Hobo Jungle
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Jackie Blue
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San Diegan
Yes, Pete, you need a drink. I hereby dub you, Holden Caulfield.
St. Marks, Venice, California. I was denied the opportunity for Confirmation in the 7th grade because I was not an "exemplary boy". I had a "do over" in the 8th grade, after the rest of my class had recieved the important sacrament. I had to spend a second episode of preparing for QUESTIONS FROM THE BISHOP with 7th graders. Some of the 7th grade girls were cute. My devout mother was mortified and I swear it was the thing that killed her some years later.
By 9th grade, I was in the hands of the Jesuits at Loyola, Los Angeles. A better bunch of skeptics you have never met. They had scientific explanations for the Red Sea parting, plagues of locusts, and the loaves and fishes. Four solid years of Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Spanish, Porteguese (Ignatius was actualy a Porto guy named Ignacio) and Religion. We studied Martin Luther, John Calvin, John Weseley, John Darby, Scofield, and Billy Graham. By the time I went to college, I was done with church.
But it was good preparation for dealing with fundies. After marrying my Persian wife, I learned Farsi, Urdu, and Aramaic. Today, when I am approached by a jackboot pastor of some non-denominational church who wants to present the word of god by means of back-translating some obscure verb in KJV, I usually ask him, in the original language, if he understands that language. It always draws a blank. Apparently, I cannot speak in tongues. One of these days I'll get a better response and we will proceed from there in conversation.
Tramp, I am a vampire. If you read the Ann Rice books, you know that we are usually frozen in age when we become immortal. The gray and white hair is talc that I sprinkle on to give the appearance of aging with my contemporaries. My making was relatively recent when I was bitten by a dusky Polynesian girl in the 1970s. It was on the island of Riatia.
San
St. Marks, Venice, California. I was denied the opportunity for Confirmation in the 7th grade because I was not an "exemplary boy". I had a "do over" in the 8th grade, after the rest of my class had recieved the important sacrament. I had to spend a second episode of preparing for QUESTIONS FROM THE BISHOP with 7th graders. Some of the 7th grade girls were cute. My devout mother was mortified and I swear it was the thing that killed her some years later.
By 9th grade, I was in the hands of the Jesuits at Loyola, Los Angeles. A better bunch of skeptics you have never met. They had scientific explanations for the Red Sea parting, plagues of locusts, and the loaves and fishes. Four solid years of Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Spanish, Porteguese (Ignatius was actualy a Porto guy named Ignacio) and Religion. We studied Martin Luther, John Calvin, John Weseley, John Darby, Scofield, and Billy Graham. By the time I went to college, I was done with church.
But it was good preparation for dealing with fundies. After marrying my Persian wife, I learned Farsi, Urdu, and Aramaic. Today, when I am approached by a jackboot pastor of some non-denominational church who wants to present the word of god by means of back-translating some obscure verb in KJV, I usually ask him, in the original language, if he understands that language. It always draws a blank. Apparently, I cannot speak in tongues. One of these days I'll get a better response and we will proceed from there in conversation.
Tramp, I am a vampire. If you read the Ann Rice books, you know that we are usually frozen in age when we become immortal. The gray and white hair is talc that I sprinkle on to give the appearance of aging with my contemporaries. My making was relatively recent when I was bitten by a dusky Polynesian girl in the 1970s. It was on the island of Riatia.
San
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Jackie Blue
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San Diegan
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San Diegan
Jackie,
According to medieval lore, and some theology, incubi outnumber succubi by a factor of about 9 to 1. The succubi are just much more alluring. So the probability of your encounter with incubi is about equal to mine with succubi. A direct answer to your question is no. I have not experienced or seen this.
We could discuss this at some length. I don't believe in such entities, per se. Any more than I believe in the notion that humans mated with supernatural beings before the fall of the Tower of Babel.
I do believe that we experience inherently evil individuals in our lifetime. Charles Manson would be an example. I do have an acquaitance and friend, who, quite innocently, struck up a relationship with one of the "Manson Girls". It was only after the fact that he realized what happened. I think that kind of experience, in this age, and ones previous, is the origin for these myths. Myth, by the way, does not mean superstition or lie. It is lore and the stories of people (I am about one bizilenth Navajo, and we do have the story of first man and first woman. The story correlates well with Mesopetanian myths abotut the earth mother).
Why do I characterize this as evil? Well, that could be quite a discussion that would take days roving the territory of history, religion, science, and the thinking of the ages. It has too much depth for trite discussion.
You have revealed some considerable depth in your inquiry about this. Have you ever considered a doctorate in cultural anthropology? (Maybe you have one). Perhaps you have not, but it is certainly within your ability.
San
According to medieval lore, and some theology, incubi outnumber succubi by a factor of about 9 to 1. The succubi are just much more alluring. So the probability of your encounter with incubi is about equal to mine with succubi. A direct answer to your question is no. I have not experienced or seen this.
We could discuss this at some length. I don't believe in such entities, per se. Any more than I believe in the notion that humans mated with supernatural beings before the fall of the Tower of Babel.
I do believe that we experience inherently evil individuals in our lifetime. Charles Manson would be an example. I do have an acquaitance and friend, who, quite innocently, struck up a relationship with one of the "Manson Girls". It was only after the fact that he realized what happened. I think that kind of experience, in this age, and ones previous, is the origin for these myths. Myth, by the way, does not mean superstition or lie. It is lore and the stories of people (I am about one bizilenth Navajo, and we do have the story of first man and first woman. The story correlates well with Mesopetanian myths abotut the earth mother).
