I think that everyone occasionally
thinks of a person from their past who they have some type of regret
attached to them. It doesn't necessarily have to fit the category of
"someone whom you've wronged" either. Things happen in life, and we don't always
handle it well. We may have been intentionally or unintentionally rude,
dismissive, or lacking the will to help someone. Or... maybe it could
be something more overt that you did. Now, these things have obviously
been directed to you by people at times too. However, this isn't about
them; this is about who you are! It could also just be someone whom you
wish you could have acknowledged in some way and at some point; to tell
them that they were important or valued, or maybe someone who you wished
that you would have thanked.
I remember many years ago as a
little boy, my mom used to take me to this hotdog stand at the
Serramonte Shopping Center in Daly City. It was across the mall from
the old Longs Drugs, in a little supermarket that was once there. The stand was
part of the supermarket, but right along the edge of the mall. A women
who was probably at least 85 years old worked there. She must have been
someone's grandmother, great-grandmother, and was still working. She had
an apron and little visor on. Maybe she was just making some extra
money, but it seems more likely that it may have been necessary. The hot
dogs were great, in quality, the soft buns, and the condiments. Especially the double dog, with the wide buns, with mustard and relish! I wish I
could have thanked her in some way; acknowledged her somehow. I still
very much remember her, so maybe that's something.
One time Ken, an old
friend of my late father, was doing some work around my mother's house.
He was very intelligent and yet had some eccentricities about him, which
some people were fond of. He had some past demons that he had overcome, but
his children from an early marriage of his were intentionally not in contact with him anymore; never forgiving him for not being available for them, or something to
that extent. He regretted it, but rarely spoke of it. As the saying
goes: "No matter how much you've changed, you still must answer for what
you've done." Once while doing some work at the house, he was extremely negligent
regarding something, and I was very angry. I wasn't speaking to him for a
good while, and for a damn good reason. If he came around, I would
avoid him. Some time later, I thought I'd just call him. Well, I found
out that Ken had died.
Another time Jim, a guy who was more of a
friend of a friend, used some very colorful language around someone whom he
should not have. It wasn't directed there, but he still said it. Aside
from some rough moments, he was a good guy. However, this was pretty
cringeworthy. I let him know about it, and he listened, and took it. I
wasn't not talking to him after that, but I hadn't seen him for awhile.
Without going into detail, Jim was killed in a manner which was mostly of his
own doing. It wasn't really a suicide or overdose, but I'll just pass on
the details. In this case, I have no practical reason to feel any guilt
at all. However, I do have some, due to the last time I spoke to him.
Maybe I should have just let it slide...
In the case of Ken, it
wasn't that I owed him an apology, but I didn't actually write
him off. It still went down as though I had. Then we can all think of family
things, such as thinking back that maybe I should have called my
grandmother more often, or made a point to go back to the Northwoods to
visit her more often. She came out to California as much as she could over the years.
There are other situations where I was younger, and I maybe wasn't
available for some people that I should have been. I'm not saying that
I'm agonizing with guilt, but there are things that could be said,
should be said, but we may not have had the chance to say them. I think this is a
little different than all of the quotes which say something like "don't
regret anything, learn from it."
I'm speaking of things that are
more like loose strings. Something doesn't feel quite right about them.
There was either never closure or you may simply wish you could send a
message to them. When we reincarnate, part of our soul remains at source
at all times. I think we can send a message, and I think they will
receive it. Why not speak aloud to them? There's nothing like phrasing
something in your own words. At the right time, just say it! There's no
pressure now, no hurry. Maybe it can be added as a type of ongoing
ritual; a "rite of closure," or at least closure for that time period. I
actually have not done this, so I can't say how I may have felt afterwards or if it
felt like a resolved spiritual loose end was healed. I may have tried to one time,
but it wasn't the right time.
I will at least make a notation
that I would like to add this as a ritual, and it could be a very
powerful ritual. Maybe make a list of a half dozen names at a time. It's
not asking for forgiveness, although it possibly might be. Most of all,
you're conveying that you remember, and that it matters to you. It's a
part of you. It doesn't absolutely have to be someone who passed
away, although it seems logical that it would most often be. I can
think of an older man long ago that I really didn't come through for once, and I can't
change it now. I don't think that I can just look up his number in
Florida and call him to tell him that I'm sorry that I didn't come
through for him. I could express it in a letter, and it's possible that
he might share it with some people in which I wouldn't want him to share
it with. That's the chance I would have to take. Each situation is
different.
