((( The Practical Seer )))

[bit shiny]

meld the two

create three

start dreaming

possibly with the first utilising the second

as the firsts ability to dream beyond the second limited

consciousness

imagery

water fire yes yes again again

now what tickles the fancy

keep it above the toes to begin

and in we go in

out it comes out

its complicated and

if it was all second it would be all fight or flight

so pink diamond tiger striped light bulbs for you today

tigeros outa those closetose

oh the crack between the words and the light between the worlds

black holes and our images

miniature universe

like it was said

"
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day. "

[bit shiny]

oh i wanted to say great posts !

and include the word neuroplasticity into this post too

thank you

[Sacateca]

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There's a very special story behind my old Marshall 12 watt amp. I bought it in a small very beautiful town somewhere in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The guy at the music store was asking somewhere in the area of $235.00 for it. After testing it I said, "Ill give you 200 and he instantly said, "SOLD!" It was quite a surprise, but I must admit I left the store feeling I should have offered less money.

That was, like, over 20 years ago and now I got this new amp for friggin $149.00 and it does everything besides clean my house and give me a blow job!!!

http://www.musiciansfriend.com/amplifie ... -combo-amp

It's an awesome little amp and just what I needed

You see, the reverb broke on the other amp and so I was using it with the Zoom guitar effects pedal...which meant dealing with more cables and another friggin wall-wart, blah, blah, blah.... Now, with the footswitch controller I'm all set! It does everything I need!!!

Then I left that town and had to go over the mountains with my van and a small U-Haul trailer. I don't remember there being any snow in the small Colorado town, but the road up in the mountain was suddenly surprisingly slick with a thin sheet of very dangerous ice!!! I would apply my brakes and the vehicle would not stop!! It would slide on the ice and I'm high up in the friggin Rocky Mountains!!! Scared the living **** out of me for there were lots of cars moving slowly in front of me and behind me. A guy was outside his car waving his hands in a gesture telling people to go slow and continually lightly pump the brakes. I felt certain I was going to crash and...I didn't!!!!

((( MIRACLE!!!! )))

So this little Marshall amp is like a museum piece to me. I'd like to preserve it. Suddenly, I can't remember telling ANYONE about the story behind this little amp. Hmmm.

[Sacateca]

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I just learned this song and I sing it using a very authentic Karaoke version I recently got from Amazon.com

I had to lower the version 3 steps, but...(((WOW!!!))) 

I really do a great job of this and Black Sabbath's War Pigs!!

Feeling very 'cool', baby!!!


On my guitar, I approach rock music from the standpoint of Brazilian Jazz

It makes for very interestingly beautiful lead breaks!

[Sacateca]

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I just learned, and sing, a great Karaoke version of this song and I play a lot of extra original leads breaks

instead of the last verse

I like to sing the first verse over

It's a fun song to sing and play!!

[Sacateca]

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I just learned, and sing, a great Karaoke version of this song and I play a lot of extra original leads breaks
instead of the last verse
I like to sing the first verse over
It's a fun song to sing and play!!

[Sacateca]

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"All people like me, and Michael Shermer, (who is not an authority figure for me. I really couldn't care less about him. I only discovered him on yt about a week ago on a TED talk about people believing strange things) care about is basing  our knowledge on what can be seen or measured. We like science. We are not impressed by the concept of faith. But we are interested in why people are inclined to believe strange things. We like to try and explain it with science. And generally science is pretty good at explaining why a creature as smart as a human being can believe the strangest things and leap to the strangest conclusions."


MY RESPONSE:

You are so brainwashed indoctrinated. You can't see how much FAITH it takes for you to blindly believe science. I venture you have NOT personally verified that the Earth revolves. I venture you have NOT personally verified that the sun does not go around the Earth. I venture you have NOT personally verified that electrons and protons are not made up of anything solid. I could go on and on, but you blind faith believe science and you are too blind to see this truth!!!! 

Oh, I noticed how you are no longer so very certain about me being all screwed up. What? You didn't think I would notice?

I would like to take apart that jackass Michael Shermer where lots of people could see him for what he is. I have to settle for you because he is too much of a coward to come here and defend his position!

[Sacateca]

I MUST continue to remind myself of this!!!!

