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Diuretic;499479 wrote: Jeez Acc that was pretty powerful, I was thinking about getting counselling myself after I read that .... don't take a shot at me will ya mate, I might not recover!
Posts usually tell us as much about the poster as they do the information he wants to broadcast.
Forget counselling, though. Fixed people are boring.
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Forget counselling, though. Fixed people are boring.
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spot;493130 wrote: James, it would be interesting to hear a biographical sketch of your own involvement with people who professed themselves to be Christian. Start at the beginning, tell what happened, avoid censoring....I'd read that....it would be enlightening.
Very well, spot. Since you keep importuning me to do this then I will. (And not because it's Christmas, mind you, but just to get some peace.)
As well as seeing Christians on television and in films I have also experienced them in the flesh, if you must know. For example, I've dated several women who claimed to be Christian. Let me tell you about one of them I dated a few years ago - quite a few years ago now, in fact. We dated each other for a whole summer, her and I. Ah, what a heavenly summer that was, spot! I will select just one scene at random from my affaire d'amour with the Christian woman and describe it to you. For the sake of convenience (and also because I am a man of discretion) I will refer to her as 'lover #276'. One of the scenes which comes to mind from that enchanted summer I spent with lover #276 was as follows....
~o0o~
One time during that unforgettable summer it was a glorious evening in Glasgow as I made my way through the city's uncanny streets to lover #276's apartment. So glorious was that evening, in fact, that it seemed to affect the normal workings of the proprioceptory systems of my brain and body for there were times when I felt that I was not so much walking as gliding along several centimetres above the ground. But that is not all. The sheer glory of the evening made it seem as if life had some kind of meaning (Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit here. At any rate, I found myself not only toying with the idea that life had meaning but almost yielding to the temptation to believe that it was actually true.).
High above me the sky was clear and powder blue as it had been all day long and whenever I looked at it I had thought: How can something as vile and absurd as the Christian religion possibly exist under a sky as beautiful as that? This thought was still turning over in my mind when I entered lover #276's apartment and she greeted me coolly and mechanically - like a doctor.
'Take off your clothes', she said.
I started to undress. (Lover #276 was already undressed.) The sun shone into the apartment and onto my clothes as they became discarded on the floor near the base of a life-size statue of Boris Karloff qua The Mummy. As I unbuckled my belt I glanced through the window at the evening sky.
'How can something as vile and absurd as the...', I began to say when lover #276 interrupted me.
'I want us to do something different this evening', she said.
I studied her eyes. They were more inscrutable than a cat's.
'But haven't we done...everything?', I asked, puzzled.
She shook her head.
'No: not everything', she purred.
I finished undressing. Lover #276 led me into the kitchen where she produced a jar of honey from a cupboard. She held out the jar to me. Then she climbed onto the kitchen table and lay back facing me.
'I want you to cover every part of me in honey', she said. 'And I want you to do it softly...slowly' (and here she gave out a little laugh) '...sweetly.'
I looked at the jar of honey. It was a rare form of Lebanese honey. I had tasted it in the Middle East years before. It was expensive, delicious and stingless. I proceeded to do what lover #276 had asked. I covered her skin all over in honey. Softly...slowly...sweetly. After I completed this labour of love I stood back and contemplated lover #276.
In the evening sunlight her honey-covered body appeared lit up in the most delightful way - rather like the way the gilt lettering on the spine of a book gets lit up by it. (Lover #276's body was simply fabulous, spot. It was a masterpiece of nature. There wasn't a pound of excess fat on it. In my view, to be more than ten ounces heavier than one's ideal body weight is a sign of spiritual decay.) I lifted my eyes from lover #276 and looked through the kitchen window at the evening sky again which had turned pinky blue in parts. In the distance a flock of crows exploded in mid-air. How can something as vile and absurd as the Christian religion possibly exist under a sky as beautiful as that?, I asked myself for the thousandth time that day.
Then I looked back at the electric body of lover #276 lying supine on the kitchen table and recalled the thought which came into my mind when I saw her for the very first time in The Bar Of Infinite Darkness as she gazed idly at the resident madness and horror of that place. This thought - Why isn't she amazed at herself? (Shall I ever forget that first encounter with lover #276, spot? Shall I ever forget how my cocktail moved directly towards her with me clutching it? Shall I ever forget how I became strangely oblivious to the scenes of Pandemonium around me as I drew closer to her with each step? Shall I ever forget how the entire universe seemed to jump for joy in the knowledge that she and I would at last meet? No, spot. I shall never forget.) But back to the apartment kitchen where you were just a moment ago...