As my memory is jogged from writing this, I can think
of more people. One person I would like to apologize to in person. Just one. Also, there's a such thing as a "stupid confession," where someone happens to find themselves in a
good mood one day, and just feels like owning up to something, and they should've
thought twice about it! This should be more of thoughtful exercise.
Just make a list, maybe in Word, and see what it looks like. Again, for
those who have wronged us in some way, great or small, this isn't about
them. This is about who you are. I don't feel anything for things which were done during times of struggle. That's feels very different to me. This would seem to me to be a daytime ritual; not practiced in the night.
Lastly, some rituals are truly great during the night, but in this case you may need the
light-energy to shine it's light into those dark crevices of regret,
sorrow, and the willing message of acknowledgement you're sending to that person,
that soul. You may need the Sun's rays to help with that. The night is for energy
and spirits which you are already at peace and harmony with, and which
you're interacting with, perhaps under the Moonlight. You could bring an
offering. Maybe just something simple; a little bit of cream, an orange
peel, something to help with the energetic closure. I would also
suggest, if you have a list, of doing them in "threes".... 3, 6, or 9. I
think "three" would be good, as there's no hurry to this. This would
probably be one rite to conduct alone.
Once upon a time I was but a kid After other things In the games hid
Once upon a time I was but a teen To me the life Seemed ever green
Once upon a time I was in my youth Each opportunity was Of the heights booth
Once upon a time Was a man young Songs of romance Were by me sung
Of teen and youth Now gone are days Each age has beauty My heart now says
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So often people have said over the ages: "There wasn't enough time." I think that's true, but also we just wish there could be more time. Somewhere I heard, I don't remember where, that "if life was fair, mother's would last forever." Only two months ago, there she was sitting out on that deck behind her home, beyond the six-foot fence along the steep hillside, which is directly connected to the northern Santa Cruz Mountains. There was a little heat wave here, it was probably about 75 degrees, still, sunny, no clouds, a perfect morning. She was sipping a small glass of Lamarca wine and speaking to me. She was healthy in mind and body, although a serious health issue had arisen recently, but more of a long-term problem. That was her final day in the sun, literally and figuratively speaking, and now she's gone from this world... at least for this incarnation. She didn't suffer for long. Many languish for years in her state of the past weeks. She is free, but I will especially miss all of the laughs we had together.
She was indeed young and beautiful once, growing up in the rural Midwest, relatively poor but happy. Of course, being my mother, we are part of the same "soul group family." Although apparently roles change from life to life, I wish she could be my mother many, many times again. I couldn't have asked for a better mom. Now I have lost my mother Janet, my older sister Katherine, and my fiance Rachel. I guess they make something of a perfect spiritual trifecta for me. I wish they all could be here still, but this was what fate gave me. Maybe next time it will go better, happier, and a lot longer. In that instance, I would also have my father as well, and there would have been children and all the rest of it in this daydream. It could have gone very differently for us.
Novelist and TV personality Brad Meltzer--known for his knowledge of ancient codes, the occult, legends, and folklore--when asked about "the end of the world" within religions, legends, and folklore... started out by saying that when his mother passed away, it was "the end of the world for him," or felt like it. During my nightly exercising during these difficult last weeks, I saw the cherry blossoms blooming in the area. Even in the dim light I could make out the pink coloring, emerging in a thick pink mass on the trees. I remember from the film 'The Last Samurai', two scenes about cherry blossoms; in particular, "the perfect cherry blossom." One of her best friends was Japanese.
At the end of the film, the Emperor asked Captain Algren in regards to Katsumoto: "How did he die?" Algren responded: "I will tell you have he lived." The Emperor also said during that scene: "We cannot forget who we are, or where we came from." In the bylaws of profession sports, there's what they call a "franchise player," where a team can declare a player or two to be off-limits to be signed and taken away from the team. Life and fate, of course, offer no such thing. Perhaps it was still dark out when she passed, in an unpleasant building of strangers; however the light from the gentle spirits of her family on the other side swooped down to claim their own.