[Sacateca]

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I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me

Then I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy
(Happy, happy)
She could make me very happy

Flowers in her hair
(In her hair)
Flowers everywhere
(Everywhere)

I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Oh, I don't know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind, she crept into my mind
(To my mind, to my mind)

I knew I had to say hello
(Hello, hello)
She smiled up at me
Then she took my hand
And we walked through the park alone

And I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had made me happy
(Happy, happy)
(She had made me very happy)

Flowers in her hair
(In her hair)
Flowers everywhere
(Everywhere)

I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Oh, I don't know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind, she crept into my mind
(To my mind, to my mind)

Suddenly, the sun broke through
(See the sun)
I turned around she was gone
(Where did she go?)
All I had left was one little flower in my hand

But I knew
(I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She had made me happy
(Happy, happy)
(She had made me very happy)

Flowers in her hair
(In her hair)
Flowers everywhere
(Everywhere)

I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day
(Sunny day)
(Sunny day, sunny day)

I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
I love the flower girl
(I love the flower girl)

[Sacateca]

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I said na na na na ...
You gotta know how to pony
Like Bonie Maronie
You gotta know how to twist
I said, it just like this

I said mashed potato
Do the alligator
I said, Billy, get your yo-yo
Come on and let's go

I said clap your hands (come on)
I said clap your hands (come on)
And then move your feet (come on)
Get into that beat (come on)

I said na na na na...

Everybody, come on now
Na na na na...

Yes, a one more time
Na na na na...

You gotta know how to jerk (oh, yeah)
Come on, baby, work
You gotta know how to jangle
Make you do the tango

I said, do the Watusi
Coeme on and do the Watusi

Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Ooo ooh ooh

I said, goodbye Lucy
I said, goodbye child
I said, wa-watusi...

[Sacateca]

FROM CARLOS CASTANEDA'S BOOK A SEPARATE REALITY:


"Take Sacateca, he's a man of knowledge and his predilection is dancing. So he dances and knows."

"Is the predilection of a man of knowledge something he does in order to know?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"But how could dancing help Sacateca to know?"

"One can say that Sacateca dances with all he has."

"Does he dance like I dance? I mean like dancing?"

"Let's say that he dances like I see and not like you may dance."

"Does he also see the way you see?"

"Yes, but he also dances."

"How does Sacateca dance?"

"It's hard to explain that. It is a peculiar way of dancing he does when he wants to know. But all I can say about it is that, unless you understand the ways of a man who knows, it is impossible to talk about dancing or seeing."

Have you seen him doing his dancing?"

"Yes. However, it is not possible for everyone who looks at his dancing to see that it is his peculiar way of knowing."

I knew Sacateca, or at least I knew who he was. We had met and once I had bought him a beer. He was very polite and told me I should feel free to stop at his house anytime I wanted to. I toyed for a long time with the idea of visiting him but I did not tell don Juan. On the afternoon of May 14, 1962, I drove up to Sacateca's house; he had given me directions how to get there and I had no trouble finding it. It was on a corner and had a fence all around it. The gate was closed. I walked around it to see if I could peek inside the house. It appeared to be deserted.

"Don Elias," I called out loud. The chickens got frightened and scattered about cackling furiously. A small dog came to the fence. I expected it to bark at me; instead, it just sat there looking at me. I called out once again and the chickens had another burst of cackling.

An old woman came out of the house. I asked her to call don Elias.

"He's not here," she said.

"Where can I find him?"

"He's in the fields."

"Where in the fields?"

"I don't know. Come back in the late afternoon. Hell be here around five."

"Are you don Elias wife?"

"Yes, I'm his wife," she said and smiled.

I tried to ask her about Sacateca but she excused herself and said that she did not speak Spanish well. I got into my car and drove away.

I returned to the house around six o'clock. I drove to the door and yelled Sacateca's name. This time he came out of the house. I turned on my tape recorder, which in its brown leather case looked like a camera hanging from my shoulder. He seemed to recognize me.

"Oh, it's you," he said, smiling. "How's Juan?"

"He's fine. But how are you, don Elias?"

He did not answer. He seemed to be nervous. Overtly he was very composed, but I felt that he was ill at ease.

"Has Juan sent you here on some sort of errand?"

"No. I came here by myself."

"What in the world for?"

His question seemed to betray very bona fide surprise.

"I just wanted to talk to you," I said, hoping to sound as casual as possible. "Don Juan has told me marvelous things about you and I got curious and wanted to ask you a few questions."