As I stood in that kitchen lost in amazement at the indescribable loveliness of lover #276 - yes, at that very moment in which I was utterly enraptured by her - she looked up at me from the table on which she lay, held out her arms and said:
'Come to me, big boy. Fill me, thrill me with fantastic terrors never felt before!'*
~o0o~
* Clearly, spot, lover #276 was into Poe.
Very well, spot. Since you keep importuning me to do this then I will. (And not because it's Christmas, mind you, but just to get some peace.)
As well as seeing Christians on television and in films I have also experienced them in the flesh, if you must know. For example, I've dated several women who claimed to be Christian. Let me tell you about one of them I dated a few years ago - quite a few years ago now, in fact. We dated each other for a whole summer, her and I. Ah, what a heavenly summer that was, spot! I will select just one scene at random from my affaire d'amour with the Christian woman and describe it to you. For the sake of convenience (and also because I am a man of discretion) I will refer to her as 'lover #276'. One of the scenes which comes to mind from that enchanted summer I spent with lover #276 was as follows....
~o0o~
One time during that unforgettable summer it was a glorious evening in Glasgow as I made my way through the city's uncanny streets to lover #276's apartment. So glorious was that evening, in fact, that it seemed to affect the normal workings of the proprioceptory systems of my brain and body for there were times when I felt that I was not so much walking as gliding along several centimetres above the ground. But that is not all. The sheer glory of the evening made it seem as if life had some kind of meaning (Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit here. At any rate, I found myself not only toying with the idea that life had meaning but almost yielding to the temptation to believe that it was actually true.).
High above me the sky was clear and powder blue as it had been all day long and whenever I looked at it I had thought: How can something as vile and absurd as the Christian religion possibly exist under a sky as beautiful as that? This thought was still turning over in my mind when I entered lover #276's apartment and she greeted me coolly and mechanically - like a doctor.
'Take off your clothes', she said.
I started to undress. (Lover #276 was already undressed.) The sun shone into the apartment and onto my clothes as they became discarded on the floor near the base of a life-size statue of Boris Karloff qua The Mummy. As I unbuckled my belt I glanced through the window at the evening sky.
'How can something as vile and absurd as the...', I began to say when lover #276 interrupted me.
'I want us to do something different this evening', she said.
I studied her eyes. They were more inscrutable than a cat's.
'But haven't we done...everything?', I asked, puzzled.
She shook her head.
'No: not everything', she purred.
I finished undressing. Lover #276 led me into the kitchen where she produced a jar of honey from a cupboard. She held out the jar to me. Then she climbed onto the kitchen table and lay back facing me.
'I want you to cover every part of me in honey', she said. 'And I want you to do it softly...slowly' (and here she gave out a little laugh) '...sweetly.'
I looked at the jar of honey. It was a rare form of Lebanese honey. I had tasted it in the Middle East years before. It was expensive, delicious and stingless. I proceeded to do what lover #276 had asked. I covered her skin all over in honey. Softly...slowly...sweetly. After I completed this labour of love I stood back and contemplated lover #276.
In the evening sunlight her honey-covered body appeared lit up in the most delightful way - rather like the way the gilt lettering on the spine of a book gets lit up by it. (Lover #276's body was simply fabulous, spot. It was a masterpiece of nature. There wasn't a pound of excess fat on it. In my view, to be more than ten ounces heavier than one's ideal body weight is a sign of spiritual decay.) I lifted my eyes from lover #276 and looked through the kitchen window at the evening sky again which had turned pinky blue in parts. In the distance a flock of crows exploded in mid-air. How can something as vile and absurd as the Christian religion possibly exist under a sky as beautiful as that?, I asked myself for the thousandth time that day.
Then I looked back at the electric body of lover #276 lying supine on the kitchen table and recalled the thought which came into my mind when I saw her for the very first time in The Bar Of Infinite Darkness as she gazed idly at the resident madness and horror of that place. This thought - Why isn't she amazed at herself? (Shall I ever forget that first encounter with lover #276, spot? Shall I ever forget how my cocktail moved directly towards her with me clutching it? Shall I ever forget how I became strangely oblivious to the scenes of Pandemonium around me as I drew closer to her with each step? Shall I ever forget how the entire universe seemed to jump for joy in the knowledge that she and I would at last meet? No, spot. I shall never forget.) But back to the apartment kitchen where you were just a moment ago...
As I stood in that kitchen lost in amazement at the indescribable loveliness of lover #276 - yes, at that very moment in which I was utterly enraptured by her - she looked up at me from the table on which she lay, held out her arms and said:
'Come to me, big boy. Fill me, thrill me with fantastic terrors never felt before!'*
~o0o~
* Clearly, spot, lover #276 was into Poe.