During this challenging time in my life, being largely busy during the days, I find myself walking for about an hour and 20 minutes in an old industrial park at night. Sometimes it's late, and beyond the lights along those very wide outer streets, I can see the absolute blackness of the mountains and sky... probably appearing more so due to the mild glare of these lights on my eyes. These street lamps are maybe about thirty yards apart, but illuminate the streets fairly well. If they suddenly shut off, the area would be in near blackness with just a few lights emanating from the mostly very old one-story industrial structures; constructed from a time when materials would be brought in by train, as up until about fifteen years ago there were train tracks zig-zagging through the area. There's still the old tunnel which connected the these tracks to the rail line which is still over there and operational. Somehow these streets have a dated look to them, despite being well-maintained. However, there's a certain ominous look to that outer blackness from my current perspective.
Probably due to certain health problems in recent years, my mother has unexpectedly been befallen by something called 'rapidly progressive dementia'. Two months ago during a small heat wave here, she was sipping on a little glass of Lamarca wine on her deck along the hillside behind her home. She was fine at that point. In just weeks, she regressed mentally, and I kept thinking it was temporary. The condition moved so quickly that she was unable to take care of herself, and she just kept regressing, to the point of not always remembering me. It took about seven weeks from her sitting in the sun contently, and talking on that deck, to being taken to a assisted living facility. Yes, that quickly!
Strictly by chance, while walking those streets and listening to YouTube audio on my iPod, I have listened to just whatever the order of programs I downloaded onto it. There are 85 of them I racall; some long and some short. The past couple of weeks I was listening to many hours of old episodes of the 'Opie & Anthony' radio program, most of them with Joe Rogan. As I walked along the empty streets, although there is always at least some activity going on, I didn't think of them as ten or fifteen years old programs, but I somehow imagined them as current. I visualized the traffic or work days in NYC, Chicago, LA, or anywhere else where the popular radio program was aired, as I listened to the wild humorous conversations, filled with unexpected dialogue and opinions. It helped me get my mind off of things, and I even laughed some.
However, again strictly by the chance of how these programs were ordered, I began listening to the audiobook of the 1971 novel 'The Exorcist' by the late author William Peter Blatty, a Maronite Catholic from NYC. The book is very similar to the film, except it goes deeply into the internal psychological struggle of the protagonist Damien Karras, a young Greek-American Jesuit Priest. Despite being extremely open-minded and considering all remotely rational explanations, he struggled to comprehend the evil he was involved in. I don't even know exactly how far into the book I am now, but the early heated confrontations between the very learned Jesuit Priest and the ancient Sumerian demon Pazuzu have already occurred. Must of the book has revolved around the progression of the deep psychological struggle of the main protagonist.
The novel would be a bit tedious if not for me having such brisk and long walks trying to get my mind of off things. In this instance, it's actually relaxing for the most part. Still however, the ominous nature of the peril which has befallen my mother, and the ominous darkness of the terrain there (under the circumstances), makes the experience somewhat eerie as well. The streets being so empty and dark at that time--outside of an occasional truck, car, or loud noise from one of the distant loading docks--I sometimes see something dark move, or a light flash, that's mostly just a trick of light and shadow as I move along the streets. I do sometimes see a coyote or raccoon moving in the distance. In my current state of mind however, listening to the malignant Pazuzu speak--both deeply intellectually and with great malice--while walking in that location, is a legitimate reason to border on certain hallucinations. For the most part, the novel is relaxing, but this is not an experience that I would have expected or planned.
If there is any conflation between the novel and my mother's current misfortune, it's with me only. I mean, I could attach metaphors to it, I just choose not to except for the character of myself perhaps. So one could say that there's an eerie parallel in that way. Of course, the pandemic adds yet another ominous dimension to the current state of things here. Yesterday at 10:45 AM I arrived at the entrance of the barely par care facility, which officially opens at 11 AM. Usually there's a certain protocol for just entering, however the glass door was just wide open as the weather was probably close to 70 degrees at that point. I just walked in and made my way to her second story room. Being that the structure was once a sanitarium, the path up or down are not stairways but long ramps. It was very quiet, with only an occasional sound of activity.
