - she even forgets to mail her Aunt Susie’s Birthday card! However,
the following week, after doin’ a 151 an’ cherries, and yummy ol’ 151 and
caffeine free Pepzi chaser, soon learns that she can - at her option - be
fully protected (transfot/t10.htm; Rev 3:10; rules/r27.htm; John 8:51;
call/c23.htm).
The Gambit
To make a long story short (rules/r35.htm), Sophia decides not to sell her
beautiful beach front home! She keeps noticing on the club bulletin board
that the facts and options are still a rollin’ in! However, gettin’ a little
uneasy (1 Peter 5:8) after an takin’ an afternoon nap, Sophia decides to
list her property with Albert’s Machie Avellian Beach Realty anyway - just
to, uh, you know, figure out what her property is worth.
Then one day Sophia meets Mr. Homer Palatini, a well-heeled guest of one of
the other members at the corner Troubled Times support group. Mr. Palatini,
a former oil tycoon turned Zero Point Energy freak, had some millions in
spare change from a little card game on the beach, and was interested in
buying a quaint little beach condo while he was visiting his chums, in part
at least because he hears of Sophia’s generous 20% discount.
Sackcloth and Ashes?
Now good ol’ leanin’ toward the Service-to-Other-type Mr. Palatini, was one
of those optimistic folks. He adds the potential generous 20% condo discount
to the possibility that ol’ d17’s conditions (he keeps a readin’ about), may
actually be met (www.zetatalk.com/density/d17.htm)! In which case the worst
that may happen is just a hurricane - possibly blowing a few trees over in
his future front yard. And at best, his future beach property line may even
extend out further as the poles freeze a little more water away from the
present shore line - over time. He gits a thinkin’ about the story of
Ninevah (Jonah 3:6-10), sees potential, and soon becomes a man on a real
estate mission!
Later the next morning while Sophia is out shopping for pussy cat food, good
ol’ Homer Palatini cruises his lil’ ol’ Monte Fino by, lookin’ at all the
purrrrty condos. Now he sees Sophia’s For Sale sign and takes action. Now
you guessed it already, the kid widda golden thing - Albert, has ALL
important megabuck property inquiries sent straight to the Mayor’s office.
Albert sees the ol’ red light from his secretary’s emergency semaphore
flashing. So he conveniently picks up call and tells good ol’ Homer that he
thinks Sophia’s house is sold, but if Hapless Homer acts quickly he can have
a smokin’ deal (visitatn/v04.htm) on the georgous property right next door -
Albert’s!
Homer Likes It
Homer is persistent about Sophia’s property, so slick ol’ Albert digs down
jus’a wee bit deeper and dredges up the ol’ time-tested, magical, "Albert
has to move closer to his poor sweet, ailing grandmother in the States" gig
(call/c10.htm). Homer, eyes a watterin’, just a suckin’ up to Albert’s ol’
Good Samaritan BS, starts to git a little too jittery - seeing the fires of
Hell and brimstone, and gets a swindled into paying even more than Albert’s
original asking price! Albert, hearin’ ol’ Homer’s voice a breakin’ up, is
just barely able to keep from rollin’ on the back office floor with laughter
(orientat/o02.htm) before he can slam the phone back on the hook.
Nevertheless, the two sign the papers the same afternoon in the Mayor’s back
office – another miracle! Oh, and Albert of course, forgets to mention
anything about the ol’ pole shift. - The End.
Well, did you get time to check the (conjecture) class notes? Oh. One last
lil’ tidbit: Homer, secretly a callipygian fan and *close* admirer of his
new Service-to-Other neighbor, eventually falls head over heels in love with
Sophia’s end up living happily ever after (density/d11.htm;
transfor/t17.htm). And dear sweet, and truly loving Albert gets a ranch with
his new friends way down South. And he too lives ever after
(transfor/t07.htm; transfor/t39.htm) - with people just like himself!
Short quiz tomorrow morning!