SilverRose

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  1. For years I have wondered why when the wizard/magician, whoever, says 'Open Says Me', the door opens.

    This seems a great tool for Spiritual Growth, if used to remain in the NOW. No matter what you are doing at 'the moment', your intention does not change. Maybe 'agenda' is another word for this...Long term goal?

    Probably 'agenda' & 'long term goal' are not enough to describe this powerful tool available to us.

    Maybe intention is not the word. Volition must be the word for this?

    I have much respect for the ancient ways, and 'religions'. Maybe some of the 'work' they do is in developing Volition?

    Comments Appreciated!

    PEACE

    http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/4...sages/1049.html

  2. this is not meant to be 'intolerant,' although I'm sure many will see it that way:

    the point should be on getting to the root of the problem and dealing with it, rather than 'catering' to the problem by seeing it as nothing more than a 'lifestyle choice'...

    reason 1: this 'trend' leads people to be below the functioning level;

    reason 2: they're not encouraged to live up to their true potential.

  3. Anyways, to make it simpler for those who just think of people such as myself as evil, depraved perverts, I will refer to my lifestyle as a sick perversion so those who prefer this point of view can feel sufficiently justified and righteous.

    Anyways, the story of the depraved, perverted Lord Occult starts real early. You see, Lord Occultis was born on March 9th, 1973. He grew up in the typical white suburb, with the typical white fence, two brothers and a dog. Life was not easy for the fledgling pervert, because sadly God in His infinite wisdom decided to give Lord Occultis A.D.D, a bad disposition and a whole slew of emotional problems that led little Occultis to crack the normal, decent youth of his suburb in the head with his fists.

    So while Lord Occultis was assaulting the decent, freshly scrubbed and superior normal people who properly refered to him as a retard for being in Special Ed, not including assaulting little Occultis's older brother who God blessed with Dyslexia, little Occultis was trying to make his way in life.

    Anyways, to the not so salacious stuff (sorry, we don't let Jerry Springer use us for his freak show for you to righteously mock and laugh at us, sorry)..When little Occultis was reaching the age of, oh 4th grade, his strange and sickening perversion popped up. See, since we were all grouped together in Special Ed together, unfortunately some of the physically disabled students unfortunately were incontinent. Hence diapers. Hence the growth of the strange, disgusting and depraved perversion that I am writing about. Anyways, since I was prepubescent, I just ifgured in my infinite ignorance this strange interest was that, a strange interest.

    Alas, Lord Occultis hit puberty (sorry, they don't sterilize us anymore or castrate us anymore, so yes, we are breeding, my apologies). Suddenly, his strange interest took on sexual and emotional aspects. Suddenly, in the full blossom of burgeoning hormones, our erstwhile youth suddenly started saving his lunch money for Depends. Alas, little Occultis's parents, who naturally wished to dissuade the pervert's interest, began their campaign of shame and punishment. Again, because he was an evil seed (one of the unwashed, unbaptized masses that are naturally Hellbound) this did not dissuade little Occultis.

    Many psychiatrists later, still unable to root the perversion from the demented, depraved, sick, disgusting and amoral psyche of young Occultis, his parents decided to "ignore' it. Things became better when Occultis could flee the home of his parents and run into the loving arms of the Scarlet Lady of Mystery Babylon.

    What, may you ask, has this to do with my title "Proud to be a Pervert". Thank you for asking, gentle readers.

    I finally realized it was allright to be a pervert. When you strip away your social conventions and the fact that you have created a diety that is the simple apothosification of yourselves, in effect diefying yourselves, you realize that the Emperor wears no clothes. Indeed, for every upstanding citizen of the community, you usually find a hypocritical, self-rightous drone who hasn't the guts, fortitude or honesty to be anything other then a well trained drone. So yes, I am immensely proud to be a pervert, because otherwise I'd join the milling armies of faceless drones who are so brainwashed they don't even know their drones.

    This is Lord Occultis and I endorse this message. Say no to conformity, or end up a mindless drone like the masses of drones that squirm like mindless, sightless maggots on this hypocritical continent we call the United States of America!

    LO: here is a question for you... please think about it:

    are you Happy? are you truly contented with yourself as you are and your life?

    asking because the majority of your posts suggest that you're not

  4. I havent and dont approach you, if you say something I either agree with or dont agree with, I respond. Clumping us all in the same group is wrong for so many reasons. I dont wear special underwear like the Mormons

    that's TMI, Robin-- Too Much Info.!!! :rolleyes::tease:

    and I dont believe in their book of Mormon. I dont go door to door or approach someone on the street. I have been known to preach in public, but it is your choice to listen or leave. Those I have talked to about the word person to person, are usually those who have asked me first. If not and we are having a conversation I ask them if I can ask them a few questions. i do not seek any notches in my Bible Belt, any notches belong to God.

  5. You and I, once

    Solitary travelers on this ship called Life,

    Meeting, embracing my deepest emotions and full belief

    That we were destined to be together and share the journey.

    How much can happen in an instant!

    Flesh-and-blood harmonizing in the briefest encounter

    As butterfly wings or the strength to move mountains

    Unable to foresee the tragedy ahead.

    I remember, as a girl, romanticizing death

    As if it were nothing but a shimmery poetic word

    Without the force of power to ever claim me

    Nor touch anyone else with its reality.

    Til now, I did not know! I did not realize!

    Til now, I did not see that the fragileness of Life

    In the shortest unseen moment-flash

    Can, in itself, cause eternity to become emptiness.

    My plans have changed.

    No longer do I wish to return to

    The place where I lived in days of joy and happiness,

    But for my ashes to be scattered where you died-

    For there, too, ended my hopes and dreams.

    I strain to hear your voice in the wind

    But you are not there.

    And I move silently thru the days

    As if the sunlight no longer exists,

    For it means nothing, holds nothing, in your absence

    And the flame of hope has been extinguished.

    The nights are darker, colder than ever before-

    Chilled by tears and unspoken words.

    No one understands.

    Still, as for so long, attempting to push and pull me

    In the direction of Elsewhere

    With not a concern as to where I've needed to be.

    In the past, not so long ago, I had such a fear of dying.

    But now it is different.

    Something inside tells me it is o.k. to let go,

    To pass peacefully,

    If to be able to take your hand.

    But as he made her promise to continue life

    To not give up, as I am pressed to do

    For my heart to stop beating,

    As their song played the refrain unforgotten

    An ache inside, rising, causing the chords to change

    To the haunting melody in the distance-

    Nearer, My God, To Thee.

  6. Although, my four-year-old niece is about as wise as a person as I know.

    I'm not surprised...

    your comment brought up this question: how frequently do you (or anyone else) think it is that a youngster is truly "wise" (or other positive qualities) UNTIL someone comes along and presses the child to doubt himself?

  7. I agree with my religion's general view: "We don't know. We have no way of knowing. So, rather than wasting precious time speculating, it makes more sense to do what we can with the life we have in front of us 'this day'." :)

    personally, I don't believe in any 'afterlife.'

  8. well rose, i suppose it's not just groups (schools of thought) but just different ways of thinking. gimme whatever you've got :)

    figure it this way: people's outlook & approach re: "the purpose of____" (fill in blanks- everything of importance in a person's life) is the main factor which influences how they go about life in general.

    if you're interested in that subject, try this: http://www.lulu.com/content/2463007 :)