As I got to the room, the door was open wide, my mother was on the bed, undressed on her stomach, half asleep, and largely unresponsive. Maybe she was to be bathed soon, I don't know. There were random visitors in the hallways as she just lay there with the door open. Even beyond that, some of the care workers are male, and they probably wouldn't even understand her if she could speak. That she would be in this situation, I know to her, would have been unfathomable only a short time ago. However, her body may be alive, but she's basically gone now, cared for by strangers who never knew her. A victim of a sudden horrific condition. Gone is any real communication, thought, or interests, and certainly none of the good energy and sense of humor that I remember so well; just a shell of her former self. Mentally, at least she isn't aware of her degradation as a person. At one point she looked up at me, and as her blue eyes focused slightly, I wanted to believe that she recognized me. She did speak to me on the previous visit a little, holding my hand, and asking if I would be back to visit her... and waving goodbye. That may have been, for all practical reasoning, her final goodbye.
As I listened to the audiobook yesterday evening, mentioned somewhat prominently was a text entitled 'The Roman Ritual', a very old writing which over the centuries has had many volumes added to it. "The Roman Ritual (Latin: Rituale Romanum) is one of the official ritual works of the Roman Rite of the Catholic Church. It contains all of the services which may be performed by a priest or deacon which are not contained within either the 'Missale Romanum' or the 'Breviarium Romanum'. The book also contains some of the rites which are contained in only one of these books for convenience." Apparently unusual rites such as exorcisms are only a part of these volumes. Curiously, the Milanese Rite of our culture from Lombardia has a similar ritual. The Ambrosian Rite has its own ritual (Rituale Ambrosianum, published by Giacomo Agnelli at the Archiepiscopal Press, Milan). Again, any parallels between our situation here and lets just say the audiobook is just with me and my own mental state; however, this is indeed my own real life horror. I suppose her death would be easier to accept.
I noticed last night a "Moon-Mars-Venus trifecta" in the sky. The moon had the slight appearance of a half-moon at about 75% fullness. Close over to its left side was Venus, and up aways over to it's right side was Mars... from my perspective. Perhaps the Moon was my mother, Venus was my late sister Katherine, and I was Mars; as the Moon and Venus were so close together in the sky. When my mother finally passes away in body, she will be reborn again in spirit, such as when she was the little girl with red-brown hair walking though the horse pastures back in Gogebic County. Her name, Janet, originates from "Little Joan" (also Jane or Jeanne) in Scottish, with the Italian equivalent being Gianetta... meaning "God is Gracious." There is always a plan..
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain." -- Rev 21:4
-- Carl Jung, from lecture: 'Ending Your Inner Civil War'
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"This is who I'm making fun of... when I make a joke on twitter on the day of a tradgedy. The people who see something horrible happen in the world, and they run to the internet, and they run to their social media, their facebook, their twitter, whatever they got, and they all write down the exact same thing: 'My thoughts and prayers. My thoughts and prayers with the people in Aurora. My thoughts and prayers with the families in Boston'. Do you know what that's worth? F*****g nothing. "F*****g less than nothing. Less than nothing. You're not giving any of your time, your money, or even your compassion. All you are doing. All you are doing is saying: 'Don't forget about me today'." -- Anthony Jeselnik on Netflix
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If You Understand This Everything Will Make Sense | Gregg Braden
http://www.missinglinks.com Explore the deep truths of our origin, history, destiny and fate, with celebrated author and researcher Gregg Braden. Connect science and spirituality to reveal a new understanding of humanity’s history, the origins of civilization and the power of our heart’s intelligence.
We are playing a necessary learning game here in order for our soul to ascend
Our life plan within the simulation of this world provide and facilitate our true purpose here
"When we think about our simulation, and we think of the descriptions of Heaven, the word itself was left to us about twenty-five hundred years ago. What does that mean to us in terms of the simulation? Well, simulation is a localized experience, but it tells us:
'We're not really here. You're not really here. We exist somewhere outside of the simulation, and we are projecting our energetic body--what we call our spirit, or our soul, or our avatar--into this experience so we can learn something here that apparently we cannot learn where we come from, and apparently we're going to need where we are going'."
-- Gregg Braden; five-time New York Times best-selling author, researcher, educator, lecturer and internationally renowned as a pioneer bridging science, spirituality, and human potential
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Duncan Trussell Explains Ritual Magick to Joe Rogan
The Carpathian Mountains are the second largest mountain range in Europe that stretch across 7 countries, one of them being Ukraine! My diverse tour with Cobblestone Freeway allowed me to breathe in the fresh air of the Eastern Carpathian Mountains and enjoy natural beauty, traditional villages, and experience a lifestyle that has remained unchanged for centuries. The journey was a memorable one and here are my favorite highlights!