Sacateca was standing in front of me. His body was lean and wiry. He was wearing khaki pants and shirt. His eyes were half-closed; he seemed to be sleepy or perhaps drunk. His mouth was open a bit and his lower lip hung. I noticed that he was breathing deeply and seemed to be almost snoring. The thought came to me that Sacateca was undoubtedly plastered out of his mind. But that thought seemed to be very incongruous because only a few minutes before, when he came out of his house, he had been very alert and aware of my presence.

"What do you want to talk about?" he finally said.

His voice was tired; it was as though his words dragged after each other. I felt very uneasy. It was as if his tiredness was contagious and pulling me.

"Nothing in particular," I answered. "I just came to chat with you in a friendly way. You once asked me to come to your house."

"Yes, I did, but it's not the same now."

"Why isn't it the same?"

"Don't you talk with Juan?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then what do you want with me?"

"I thought maybe I could ask you some questions?"

"Ask Juan. Isn't he teaching you?"

"He is, but just the same I would like to ask you about what he is teaching me, and have your opinion. This way I'll be able to know what to do."

"Why do you want to do that? Don't you trust Juan?"

"I do."

"Then why don't you ask him to tell you what you want to know?"

"I do. And he tells me. But if you could also tell me about what don Juan is teaching me, perhaps I will understand better."

"Juan can tell you everything. He alone can do that. Don't you understand that?"

"I do, but then I'd like to talk with people like you, don Elias. One does not find a man of knowledge every day."

"Juan is a man of knowledge."

"I know that."

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I said I came to be friends,"

"No, you didn't. There is something else about you this time."

I wanted to explain myself and all I could do was mumble incoherently. Sacateca did not say anything. He seemed to listen attentively. His eyes were half-closed again but I felt he was peering at me. He nodded almost imperceptibly. Then his lids opened and I saw his eyes. He seemed to be looking past me. He casually tapped the floor with the tip of his right foot, just behind his left heel. His legs were slightly arched; his arms were limp against his sides. Then he lifted his-right arm; his hand was open with the palm turned perpendicular to the ground; his fingers were extended and pointing toward me. He let his hand wobble a couple of times before he brought it to my face level. He held it in that position for an instant and then he said a few words to me. His voice was very clear, yet the words dragged.

After a moment he dropped his hand to his side and remained motionless, taking a strange position. He was standing, resting on the ball of his left foot. His right foot was crossed behind the heel of the left foot and he was tapping the floor rhythmically and gently with the tip of his right foot

I felt an unwarranted apprehension, a form of restlessness. My thoughts seemed to be dissociated. I was thinking unrelated nonsensical thoughts that had nothing to do with what was going on. I noticed my discomfort and tried to steer my thoughts back to the situation at hand, but I couldn't in spite of a great struggle. It was as if some force was keeping me from concentrating or thinking relevant thoughts.

Sacateca had not said a word, and I didn't know what else to say or do. Quite automatically, I turned around and left.

Later on I felt compelled to tell don Juan about my encounter with Sacateca. Don Juan roared with laughter.

"What really took place there?" I asked.

"Sacateca danced!" don Juan said. "He saw you, then he danced."

"What did he do to me? I felt very cold and dizzy."

"He apparently didn't like you and stopped you by tossing a word at you."

"How could he possibly do that?" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Very simple; he stopped you with his will."

"What did you say?"

"He stopped you with his will!"

The explanation did not suffice. His statements sounded like gibberish to me. I tried to probe him further, but he could not explain the event to my satisfaction.

Obviously that event or any event that occurred within this alien system of sensible interpretation could be explained or understood only in terms of the units of meaning proper to that system. This work is, therefore, a reportage and should be read as a reportage. The system I recorded was incomprehensible to me, thus the pretense to anything other than reporting about it would be misleading and impertinent. In this respect I have adopted the phenomenological method and have striven to deal with sorcery solely as phenomena that were presented to me. I, as the perceiver, recorded what I perceived, and at the moment of recording I endeavored to suspend judgment.



MY COMMENT:

I have empirically verified much of what Castaneda's don Juan taught as indeed valid when dealing with Mother Nature. His knowledge about the nature of reality is indeed correct and I STRONGLY DOUBT Castaneda made the character of don Juan up! He would have had to have been a literary genius and, from my studies, I believe Castaneda was indeed as he portrayed himself in his books: a person who could NEVER make up such an intricate philosophy about dealing directly with the natural world.

