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Memphis Church Building Christian Statue Of Liberty
Posted: 6/29/2006 2:54:19 PM
A Memphis church that claims a membership of 12,000 will unveil a 72-foot-tall statue during Fourth of July services

http://www.abc24.com/news/local/story.a ... 7EE4868999

Aren't christians not supposed to worship idols or something like that?

Geezzz... you're kidding!

omg

I'm not! I think it's actually written in the Holi Bibli that Christians are not, under any circumstances, supposed to worship any id...
Oh you mean the 72-foot-tall thingie
Well no, that either.
72
that's higher than two tyrannosaurs standing on each other's head
and to think that dinosaurs weren't even mentionned in the Holi Bibli

or as E.I said, G*d grabbed some scribe's arm which suddenly went went "but befoore that there were dinosauurs who were a big crap so fuck'em"
not in there
the V*****n might have edited it.

twice the size of Jurassic's most feared creature
A:actually it was more of a scavenger than...
B:shut up
with a little more just in case
Are they preparing for the battle of Christianity versus Darwinism?
Will Popeman arrive in time to save Altar-boy from the Rabid Abortionists?
Will Jesus finally manage to preach the way of the Lord to the dinosaurs?
You will get all these answers and more if you give just a small donation to the Christian Statue Of Liberty Foundation on 0887776698 (dial tone made to sound like "ave maria")

It is just one small church with 12,000 members. There are many larger churches. They are laughing at us all the way to the next election.

"G*d is not mocked except by believers"--AS



"Christ on a Clothesline,"

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/06/arts/ ... 06dada.htm

Personally, I'm thinking of leaving it. Canada or Guatemala. Extreme choices, I know, but good friends and beautiful in both places. No monitored e-mails; tapped phone calls; unending murderous attacks on other innocent nations; ever increasing unfair laws; growing police state; surveilance everywhere; plastic societal norms; rapidly increasing state power over individual rights; national decadence; souless living; corruption; laws made for the wealthy, prisons for the poor; concentration camps; constitutional rape; democracy usurped by corporacracy; national fear; greed; avarice; beautiful sexuality corrupted; murder; rape; child violence. Where has my beloved America gone? Where will I go. If I remain a cell in a cancer riddled body how long 'til I, too, succumb? Dark days have cast a pall over my thoughts these days. It'll work out. Sigh. Smigh. Smile.

lenny

dont leave! revolt!

http://stealthiswiki.nine9pages.com

we need you!

Hello firsty. I have been revolting since I was eighteen and have come to realize that these cycles will continue as they have done throughout all recorded history. War/peace. Prosperity/want/ Light times/dark times. The beat goes on. Some say stay and fight. Some say leave it all behind. I have come to believe we are not meant to change the stage and its plots, props and ploys, but rather for it to change us. Duality. Take you choice. And don't think you will always think the same way either. I signed up for the Marines at 17 because I wanted to be a Marine like my older brother. I wanted to fight the Vietnamese to 'stop communism' and all that good stuff. Then I smoke my first joint and somehow killing didn't seem so cool anymore. So I became an activist anyway. Years of activism showed little change worth noting. Then I began to wonder if it was perhaps me I needed to change and started looking inside, leaving the world to its sordid affairs. I now choose to play my own part in the drama and reject parts assigned to me by any 'side' of duality.

Be well, follow your own conscience first and foremost. It is that 'still soft voice within' that speaks clearest. I wish you well in whatever role you choose to play.
lenny

It is a small world Lenny
I was thinking of those bumper stickers back in the sixties
Love it or leave it
Addressed to any americans who did not see it the government's way.

I tried to do my patriotic chores back in sixty four, but all I could do was get them to change my draft status from 4f to 1y.

I am certified by selective service.
A four f hippy conscientious objector
I got nowhere to go
Well there is always Israel and the right of return. No I got no need for that. I think Israel should be reserved for holocaust survivors and their children.

I would not mind a temporary exile to Nova Scotia.

I hope you stick around lenny, at least stick around here. Will you ever repost the Limbo stories? I got them on a hard drive somewhere/ It was a great story lenny. thanks

Hi there, stilltrucking. I am going through a sort of metamorphosis right now. Being alone for four years in your fifties is quite different than being alone in your twenties. The effects are different. The way they shape your thoughts are different. I am unsure of where I want to be right now, but I do know that I need peace in my sphere. Perhaps the renunciants and hermits of the world have it right.

There seems to be less and less peace today. Canada is vast, as is Alaska and the Peten in northeastern Guatemala. Climate is not a factor for me. I want simplicity of living. I weary of the ever changing, never changing plots, props and ploys of this stage. Perhaps I just need some time behind the curtain...or I may find life behind the curtain and away from the stage lights more to my liking.

I have been a perimeter person most of my life anyway. Things are stirring within and I am trying to listen intently for my direction, trying to tune out the static of the world. When I first came back from my ten years in Asia I bought 47 acres 60 miles south of Lake Erie, built a handmade log home and lived for six years there with no electric. My four children had such a wonderful start in life in that simple environment. It was peaceful, bonding, simple, liberating in a sense. The world was kept at bay. No unwanted intrusions via the tube, newspapers, etc. It was our little corner of the stage, just out of the main lights. Those were six years I will always love.

Now, kids all grown, wife gone, I ask myself why do I stay in the heat of the lights. Why do I continue working when I don't really have to? Why do I continue worrying and caring about a world I know I cannot change. History is irrefutable proof of that.