[Written contributions by Wendy Andrew & Rod Groom]
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Angelic Intervention - "The Adjustment Bureau?"
In 1975, in downtown San Francisco, a 19 year old Katie Mahon was walking down a busy street when she was approached by a man who asked her for help. Unbeknownst to her, this man--if we should even allow him the title of "man"--was none other than Ted Bundy.... as in very literally.. Ted Bundy himself! Through continued pleading using his psychopathic charm, Bundy was able to lure the naive teenager up into an empty floor of a hotel to a pay phone. I don't recall what he wanted in particular, but it had to do with a story about needing to make an emergency phone call. When completely alone, his demeanor completely changed. Katie Mahon was about to die.
Prior to Bundy's execution in Florida, he tried to barter for his life by claiming that there were many other victims; that he could show authorities the burial locations in numerous western states, including California. Although thought to have murdered about forty women, it's likely that it was more like one hundred. He was one of four known male serial killers who probably murdered 80-100 females (Gary Ridgway, Rodney Alcala, Samuel Little). A man who once had to spend the night with Bundy in a jail cell--not a prison cell, but a county jail cell which temporarily housed those awaiting legal processing--told an interesting story about Bundy. He said that Bundy had started to transform in some way. That his facial expression became eerie, his muscle tone and posture changed, and he started to sweat and stink. This gives some insight into how this ordinary looking person could become a murderous beast. His parents were father-daughter, which must have contributed to what he became.
Alone on a deserted hotel floor with Ted Bundy who was already going through his eerie transformation, there is little question that Katie Mahon was about to be murdered. Bundy no doubt had chosen this location prior. He was just about to take another victim. Suddenly the elevator just rings and opens! What was seemingly a man in a bellman's uniform then looked at them and said: "Katie, don't you think it's time to get going now?" Still half in shock, she walked towards the elevator and got in as Bundy stood there, and they retreated to safety. He escorted her back onto the street, and when she turned to thank him... he had vanished.
There are only two possibilities: 1) This bellman was actually a man with psychic abilities who somehow foresaw the details of what was to happen, and acted on it. I suppose that it was possible that he really could have been a bellman who worked at the hotel; 2) This bellman was actually an angel who intervened for some reason, and to me that's much more likely to have been the case. For whatever reason, she was not supposed to die that day. It simply was not meant to be, and an angel intervened. I suspect that had Bundy still attacked her, that the angel would have been able to stop him.
This wasn't entirely unlike the film 'The Adjustment Bureau', where adjustments must be made to keep things straight. Once I lost about three hours, and maybe it was part of some adjustment; perhaps to fix a timeline. Although ultimately I think our system of lifelines is good, we are here to learn lessons for soul ascention, and that unfortunately includes suffering and tragedy. The chief purpose of this world to for our souls to have learning experiences. That's why this coming corporate-marxist surveillance society cannot work. In the coming years something will occur and it was disappear, and there will be nothing that the power structure can do about it.. just like there was nothing that Ted Bundy could do about it on that day. It simply was not meant to be.
I've really only seen her in 'Gone Girl' and 'Jack Reacher', but I can't really get a take on her. She appears a little mousy in photographs, but she can pull off the femme fatale role. She's intelligent, alluring, and can get rough.
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'3 From Hell'
I finally watched '3 From Hell'. Rob Zombie went full-on Charlie Manson with this, and the ending leaves the door open for more. Sadly, Sig Haig wasn't really able to continue his role as Captain Spaulding, a great B-horror character. Baby was outright deadly in this, if she wasn't enough before. Sheri Moon Zombie is an underrated actress, being somewhat ridiculed for appearing in all of Rob's film. In the right role, she can be bigger than life. Bill Mosely has played so many creepy characters, but he's a bigger-than-life alpha-bad guy as Otis Driftwood; his appearance is completely different than in 'House Of 1000 Corpses'. The series had stated out as more of a dark-metaphysical flick.
Scientists have extracted DNA from the teeth of mammoths that roamed the Earth 1.2 million years ago.
The prehistoric DNA samples, which were recovered by scientists from Sweden, far exceed the age of the 700,000-year-old DNA samples previously recovered from ancient horse remains.
The 1.2 million-year-old DNA was extracted from the teeth of three separate mammoth specimens that had been unearthed in the Siberian permafrost all the way back in the 1970s.