Why do I characterize this as evil? Well, that could be quite a discussion that would take days roving the territory of history, religion, science, and the thinking of the ages. It has too much depth for trite discussion.
You have revealed some considerable depth in your inquiry about this. Have you ever considered a doctorate in cultural anthropology? (Maybe you have one). Perhaps you have not, but it is certainly within your ability.
San
The coffee is on ,guys!
LOL, Jackie! My nun pulled the same good samaritan trick on me!! She asked if I was walking down the street and I saw a 5 dollar bill and a pack of cigarettes laying on the ground, what would I do? Seeing as I did'nt smoke and a believer in the "finders keepers" rule I opted for the cash. I was told to extend my hand and recieved and rap with a ruler! Then I said, ok, the cigarettes. I was told to extend my other hand and recieved another rap. Being the wise kid that I was, I asked for permission to use the restroom and walked home. The scene from the movie "The Blues Brothers" with Jake, Elwood, and "the Penquin", will always have a special place in my heart!! Also us Catholic kids were allowed to leave public school one hour early every Wednesday to attend catechism school. I'll bet that does'nt happen any more!!
LOL, Jackie! My nun pulled the same good samaritan trick on me!! She asked if I was walking down the street and I saw a 5 dollar bill and a pack of cigarettes laying on the ground, what would I do? Seeing as I did'nt smoke and a believer in the "finders keepers" rule I opted for the cash. I was told to extend my hand and recieved and rap with a ruler! Then I said, ok, the cigarettes. I was told to extend my other hand and recieved another rap. Being the wise kid that I was, I asked for permission to use the restroom and walked home. The scene from the movie "The Blues Brothers" with Jake, Elwood, and "the Penquin", will always have a special place in my heart!! Also us Catholic kids were allowed to leave public school one hour early every Wednesday to attend catechism school. I'll bet that does'nt happen any more!!
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Jackie Blue
San,
Mine was a unique experience in that, unlike normal sleep paralysis events, I was sleeping facedown. It was dawn and the sunlight coming into my bedroom was normal - no strange colored lights pulsing or anything that usually accompanies an SP event. I "realized" something was pushing my face and shoulders into my pillow with great pressure and, at the same time, trying to pull my legs apart. I tried to roll over, but whatever was on top of me, made this impossible. I started to panic, thinking someone had broken into my apartment and was raping me. Really starting to freak out, I screamed. Then, there I was, able to move again, and absolutely alone. I got up and thoroughly checked out the rest of my apartment. I soon went back to my bed and chalked it up to a very realistic dream. I must have fallen asleep again because I soon woke up under the same circumstances. Only, this time, I actually saw what was trying to rape me. It was an ancient man with white hair and wrinkled skin - a more horrible face I hope I'll never see again. He was biting my hand and trying his best to get my legs apart. This time, being a little more than pissed off, I pushed against it hard and screamed. Then, again, I was all alone. To have this happen twice in the same morning and within a short time period was enough to make me move from that apartment. I've never had another experience like it and still don't understand it. Some things will always be mysteries.
No, I do not have a doctorate in anthropolgy, just a lifetime of actual study. I also have studied psychology and most religions and myths. I'd love to sit and talk with you in person some day. That would be one hellava rap session!
Mine was a unique experience in that, unlike normal sleep paralysis events, I was sleeping facedown. It was dawn and the sunlight coming into my bedroom was normal - no strange colored lights pulsing or anything that usually accompanies an SP event. I "realized" something was pushing my face and shoulders into my pillow with great pressure and, at the same time, trying to pull my legs apart. I tried to roll over, but whatever was on top of me, made this impossible. I started to panic, thinking someone had broken into my apartment and was raping me. Really starting to freak out, I screamed. Then, there I was, able to move again, and absolutely alone. I got up and thoroughly checked out the rest of my apartment. I soon went back to my bed and chalked it up to a very realistic dream. I must have fallen asleep again because I soon woke up under the same circumstances. Only, this time, I actually saw what was trying to rape me. It was an ancient man with white hair and wrinkled skin - a more horrible face I hope I'll never see again. He was biting my hand and trying his best to get my legs apart. This time, being a little more than pissed off, I pushed against it hard and screamed. Then, again, I was all alone. To have this happen twice in the same morning and within a short time period was enough to make me move from that apartment. I've never had another experience like it and still don't understand it. Some things will always be mysteries.
No, I do not have a doctorate in anthropolgy, just a lifetime of actual study. I also have studied psychology and most religions and myths. I'd love to sit and talk with you in person some day. That would be one hellava rap session!
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P&R Pete
I remember also, in eighth grade, that same monsignor called me over to the rectory, (as he did all the boys, one by one) and asked me if my father had told me about how procreation happened. Luckily, (I thought at the time), my dad had, and I beat the hastiest escape I could. Now, I wish I had lied, (again), and gotten to listen to what surely would have been one of the most weirdest speeches of my life. It would have made a great story! Who knows, he might have even pulled out his own audio-visual aid.
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San Diegan
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San Diegan
Petey has gone over the edge, Tramp. He wants to be an OGR Forum moderator and is practicing by making posts and deleting them. Soon he will start typing using stern language and bold face print. Personally, I think he should have higher asperations like becoming a bung hole propeller mixer salesman, but go figure.
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