I am a musical, dancing sorcerer warrior

I AM THE REAL THING!!!

Coupled with being an advanced bodybuilding martial artist as well

My ability to 'see' in don Juanian manner grows stronger and more reliable all the time. It is the direct byproduct of being to stop my Internal dialogue at will and being on great terms with Death. Without being able to do these two very important things there is little to be gained on the true spiritual path. You will have no direct experiences with the Spirit unless you take power plants and those revelations can be quite engulfing, but tend to proverbially evaporate, like a dream, leaving you with a possibly irreparably damaged consciousness and no permanent progress. Power plants can 'point the way', but THEY are NOT the way. 

Sadly, many rock stars found this out the hard way and are dead or completely burnt out now

I've learned...

THERE ARE NO FREE RIDES WITH THE SPIRIT

IF YOU DON'T PUT IN THE PROPER WORK

YOU WILL HAVE NO SPIRITUAL PROGRESS!!!

The goal to reach for, I have learned, is to impress the Spirit into giving you 'Gifts of the Spirit'. Such sacred gifts are essential to growing strong in the Spirit very, very quickly. If you are living in a way in which the Spirit finds detestable you're literally out of luck UNLESS you show signs of really wanting to please the Spirit by the way you think, talk and live.


VIRTUE IS THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE

AND THE UNIVERSE CAN RESPOND WITH TREMENDOUS LOVING AFFECTION

TO THE PROPERLY GRATEFUL AND APPRECIATIVE!!!


I strongly suggest you respect yourselves, people

Time is much shorter than you may think!!!

[Sacateca]

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MY COMMENT:

I believe there is a segment of the Larry King interview that got Benny Hinn all steamed up and angry at Joel Olseen. The fool Hinn is absolutely certain Jesus said every single thing attributed to Him in the Bible. HINN HAS NO PROOF OF THIS!!! However, I believe, EVERYONE has proof enough that the current ending to the Biblical Book of Mark IS NOT THE ORIGINAL ENDING!!! The Book of Mark WAS TAMPERED WITH!!! 

If you don't believe me look into the matter and you should find that the original Book of Mark ended when everyone ran from Jesus' tomb in terror!!! So, we have clear evidence that at least one Biblical book has been tampered with; a book canonized by both Catholics and Protestants!!! What does that say? BE VERY SUSPICIOUS OF THE BIBLE AND DON'T BLINDLY BELIEVE EVERY WORD TO BE INFALLIBLY AND INERRANTLY TRUE!!! If you are wise you will take my advice.

Blind faith fools seem to feel that they can do whatever they like as long as they keep saying "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus". SORRY BUT, if you persist in doing evil it doesn't matter what name you call on!!!!! So don't be condemning others because they don't say "Jesus" enough to suit your Christian fancy!!! Look into the possible tampering of your "holy book" before you go condemning others for believing in God differently!!!

You know, it's really interesting to note that, first of all, I don't like Joel Osteen. I just don't like the guy and I don't trust him. HOWEVER, it seems to me MANY Christian pastors are condemning Mr Osteen OUT OF JEALOUSY while I have, so far, not seen so much as a single interview where Joel Osteen condemns ANYONE!!! 

Mr Osteen obviously does not feel qualified to pass judgment against ANYONE while these other OBVIOUSLY JEALOUS pastors see it as "righteousness" to pass heinous condemnation against Mr Osteen. If they eventually are judged by God the way they judge, as their Bible says, I would imagine those condemning pastors are in very, very big trouble!!!!

[Sacateca]

MY COMMENT:

"I don't know if Jesus actually existed, as the Bible says He did, but I do know that the story of Jesus overall inspires me to be loving, forgiving and merciful. It DOES NOT inspire me to condemn others who don't believe exactly as I do, but...that's me. Christians who accept the Bible as though Jesus said every single word exactly as written are usually the ones who go around condemning others who don't believe as they do.
WHAT MATTERS TO ME ARE THE QUALITY OF THE TEACHINGS
not whether or not someone, like Jesus or the Buddha, actually existed. Whatever is useful to me is more than welcome in my personal belief system...until it is no longer proven useful, but that's just me
LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING, you who would stand as God and condemn Joel Osteen: Is what Joel Osteen preaches worse than what the Muslims preach? OHHHHHHHHH, you don't want to answer that, right cowards? You attack Osteen because you know he won't fight back. After what happened to Pat Roberson for criticizing the Muslims you instinctively put your proverbial tails between your blind faith legs and cower away from a question like this!!! 
(((SPIT!!!)))
Of course, those very same condemning pastors would condemn me for writing this!
Well, I have a message for them:
TAKE YOUR CONDEMNING BIBLE AND SHOVE IT!!!!!"