"This is by a wide margin, the oldest DNA ever recovered," said Prof Love Dalen - an evolutionary geneticist from the Center for Palaeogenetics in Stockholm.
I believe a lot of people think of mammoths as an animal which existed up to a mere 10,000 years ago, back to the last glacial movement. It's hard to imagine this animal being around 1.2 million years ago, and no doubt beyond that. What's interesting is that the DNA was extracted, which means that anything is possible in the future. These particular mammoths most likely can be cloned at some point; a giant prehistoric mammal which would be the larger than any land animal alive today. I'm aware that the concept is to have a female elephant serve as a stand-in surrogate for it using modern cloning techniques--but the offspring would be something of a hybrid apparently, since there are no mammoths to use--but there will eventually be a way to skirt around all of that at some point and just go for the straight up clone.
℗ A Geffen Records Release; ℗ 1971 UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 1972-01-01
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'Groundhog Day' and Reincarnation
The 1993 film 'Groundhog Day' staring Bill Murray and Andie McDowell has become at late winter tv classic. The film is clearly a reference to reincarnation, and the premise even touches upon a big part of the essential reason for our soul's reincarnation journey; to keep doing it again and again until we finally get it right. Even the sequence where he tries to do what he can to help the dying man, even though he died anyway, still hinted at a part of the lesson. This is all something that we need to learn before our soul can ascend to where it needs to go. We are here to learn about love, compassion, and suffering.
Part of the lesson is to suffer, which is hard to grasp. This is all aside from certain powerful forces in the world who weaponize everything and produce fake values, compassion, morals, etc. It's about the individual soul. The producers must have done there research. Hollywood partly serves as an occult oracle; dispensing many aspects of the truth for those who wish to receive it. Some say that powerful dark occult forces feel that they must do this in order to avoid the cosmic consequences of their actions; having "told us" the codex of the world, including what they themselves are all about.
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'Dark Side of the Ring' (now playing on Vice)
Season 3 of 'Dark Side of the Ring' is now playing on Tuesday evenings on the Vice channel... a George Soros charity. Even if you don't care about wrestling, it's still interesting to hear about the stories. Sometimes it's fun to, metaphorically-speaking, "go to someone else's HS reunion." Wrestlers are type-A personalities, so it always makes for some interesting documentary.
Also on Vice TV, premiering on March 29, is season 2 of 'The Devil You Know'. Season one was about the bizarre story of "Pazuzu Algarad" and his Satanic cult, and this season apparently will be about a "reptilian cult" involving Sherry Shriner. I have no idea if this will be with her cooperation, or an attack piece on her. As far as I know, she's done a lot of good in recent years exposing cults in high places. If this is about putting her in a negative light, then they may as well do one next year going after Mike Rinder! We'll just have to see..
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Bald Eagle in Africa?
This is actually an entirely different eagle; the African fish eagle. It appears very similar to the American bald eagle. It feeds mainly on fish. With the bald eagle, the white feathers only cover the head area; with the fish eagle, the white feathers cover the whole neck and shoulders.
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Another good example of a cruel joke someone can play on themselves, how about when you wash a big lead of clothes, hang them up, and then realize that you forgot to use laundry detergent.... and had to wash them all over again..
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Bonnie Tyler - It's A Heartache (Official HD Video)
Official remastered HD video for 'It's A Heartache' by Bonnie Tyler.
Released in 1978, It's A Heartache was a global smash hitting number one in Australia, Canada, Finland, France, Norway, Spain, Sweden, Brazil and Argentina and number four in the UK, number three in the US and number 2 in Germany. Along the way it sold 6 million physical copies worldwide (including a million in France and the US and 1/2 a million in the UK).
The song has been covered many times by a diverse list of artists including Rod Stewart, David Johanson (of the New York Dolls,), Ronnie Spector of the Ronettes, Glaswegian Indiepopsters Arab Strap, rocker Gene Vincent and, most recently, pop superstar Miley Cyrus.
