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"And so now we may turn to him, as did Adriadne. The flax for the linen of his thread he has gathered from the fields of the human imagination. Centuries of husbandry, decades of diligent culling, the work of numerous hearts and hands, have gone into the hacking, sorting and spinning of the tightly twisted yarn. Furthermore, we have not even to risk the adventure alone; for the heroes of all time have gone before us; the labyrinth is thoroughly known."
Joseph Campbell - The Hero with a Thousand Faces.
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<<This is a serious breakthough and let's not let it slide.>>
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"A Plea to Heaven"
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In terms of the total volume of observable space and time, this is largest expansion of human consciousness ever. Nothing else even comes close.
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Now we find ourselves with the tools and the knowledge to begin asking those questions in a rational way. I think it's going to take interdisiplinary efforts, an openness to different ideas, a willingness to investigate and even change long held beliefs, and imagination to solve the "creation" questions.
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Here is the wall, the mighty mighty wall. Impregnable. Unbreachable. Built meticulously, stone by stone over the centuries. Forever dividing the knowledge of mankind into the sacred categories. Manned by the gaurdians of faith on one side, and the guardians of pure rationality on the other. Only to be attempted by the quacks, the heretics, and the insane...
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One of the first things we're taught as children about the stars is the Dippers. The skies have been painted by our ancestors with the mythologies of the human psyche. But it has always seemed to me that there is much more than human projection going on when I look at the two dippers circling around one of the two poles, alternately giving and receiving, circling around that one star that's close but not quite at the center.
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>>The basis for their ignorance is personal and shall not be changed by mortal man.<<
No, the basis is more deeply grounded in the role they were called on to play. Do not judge until you have fully measured the forces at play here.
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>>To the contrary I love you so much that I will warn you that if you continue down the path you're on you surely will die. Follow my path I have laid out for .. because I know the end from the beginning ... and you will surely live. Now which is Love?<<
Learn to differentiate between the love of power and control (who calls you to your knees?) and the love of life (who sets you free?). To your suffering God of power and might I say "Give me liberty or give me death". I have no patience for the fear mongering of petty tyrants or the voice of the master calling the slaves and then calling it love. Prometheous has stolen the fire, tell your master to come and get me if he can...
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You must be willing to die forever, to give to those who hate you, that which you so desperately want for yourself.
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>>and none of us can approach the perfect throne of our Creator except by His grace<<
Just to let you know that the human eye has a blind spot where the optical nerve connects with the back of the eye .... Created in the image of God we are...
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>>"...Satan ie Lucifer ie devil is in the throne room of God making accusations against the saints."<<
Well actually it's a bunch of 10 year old hackers who managed to get in via cyberspace and decided that as long as they're there they might as well make a few small but needed changes to the rulesets...
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The entire mythological complex has been co-opted and played out to it's own ends by the souls of your own children both straight and gay. This house of hate is coming down and quite frankly there is nothing you can do to stop it.
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There are new voices in the firmament, even now I can hear them. It's the sound of children singing... And they are coming home.
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So send the boogey man, tell him to come and get me if he can. Let him chase me into that black hole and I will teach him how to fly. Tell him he can find me where he never expected. Tell him I'll be waiting for him with an open hand. Singing the music of the spheres and dancing on the craters of the moon.
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