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That's not even mere evasion, that's outright lying. James, you have more problems than the Titanic after the boiler room flooded.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
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Let me tell you about one of them I dated a few years ago - quite a few years ago now, in fact. We dated each other for a whole summer, her and I.
A whole summer! WOW!
What was it? School vacation? What grade were you in when you spent the whole summer reading playboy magazines?
You fear women and their strength. What did your mother do to you? Did you spend part of your fall vacation mutilating small animals?
You need to get a grip on reality and the rest of the worlds population and come out of your cocoon of shredded razors before you get into serious trouble. I feel sorry for you. You need to understand the difference in love and hate, mean and nice, spiteful and sorrowful before you can truely grow up and become an adult.
Bless your heart.
A whole summer! WOW!
What was it? School vacation? What grade were you in when you spent the whole summer reading playboy magazines?
You fear women and their strength. What did your mother do to you? Did you spend part of your fall vacation mutilating small animals?
You need to get a grip on reality and the rest of the worlds population and come out of your cocoon of shredded razors before you get into serious trouble. I feel sorry for you. You need to understand the difference in love and hate, mean and nice, spiteful and sorrowful before you can truely grow up and become an adult.
Bless your heart.
When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before.
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Was it that she was a Christian that bothers you or that you were so obedient?
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Magenta flame;499828 wrote: Are we to assume you've had over 274 lovers.??????????
Assume? Why just assume that I have had over 276 lovers when I gave you enough grounds in my earlier post (#154) to know that the women who have loved me (and I them) far exceed that number? Recall what I said in my earlier post, Magenta flame: I said that my affaire d'amour with lover #276 was 'a few years ago - quite a few years ago now, in fact'. Needless to say, in the course of the years which have passed since then there have been many other women who have loved me (and I them). You, Magenta flame, are only the latest....
Assume? Why just assume that I have had over 276 lovers when I gave you enough grounds in my earlier post (#154) to know that the women who have loved me (and I them) far exceed that number? Recall what I said in my earlier post, Magenta flame: I said that my affaire d'amour with lover #276 was 'a few years ago - quite a few years ago now, in fact'. Needless to say, in the course of the years which have passed since then there have been many other women who have loved me (and I them). You, Magenta flame, are only the latest....
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#154 Hope lover#276 thinks as fondly of you!
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[quote=Glaswegian;499759]
(....all that crap before....)
As I stood in that kitchen lost in amazement at the indescribable loveliness of lover #276 - yes, at that very moment in which I was utterly enraptured by her - she looked up at me from the table on which she lay, held out her arms and said:
'Come to me, big boy. Fill me, thrill me with fantastic terrors never felt before!'*
~o0o~
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:yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl
Good God. That's the funniest "smut" I've ever read. It just is. You got me rolling when the honey came out of the cupboard.
:wah:
(....all that crap before....)
As I stood in that kitchen lost in amazement at the indescribable loveliness of lover #276 - yes, at that very moment in which I was utterly enraptured by her - she looked up at me from the table on which she lay, held out her arms and said:
'Come to me, big boy. Fill me, thrill me with fantastic terrors never felt before!'*
~o0o~
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:yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl
Good God. That's the funniest "smut" I've ever read. It just is. You got me rolling when the honey came out of the cupboard.
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koan;495899 wrote: You sound as though you know what you are talking about. How many paths have you traveled?
Surely, if you were working the qabbalah, you'd understand why the assignations are important.
Occultists like you, koan, are really no different from the Big Infants who cling to Christianity. As an occultist, you no doubt view Christianity as utter nonsense: or, at the very least, as moribund. The traditional form of spirituality dished out by the Christian religion is not to your taste at all: you can't stand that cold Christian gruel, can you? It is just too bland, too flat...too common...for your refined spiritual palate which needs something more exotic and spicy. You require a more sophisticated form of spirituality because you know that Nietzsche's dictum that Christianity is simply 'metaphysics for the rabble' is true. By embracing occultism and its esoteric doctrines you like to think of yourself as having 'moved on' from traditional religion. But you haven't moved on inwardly in any way. Because all you have done is merely exchange one set of delusional beliefs for another.
Many Christians view Science as villainous because it has operated like a pin at Religion's balloon party and in its wake all the supernatural fantasies and delusions traditionally sustained and supported by Christianity now lie torn and shrivelled. And this is another reason why I think that the occultist is, at bottom, no different from the Christian. For the occultist is also deeply resentful of Science for its having accomplished the disenchantment or de-magification of the world. Occultists, like Christians, cannot forgive Science for showing humankind that its belief in gods and goddesses (and all that other airy-fairy stuff) is just childish and silly - or to put it less painfully - that its belief in these things is unwarranted.