Lyrics;
It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game Nothing but a fool's game Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Love him 'til your arms break Then he let's you down It ain't right with love to share When you find he doesn't care for you It ain't wise to need someone As much as I depended on you Oh, it's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game Nothing but a fool's game Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown It ain't right with love to share When you find he doesn't care for you It ain't wise to need someone As much as I depended on you Oh, it's a heartache Nothing but a heartache You love him 'til your arms break Then he let's you down It's a fool's game Standing in the cold rain Feelin' like a clown It's a heartache Love him 'til your arms break Then he let's you down It's a fool's game
1) Jaguar: More compact than other big cats, extremely thick and muscular, speed, agility, killer instinct; the jaguar has it all. I saw a video once of a huge dog who freed himself of his restraints and attacked a jaguar, catching it somewhat off guard. The jaguar battered it a few times with its quick and powerful forepaws, and the dog stepped back to re-evaluate the situation. As he did, the jaguar locked itself in position like a boxer, and started to advance. As the dog hesitated, the jaguar jumped onto it's back; locking itself onto the dog with its wrapping forepaws and claws, it's teeth clamped to the neck, and with its hind legs resting against the dogs back. From this position it was clear, the one huge advantage that big felines have over almost all canines... the size, length, muscle, power, speed, claws, and grip of the arms. The jaguar then moved it's jaws around the dogs head, crushing it's skull.
Jaguars routinely kill caimans in the Amazon, and they can do it right in the water. They can kill boa constrictors; outmaneuvering them and wearing them out, then holding their heads under water and drowning them. Since Jaguars exist in Mexico, and a few in the southwestern states, I'm including them with North American canines and felines. Jaguars are closer to lions in size and strength than they are to leopards or mountain lions. I saw one video of a tiger and jaguar who were caged together for some reason, perhaps to transport them to or from a zoo. The tiger was at least 50% larger, probably a little more. They aggressively grappled and sparred with each other. The jaguar more than held its own; no fear whatsoever.
2) Mountain lion: The mountain lion would be a clear #2 pick, and taking into consideration that canines and felines can occasionally be "spooked out" when faced with smaller aggressive animals. They might retreat, mostly due to their evolutionary strategy. They seek food, they will kill for it, but they don't want any major fight. Even a victory in a fight might cause an injury which would prevent them from hunting. Also, a pack of coyotes can chase and sometimes wear out a mountain lion; in which case any one-on-one matchup wouldn't even be in the offering. A mountain lion might even avoid a raccoon who is willing to put everything on the line to fight for its life. Generally, a mountain lion can usually kill a wolf, which it may go after if it can get a one-on-one with it... if it was hungry enough.
3) Wolf: They are still the most formidable canine, although the African hunting dog might have something to say about that. Wolves are big, powerful, and aggressive. I'm guessing that they could kill a 60 pound lynx 51% of the time in a one-on-one confrontation. Most in the know consider a wolf-vs-lynx to be a tossup. Still, this is all a generalization. I've seen wolverines fend off a much larger wolf rather easily. A lone wolf will leave alone a very aggressive smaller animal like a badger most of the time.
4) Lynx: Although I put them at #4 here, actually a lynx can carry itself quite well against a mountain lion or wolf. It has so many weapons; unequaled athleticism, long thick powerful limbs, powerful jaws for it's size, razor sharp teeth and claws, blinding speed, damaging bunny kicks, they're all over their opponent like the Tasmanian Devil from the old cartoons. No animal in nature wants to fight a lynx one-on-one. One whack from a lynx's powerful arm, with those little razors, will send anyone to the hospital. Wolves and lynxes avoid each other, and for good reason.
5) Bobcat: Even though the general consensus is that bobcat-vs-coyote is a tossup, I'm guessing that the bobcat wins a one-on-one 51% of the time. They have the same weapons as a lynx, but they're almost 50% smaller. With a pack of coyotes, it's a different story. Trained hunting hounds can easily track and wear out a bobcat. I'm only referring to one-on-one confrontations here. Canines usually have an edge in stamina.
6) Coyote: I saw one video of a person who let their pitbull loose in a park. Along comes a lone coyote, and the pitbull runs after it. The coyote easily outmaneuvered it using its great agility. Then the coyote got in position, lowering it's head, locking it's eyes on its opponent. The pitbull just stared back, but didn't go in.
7) Fox: Foxes routinely kill feral cats or pet house cats. Only a particularly big and/or aggressive cat can stand up to a fox. Even if we took a one-on-one between a wild fox and a big powerful alley cat, it might be a tossup. The cat has speed and agility on it's side, while the fox is actually a faster runner in the open field. If the cat runs, then the fox can kill it with a chase and bite to the neck. Still, the fox always seems wary of the cats paw speed and apparently the damage it can inflict with its sharp claws.