[Sacateca]

I MUST continue to remind myself of this!!!!

[Sacateca]

In light of my overall goals, I am constrained to defend my acts of commenting on the video condemning Joel Osteen
First let me state that no matter what may happen I ALWAYS want to make certain I will NEVER be qualified to be some sort of "prophet of God". I see my inability to keep from cursing when I get angry as the closest things to a guarantee I have that if there truly is a God He will NEVER EVEN CONSIDER using me as his "Holy Prophet". I am unqualified and intend to remain so for the rest of my life. So, as you periodically see me curse and (((SPIT))) know the reasoning behind my actions.

ON THE INTERNET I APPRECIATE BEING STRAIGHT FORWARD AND HONEST IN HOW I FEEL

PROVERBIAL "WOLVES IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING" ARE JUST THE OPPOSITE

THEY ACT ALL SWEET AND NICE IN ORDER TO LURE AND TRICK THE GULLIBLY IGNORANT

And that is what a number of Christian preachers are apparently saying about this Joel Osteen guy. They are risking being judged even as they judge him and yet they continue to pass judgment against Mr Osteen because he doesn't preach exactly as they do!! To me this is crazy insane!

From what I have seen, Mr Osteen refuses to negatively judge ANYONE. He doesn't seem to feel it is his place to do so and I see this as wisdom on his part.

As for myself, I'm always looking to improve my CURRENT belief system and that means testing my belief system in the hopes that someone can point out flaws that need correcting. So I share my opinions and tend to get conflict from blind faith skeptics, on the one hand, and blind faith Bible believers on the other. It takes real clarity, on my part, and ruthless determination to be detached from all I currently believe and to always be ready to alter my current beliefs in favor of better and more correct ones.

So, I do not feel I am wasting my time sharing my views by commenting on YouTube videos and in forums such as this one. I put my CURRENT beliefs to the test always ready to casually toss out any current belief that no longer serves me and my needs.

HOWEVER

I NEVER intend to toss out my cursing when I get angry as I see that as my greatest guarantee that I will not be used by God as some sort of "holy prophet". So as people comment calling me "childish" for my cursing I don't care at all!!

((( AMEN )))

[Sacateca]

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MY COMMENT:
"You people who feel you are critical thinkers and just blindly believe people like Michael Shermer at face value without personally verifying anything that he 'preaches' are, in actuality, gullible blind faith believing fools!! From my studies Shermer is INCORRECT about Ganesh being the most worshiped deity in India. That should put you on alert toward everything else he may be saying!
In the final analysis I strongly believe that who you say you believe in is not the main issue. The main issue is how you strive to live your lives. As far as I am concerned, it seems ridiculous that human consciousness and intelligence came into being by "accident". To blindly feel that everything that is has come into being by "accident", as these atheist Shermer types blindly tend to believe, is ridiculous to me.
Science blind people like Michael Shermer tend to act absolutely certain about things they are, in actuality, NOT ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN OF!!! In this video Shermer essentially says that it is instinctively the way of animals, and humans, to wisely assume that any rustle in the bushes may very be a predatory animal of some sort; just to be on the safe side. That is the way animals in nature tend to react. From my studies, they don't take any chances in a world where everything seems to be eating everything else.
Expand this concept and consider that it is not wise to take your chances and blindly assume there is no predatory type of God who will eventually judge you by the way you lived. I say: THE WISE WILL STRIVE TO LIVE A GOOD, STRONG, HEALTHY, LOVINGLY GRATEFUL & APPRECIATIVE LIFE just in case there is a God who will eventually judge them for the ways that they lived.
If you pride yourselves on being critical thinkers then I strongly suggest you ruthlessly critically think about ANYTHING this Michael Shermer states and not accept it all on BLIND FAITH!!!
C'mon folks. Let's get real. Take a proverbial step back and consider people like Leonardo Da Vinci and the great musical and artistic masters of the past. Now, does it really make sense that their intelligence and inspiration all existed...by accident? If you truly think for yourselves I'm sure you will agree that this "accident" THEORY of atheist scientists is ridiculous! To believe it on blind faith in science is even MORE ridiculous!!"
"The problem, I see, with science is that it was 'born' out of violent, WELL JUSTIFIED, rage against the Christian religion. Heck, If my loved ones or friends were tortured to death for being original thinkers I would be violently bitter against the church as well, for crying out loud!!! 
Things have changed. The Christian church no longer tortures people to death for not blindly believing their religious doctrine...or so I am led to believe. However, science in general has not changed in its overall agenda of trying to destroy all faith in God.
People like Shermer don't want to admit that science is basically divided into two camps: Those who believe there is no super intelligence guiding and sustaining the universe and those who do believe in the possibility of a super intelligent consciousness guiding and sustaining the reality we experience.
Each side of this debate has their purported "experts" with fancy sounding rhetoric to support their stances. Each acts as though their respective authorities are absolutely correct. To me it is a ridiculous clown show! Acting as though you are certain of things you are not actually certain of is just plain ridiculous! I say, the wise will leave the matter open and be ready for any new discoveries to alter their current views on the true nature of reality"