Finally, after four years I find myself thinking of being with a woman again (they are such wonderful creatures) but then ask myself why. Selfish comfort? Need of human companionship? Sharing? Insecurity? What? Perhaps I should direct my gaze more fervently inward. I hear sounds in the distance like ocean waves breaking on the shores of my soul. Calling me. There is a tug of war going on.

I am going to California from the 4th of Aug. to the 14th to visit my son with my daughter. The three of us are extremely close and will discuss my thoughts at that time and come up with something conclusive. My son and daughter lean heavily to Guatemala where we have some very good friends in Teguchigalpa. They are young (my children) - 25 and 27 - so that may be best for them. We are inseperable on a level that is hard to describe. When my wife ran off the three of us cared for each other somehow and bonded deeply.

Adventures in limbo? ls. This is it! Take care, friend.

lenny

In the company of women all my life. Never a wife or children, but I have felt that paternal feeling. I grew up in a very matrilineal family. To be a maternal uncle is a high honor.

Liked that Jesus dude that went to India and saw those images move across the walls of that cave.

Limbo sounds so Catholic, I suppose limbo is the best a heretic like me could expect to find when I die. Hinduism or Catholicism has such a strong appeal to me. Ram Dass one of my heroes these days. The Mary Magdalene and Mother Mary too.

A couple years ago lightning almost struck, but I stepped aside and she missed me. It was so unexpected after 24 years of feeling like a sexless slug. there she was
and all I had to do
was stretch out my hand
touch her aching back
kiss her brow

they ought to take a rope and hang me.

I am sure you are taking the right direction
Sounds true to me
leneord cohen and kriss krisstopherson come to mind

some of us still out on the streets with no angels to guide our feet taking every wrong direction on their lonely way back home.

Just a selfish son of a bitch, always thinking about what is in it for me. Erections are such a sweet meaty feeling. But I still remember when I was an innocent boy walking around with clueless erections,

Not connecting the smiles of a certain bobby soxer in homeroom with my embarrassing condition.

Long time gone, time enough to revergify, move on, pusuit of what else makes me happiest,
I never thought I would wind up a hermit.

Wow, what a read. I mean that. I can relate to the way Lenny is feeling alot, having lived alone for so many years myself, there is always this sort of lost feeling lurking about me. A fearful wish for companionship.

My daughter keeps me grounded, but she may be leaving this fall to go to a private school, a great opportunity for her, a grief igniting sacrifice for me....as well as an even more undefined life.
But I always go back to the thought that in reality we are all drifters, maybe i'm just not as sidetracked from that fact as others are.
how's that for a butterspin?

Loved reading your posts
H

Hester, now be honest. Are you another of stilltruckings identities? My honesty borders often on the shores of gullibility. My son lives in a place in northern Calif. called Eureka. Are you anywhere near there? If you are not stilltrucking may I ask why you are alone? Is it by choice? Not by choice? Emotional confusion? Inertia? If I am being too personal just ignore me.

Be well,

lenny (Is this type of chit-chat appropriate for this forum?)

Yeah, you can ask, and all of the above reasons you listed is the answer to why Im alone I suppose.

I dunno, it just worked out that way.
I'm hard to live with. I'm judgemental and overly afraid of being used or taken for a ride. I'm overly sensitive and imaginative. I'm moody and opinionated and righteous. Uncertain about christianity and all that rot, I prefer magic and witchery. I take things hard and seriously and I have a flair for the dramatic, a penchant for the spotlight.

In fact, I think the only reason I have any friends at all is because I have a raucous laugh and can easily get carried away by laughter. If there's humor anywhere, I'm a whore for it.
Until it ends and becomes unfunny.

I wouldn't wish myself on anyone.....

H

Wow. Well at least you're honest. Thanks for the warning. Are you a Leo? Just curious. You can plead the fifth if you like.

I regurgitated the bloated Christianity (Catholicism) of my youth long ago. It only left me more hungry. Thirty five years of meditation filled the void perfectly though. Still does. 'There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio.' - Billy S. "In my Father's house (creation) are many mansions(various spheres of truth)." - JC. "Be still and know that I am God." Still all incoming sensory stimulii (yes, it is possible) which constantly prods the ever restless mind to incessant thought. Thought stops. Thought is still only a part of vibratory creation. Beyond thought is where the Truth hides.

In Stillness, pure, at edge of dream
was viewed the whole charade,
as, motionless, the self met Self,
the space and time parade

passed by and bade it, "Come and play.
Forget your Self for now."
But strangers had they now become
and made to take a bow.

It was not still - that's relative
but Stillness, grand and vast.
It was not silent, paired with sound,
but Silence, sans contrast.

Awareness, keen, blazed without thought
and Self was Its own end
immersed in joy and timelessness
devoid of any blend.

The Lancet, a very conservative scienctific journal, recently published the results of research done by Dutch cardiologist Pim van Lommel of people who've had near death experiences. All their accounts were so amazingly similar that he could not discount them. One of the things noted - among many - was the speeding up of thought at the time of 'passing' to hundreds and even thousands of times faster than normal. Every thought, word, and deed - AND their repercusssions on the world about us - played before the screen of consciousness in a seeming split second. For some, even future events that had not yet transpired were flashed before them and then after they were brought back later actually occured. Time and space are fallacious.

The mural stretches out, so grand,
a painting done of time.
Standing close in front of it
we view the present clime.

When to the left and back we look,
from where we have just viewed,
the past it all appears to us,
'though it did not conclude.

Now to the right direct your gaze,
on further up the wall,
waiting next there to be viewed,
the future it is called.

But stand far back and view the Whole.
Be still and see just how
this present, past and future art
is really all the Now.

For what it's worth,

lenny