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Pitbull vs. Lynx
IF it happened. The ultimate one-on-one matchup would be a trained, vicious, American pit bull terrier vs. a wild Canadian lynx... both 60 pounds. The pitbull has aggression, boundless determination, and a powerful jaw with a powerful neck to compliment it, on its side. The lynx has a lethal combination of power, blinding speed, and razor sharp claws and teeth on its side. The pitbull could win if it was able to get a good bite in early, and capitalize on it. There is zero chance that the pitbull can win without suffering major injuries. The lynx could win by avoiding the pitbull's jaws, which the odds are that it would.
The pitbull would not quit, so the lynx would need the stamina to inflict a plethora of injuries on it while avoiding it's jaws. The whole matchup would depend on whether or not the pitbull could get a bite and maintain a grip on the lynx. Both are absolute devils in a fight. I saw one video of a mountain lion who tried to ambush a lynx. The lynx reacted quickly, firing back lightening fast swipes, staring the lion down with a scary snorting growl. The lion retreated. I know there are so many pitbull die hards out there, but 85% of the time--all things being equal--a pitbull can't do anything with a lynx.
Every now and then somebody reports stepping out of normal time
and space. It does not seem to matter where they live or their
background--the veil of ordinary reality drops and they suddenly slip
into the past or future, usually seamlessly and unknowingly,
experiencing a temporary and accidental form of time travel. Von Braschler, a former faculty member at Omega Institute for Holistic Studies, joins Richard Syrett (Twitter)
to discuss step-by-step exercises to prepare you to experience time
shifts, to help set them up, and to enhance the experience when you have
slipped through time. Followed by psychic Michael Bodine
who calls himself a "future guy." He looks ahead in time to deal with
what is coming up. Bodine will share his future predictions and what it
was like to grow up in a psychic family.
6-10pm PT: Art Bell - Somewhere in Time returns to 3/15/01 when (the late) Evelyn Paglini talked about Wicca, paganism, and blood sacrifice.
I had a missing time experience which was published in one of the books of the late author Brad Stieger. Although I don't want to publish the occurrence here right now, I can say that it wasn't aliens. I know exactly when it occurred; I was fully awake; there were people around me; I lost four hours. Maybe it was like the "Adjustment Bureau," fixing things a bit? Perhaps someone needed a miracle, so some stuff needed to be rearranged?... or maybe something bad was going to happen to me and some strings were pulled to save me by removing the event?
Yeah, maybe I was kept in that place to prevent me from walking into that hypothetical "liquor store robbery gone bad"..? Well, if so, I never said "thank you"... so THANK YOU to whomever... if that was the case. I have no psychic or empathic abilities, but I think I occasionally have connected to frequencies which have allowed me to tap into things; I've witnessed or experienced the paranormal throughout my life. Nine years ago I experienced a very strange series of synchronistic events over a few weeks. I think it was a message that I was supposed to receive. Anyway, I just don't talk about those experiences; I can't prove it.. so..
Another time Jim, a guy who was more of a
friend of a friend, used some very colorful language around someone whom he
should not have. It wasn't directed there, but he still said it. Aside
from some rough moments, he was a good guy. However, this was pretty
cringeworthy. I let him know about it, and he listened, and took it. I
wasn't not talking to him after that, but I hadn't seen him for awhile.
Without going into detail, Jim was killed in a manner which was mostly of his
own doing. It wasn't really a suicide or overdose, but I'll just pass on
the details. In this case, I have no practical reason to feel any guilt
at all. However, I do have some, due to the last time I spoke to him.
Maybe I should have just let it slide...
I will at least make a notation
that I would like to add this as a ritual, and it could be a very
powerful ritual. Maybe make a list of a half dozen names at a time. It's
not asking for forgiveness, although it possibly might be. Most of all,
you're conveying that you remember, and that it matters to you. It's a
part of you. It doesn't absolutely have to be someone who passed
away, although it seems logical that it would most often be. I can
think of an older man long ago that I really didn't come through for once, and I can't
change it now. I don't think that I can just look up his number in
Florida and call him to tell him that I'm sorry that I didn't come
through for him. I could express it in a letter, and it's possible that
he might share it with some people in which I wouldn't want him to share
it with. That's the chance I would have to take. Each situation is
different.