[Sacateca]

MY COMMENT:
"Well, what's the matter? Have I single-handedly defeated ALL you blind faith skeptics and put you in your place? Hey, that's quite impressive, if you think about it. All I had backing me up is the Spirit of Mother Nature's Intent to clear away the imposed Bildergerg 'fog' of the mind that has been insidiously instilled in us through the Bilderberg agenda approved scholastic systems and their MIND CONTROL media.
From my studies I now believe that, since it's inception, MK-Ultra mind control techniques have been secretly transferred to the television media. Only THEIR APPROVED programs make into THEIR MEDIA. Those programs...they should have used a different term. I mean PROGRAMS makes it quite evident that THEY are using television to PROGRAM YOUR MINDS!!!!
I'd say it's true that television is indeed the ULTIMATE HYPNOTIST!!!
You bunch of skeptic suckers who always fall for whatever "official story" the media vomits on you!!! Whether it be about UFOs, or psychic abilities, or 9/11 or whatever the *** they want to PROGRAM you with. You skeptic suckers are easy blind faith bait for the masters of societies. You are unwitting proverbial lab rat idiots!!!
I hear they call you "sheeple" and they laugh as they say it. You skeptics are a bunch of well programmed, blind faith morons; blindly believing everything people like Michael Shermer say as though he's the 27th coming of whatshisface!"

[Sacateca]

MY COMMENT:
Atheist science and it's representatives, like Mr Shermer, would like to have you believe that all truly intelligent people do not believe in God. They would like you to blindly believe this at face value AND YOU BLIND FAITH SKEPTIC SUCKERS USUALLY DO!!! 
Just because people like Michael Shermer come off as though every truly intelligent person does not believe in God you suckers fall for it!!! Well, I believe there are MANY very intelligent genius scientists who believe there is some sort of intelligent consciousness controlling reality and I believe the proverbial 'father' of Quantum theory was one of those geniuses!!! 
"All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.”
-Max Planck
It is said that the great Quantum Physics genius Erwin Schroedinger was profoundly influenced by Vedic thought. That means his view of quantum reality would be much more in alignment with that of Deepak Chopra than Michael Shermer. 
So don't be fooled into thinking that all truly intelligent people are staunch atheist skeptics!

[NagualHuman]

I think that Saca-Teca is very resentful, when some starts to lie into his face and he  does not withstand anyone who do not know truth, because they cannot know what is truth, until they grasp it really, strictly compatly and seriously, the essence and intent, the magic that bounds it all, that is between, Saca-Teca knows this.

[Sacateca]

I guess the Hofner bass I originally ordered was on perpetual back-order for a reason. Suddenly I realized that I don't want to always be thinking of Paul McCartney when I go into the recording/rehearsal studio so I just bought this bass instead to inspire me to rehearse. I've always liked this style of Music Man bass and...the price is right!:

[Sacateca]

NagualHuman wrote:I think that Saca-Teca is very resentful, when some starts to lie into his face and he  does not withstand anyone who do not know truth, because they cannot know what is truth, until they grasp it really, strictly compatly and seriously, the essence and intent, the magic that bounds it all, that is between, Saca-Teca knows this.It's just that trickery seems to be the way of the Spirit. You can't be certain of anything, for crying out loud!!! It seems the Spirit wants one to be comfortable in a state of uncertainty and I feel that sucks!!! However, I can't complain about how good the Spirit has been to me. It's just that lying and trickery seems to be the underlying way of the fucking universe whether I like or not!! No matter how much I try to fine tune my intuition I still find myself periodically wrong and humbled. Maybe that's the whole point of the trickery; to keep one humble and always ready to find one is wrong.
So, we all need to be on our toes and not all fired certain we are on the best path for our particular needs.

