Indeed you are a god to me Tony - just don't fall on my spot at the bottom of the precipice or break Allan's coffee machine on the way down. One could fall to grace. The Russians stopped drilling into the Earth's core at about 8 miles. Some believe this was because they could hear the screams from Hell. In fact, their drill just hit a pot of Allan's double espresso and Gabby was scalded on the floor below. We have had to keep the trap-door shut since then, though we now get messages she has made her own hope and sunshine,
If the mystics are mystic, why do they keep copying each other like management textbook writers and gurus? I sort of want something different and if I had the experience would be really pissed off if I could only describe it as though I'd just come out of a Tom Perter's session. Of course, I haven't be purified yet or got a licence to fly the higher plane. If it's VTOL I promise to drop by and take you on the ride. There has to be more to mysticism than the Soylent Green type and the sales pitchers of its nutritional value. Maths with no numbers does a bit of it for me, but as we know, Allan zeroes out. We use light to remind mice about good times and they return to them. Thought a lot on Andrew's framework down by the river. A couple of young girls were hugging Zak - his now rather done in back legs got a temporary cure and he bounded with the mystic eyes of pleasure for a bit. Max went to round the old guy up so we could go home, but the girls' dad was telling them about river otters, so we stayed a while. To the girls' delight, the dogs went into the river to demonstrate. It's out there somewhere. On Tuesday, March 17, 2015 at 9:35:33 PM UTC, facilitator wrote: > > I happen to be very humble. Sometimes proud of it. I did not answer > myself. Anyone reading that has to resharpen their senses so as to make a > more simple response quite profound. > > Clearly their is something at work here which requires me know to "adjust" > my dispenser orifice. My narcissistic arrogance was not present at that > age since I mostly found myself fighting off gangs from other blocks in my > urban neighborhood. Very little time to think past which alley way is the > quickest route home. Being careful not to become cynical, I weave my way > around and find no alley way. Expounding on this any further would probably > cheapen the experience. Fascinating! Thinking there might be a deity > involved would be a first step, thinking I might be my own deity is not a > step but a precipice. > > On Tuesday, March 17, 2015 at 5:13:36 PM UTC-4, archytas wrote: >> >> Knowing more than Tony is easy. Like Zaphod Beeblebrox, his ego is >> bigger than imagination from a slice of Proust's angel cake that took him >> back to an aunty's. Using such power to visit an aunt reveals a lack of >> knowledge or a very dull boy. As Tony cannot be the latter, one presumes >> the former, though this does not exclude the possibility his ego is bigger >> than the universe itself. >> >>> >>> >>> -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