Surely, if you were working the qabbalah, you'd understand why the assignations are important.
Occultists like you, koan, are really no different from the Big Infants who cling to Christianity. As an occultist, you no doubt view Christianity as utter nonsense: or, at the very least, as moribund. The traditional form of spirituality dished out by the Christian religion is not to your taste at all: you can't stand that cold Christian gruel, can you? It is just too bland, too flat...too common...for your refined spiritual palate which needs something more exotic and spicy. You require a more sophisticated form of spirituality because you know that Nietzsche's dictum that Christianity is simply 'metaphysics for the rabble' is true. By embracing occultism and its esoteric doctrines you like to think of yourself as having 'moved on' from traditional religion. But you haven't moved on inwardly in any way. Because all you have done is merely exchange one set of delusional beliefs for another.
Many Christians view Science as villainous because it has operated like a pin at Religion's balloon party and in its wake all the supernatural fantasies and delusions traditionally sustained and supported by Christianity now lie torn and shrivelled. And this is another reason why I think that the occultist is, at bottom, no different from the Christian. For the occultist is also deeply resentful of Science for its having accomplished the disenchantment or de-magification of the world. Occultists, like Christians, cannot forgive Science for showing humankind that its belief in gods and goddesses (and all that other airy-fairy stuff) is just childish and silly - or to put it less painfully - that its belief in these things is unwarranted.
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I have no problem with Christianity. Or with science.
I only have problems with certain people not with ideas.
I only have problems with certain people not with ideas.
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I hope you have a wonderful news year glas.....come talk to us on the other threads...i would like to get to know you .:-6
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guppy;500962 wrote: I hope you have a wonderful news year glas.....come talk to us on the other threads...i would like to get to know you .:-6
Thanks guppy. I hope you have a great new year as well. Maybe I will visit the other threads. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself thoroughly on this one.
Thanks guppy. I hope you have a great new year as well. Maybe I will visit the other threads. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself thoroughly on this one.
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Glaswegian;500973 wrote: Thanks guppy. I hope you have a great new year as well. Maybe I will visit the other threads. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself thoroughly on this one.
Yes, we can hear your laughter. Your pain-filled, tearful laughter.
Yes, we can hear your laughter. Your pain-filled, tearful laughter.
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Glaswegian;500973 wrote: Thanks guppy. I hope you have a great new year as well. Maybe I will visit the other threads. But in the meantime I'm enjoying myself thoroughly on this one.
thought as much.....:wah: have fun....
thought as much.....:wah: have fun....
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Accountable;500976 wrote: Yes, we can hear your laughter. Your pain-filled, tearful laughter.
Lighten up, Accountable. You're gonna give yourself an ulcer.
Lighten up, Accountable. You're gonna give yourself an ulcer.
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Glaswegian;500989 wrote: Lighten up, Accountable. You're gonna give yourself an ulcer.
Dunno what you're on about.
Dunno what you're on about.
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I don't know about the laughter of a Christian, because the "christians" who I've known recently don't laugh much. But the rest of that post was on target and thought provoking for me.
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Saffron;501069 wrote: I don't know about the laughter of a Christian, because the "christians" who I've known recently don't laugh much. But the rest of that post was on target and thought provoking for me.
Cheers, Saffron.
Cheers, Saffron.
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Magenta flame;501129 wrote: Oh god, I just threw up a little bit in my mouth after reading that.:-2
Ah, how well I know that symptom, Magenta flame. And how honest you are to tell me about it. But you have to tell me, don't you? For what it demonstrates beyond a shadow of a doubt is that you are sick with love for me. But that is not all you feel, is it? Your love for me is now driving you insane. Why else has that song been playing in the back of your mind for days and nights now? The one that I can hear at the opposite end of the world from you. The following one....
Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy
On the [computer] screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there
Are traces of a cad about the boy
Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a schoolgirl
In the flurry of her first affair
Will it ever cloy?
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy!
Ah, how well I know that symptom, Magenta flame. And how honest you are to tell me about it. But you have to tell me, don't you? For what it demonstrates beyond a shadow of a doubt is that you are sick with love for me. But that is not all you feel, is it? Your love for me is now driving you insane. Why else has that song been playing in the back of your mind for days and nights now? The one that I can hear at the opposite end of the world from you. The following one....
Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy
On the [computer] screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there
Are traces of a cad about the boy
Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows I'm not a schoolgirl
In the flurry of her first affair
Will it ever cloy?
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy!
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I have no idea what this "gentleman" said about me and really couldn't care less. As I've read the last several pages, skipping glassyeyes posts I'm not sure if I should roar with laughter or just feel sorry. My sense is kind of running at 50/50. Some of those responses are priceless.
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