It is my belief that the best of all paths includes increasing Health, Strength, Over-flowing Prosperity and Loving Gratitude and Appreciation. Everything else is a luxury, but THESE THINGS are ABSOLUTE NECESSITIES...at least for me.

[NagualHuman]

I agree serloco, too muh time I has been wrong as I tried to remain sweet and too much times humility took my nerves and the anger and need to prove that it does not exist, grown me into anger and conceit, but luckily the path, journey and the more gruesome, the more we are to show who we truly are and finding the strenght to remain calm and steady in cyclone, your words inspired me to write this.

World of men is cruel and there is no escape from the futility in reality, sorcerers knows this and rather vanish into the other side, dissapear from this vast uncomforning solidity into the fluidum of magic, abstractum elementis dominant. The world we are livin everyday in is not how it was ment to be and warriors keenly, in wsidom with crystal clear perception decide, with meticulous precission to put the madness of struggle, to an end. Through the eternal self from infinity into the momental presence, rapidly without putting theirs eyes off guard for a moment, they are ready to intercept the flow anytime, awaiting for the impulse, if the consequences does not seems fit.
They realize the power of spirit, through themselves for the good of the whole reality around and nothing can stop unbending intent of attention that is beign keenly aware of possibilites and options, in circumstance. Sorcerers dexterously operate through matter, time and continuum as their senses and reflexes are aware of the speed of light through which dreams happens to be made same as the singular elements of them.

[Sacateca]

"All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.”
-Max Planck

MY REPLY TO A SKEPTIC:
WHY SHOULD ANYONE
TRUST YOUR JACKASS OPINION
OVER THAT OF MAX PLANCK?
WHO THE *** ARE YOU?
A NOTHING NOBODY!!!
A JACKASS FUCKING MORON!!
AN EAT **** SAVANT!!
((( SPIT!!! )))

[Sacateca]

NagualHuman wrote:I agree serloco, too muh time I has been wrong as I tried to remain sweet and too much times humility took my nerves and the anger and need to prove that it does not exist, grown me into anger and conceit, but luckily the path, journey and the more gruesome, the more we are to show who we truly are and finding the strenght to remain calm and steady in cyclone, your words inspired me to write this.

World of men is cruel and there is no escape from the futility in reality, sorcerers knows this and rather vanish into the other side, dissapear from this vast uncomforning solidity, the fluidum of magic, abstractum elementis dominant. The world we are livin everyday in is not how it was ment to be and warriors keenly, in wsidom with crystal clear perception decide, with meticulous precission to put the madness of struggle, to an end. Through the eternal self from infinity into the momental presence, rapidly without putting theirs eyes off guard for a moment, they are ready to intercept the flow anytime, awaiting for the impulse, if the consequences does not seems fit.
They realize the power of spirit, through themselves for the good of whole world around and nothing can stop unbending intent of attention that is beign keenly aware of possibilites and options, in circumstance. Sorcerers dexterously operate through matter, time and continuum as their senses and reflexes are aware of the speed of light through which dreams happen to be made as do the singular elements of them.
In the Castaneda book The Power of Silence don Juan should have said that resorting to trickery is usually the way of the Spirit. The Spirit OBVIOUSLY enjoys resorting to trickery and is by nature a trickster. If don Juan would have said this he would have prepared all those on the path of Universal Knowledge as to what they can expect. 
Trickery

Lies

Deceit

Obviously...for the FUN OF IT!!!

I can see no other reason why the Spirit tends to resort to lies and trickery except it feels that is an entertaining and fun way to deal with the human race!!! I guess when you are so very rich that planets like this are COMPLETELY EXPENDABLE trickery, for fun, becomes the order of the day.

WHAT THE *** ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO ASSUME, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!

[Littlepaw]

Nice looking bass. I am looking to buy a new bass also. What kind of stuff you play? This is me at an open mic night