Dada poem6

 Days of him are 5 years old.

Good luck with your blue eyes that look like Hitler!

You can not touching garbage!

You can get a sea horse!

It keeps going and going to be boring.

I know something about this guy.

 

Have you ever tried to connect to extraterrestrial beings before? Good evening! Recently, one of our local customers asked if we had any crystals or other items to help them connect or communicate with aliens. Though it's not something we delve into often, one of our crystal healers was interested in the task. So, tonight we are going to share the knowledge we have learned with you.   The first crystal we thought of right away was Lemurian Seed Quartz. That is because Lemurian Seed Crystals are said to have originated in a country known as Mu or Lemuria. This civilization, according to the legends, was a peaceful and highly developed spiritual civilization that existed over 12 million years ago in the area of the South Pacific. The area is now beneath the sea. The Lemurians are believed to have foreseen a cataclysmic event and prepared the Seed Crystals to preserve their knowledge and traditions. During the last days of their civilization, the Lemurians decided to plant seed crystals programmed to transmit a message of oneness. Having seeded the crystals, most of the Lemurians left this planet for other star systems, perhaps as light beings or spirits. Others went into the inner earth where they continue to care for the earth and the seed crystals now surfacing. Now, Lemurian Seed crystals could work well but they are also fairly rare and therefore, can be quite expensive. We needed an inexpensive piece of the Universe. It almost felt like looking for a needle in a haystack until someone brought up Peridot. Peridot is the gem version of a mineral called Olivine, an iron and magnesium silicate. Olivine is part of the makeup of our solar system neighbors, including some meteorites that occasionally fall on our home planet. However, there are deposits on Earth as well. In fact, Peridot from Earth’s own deposits was one of the first gemstones treasured by mankind. The ancient Egyptians called it “the gem of the sun” after discovering a deposit in what’s now known as St. John’s Island in the Red Sea. Some healers believe that the Peridot sources on Earth were left there from non-Earthly sources. While there are some scholars who believe that advanced aliens of some sort visited Earth thousands of years ago to help humans out with technology and structures. Therefore, it could be that these extraterrestrial beings left some of these crystal deposits behind. Peridot in its basic form, Olivine, was also found in comet dust brought back from the Stardust robotic space probe in 2006, has been discovered on the moon, and detected by instrument on Mars by NASA’s Global Surveyor. The only thing left we need is something to amplify our message out into the Universe and there is nothing better than a Clear Quartz. This is because Clear Quartz amplifies whatever energy or intent is programmed into it, and continues to broadcast that energy throughout the world and into the etheric realms. This may accelerate the fulfillment of one's prayers, intensify healing or spiritual growth, or simply allow the crystal to hold a pattern of energy long enough and strongly enough for the manifestation of a goal to occur.    Connecting with the Beings of the Universe "Aliens" can have a negative connotation for some people so we're choosing to call them beings of the Universe. This ritual isn't necessarily used to communicate with these beings. You can attempt to communicate with them, however, it's not likely they'll answer back. Even still, if some historians and believers are correct, the beings of the Universe seem to have an affinity for the people of Earth and want to take care of them. Therefore, if they are listening, maybe they can offer you some cosmic assistance. Items Needed: 1 Lemurian Seed crystal OR 1 Peridot crystal 1 Clear Quartz crystal Directions: Wait until nightfall to get started. You can do this ritual inside but if you can do it outside under the night sky, even better. Sit down and get comfortable. Set whichever crystal you choose, or both, right down in front of you. If you're using both, set them right next to it so they are touching. Place the Clear Quartz within a couple of inches of the crystal(s). They should be close together but not touching. Close your eyes and hold both of your hands over the crystals. Hold them up like you are warming your hands in front of a fire. Focus on connecting your energy with the crystals. Next, place both of your hands over the center of your chest (your Heart Chakra) and look up towards the sky. You may close your eyes again or keep them open to study the stars. Focus on the message you want to communicate with the beings of the Universe. You can ask for help with a goal, dealing with a hard situation, or express your desire to communicate with them. The choice is yours. Pick the crystals up and hold them in your hand with your palm (and the crystals) facing up toward the sky. Repeat your desire at least three times. You are now finished. If you find things becoming a little easier in the days ahead... you'll know who to thank!   Have a wonderful evening ♥

We are not meant to understand predestination

Merely because something is in the Bible does not mean that we are meant to understand it. God is a trinity. Nobody can understand that. You think that you can understand reality. Reality does not need to be understood. It is ok for there to be mysteries! We are not meant to understand everything. We are not God. We are told not to try to understand how God works. God is God. You are not. Get over yourself. Die to your desire to understand everything. Jesus Christ wants us to come as little boys and girls. We are not meant to understand everything. Jesus loves me, this I know - that is all I need to know. Now, leave me alone, and stop shredding the sheep 🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑 of God for whom Christ died.

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log handled spoons

myth of ur

2+2=5

בְּרֵאשִׁית בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים אֵת הַשָּׁמַיִם וְאֵת הָאָרֶץ

בְּרֵאשִׁית בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים אֵת הַשָּׁמַיִם וְאֵת הָאָרֶץ

In the first place in heaven
ἐν ἀρχῇ ἐποίησεν ὁ θεὸς τὸν οὐρανὸν καὶ τὴν γῆν

If you started fixing heaven and earth
In principio creavit Deus cælum et terram.

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

In the beginning God made from nothing the heavens and the earth.

Newspeak

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.

Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston's own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.

Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live — did live, from habit that became instinct — in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste — this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow-herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible.

The Ministry of Truth — Minitrue, in Newspeak(1) — was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, 300 metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:

WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously. They were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided. The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty.

The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons.

Winston turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen. He crossed the room into the tiny kitchen. By leaving the Ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark-coloured bread which had got to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast. He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY GIN. It gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese rice-spirit. Winston poured out nearly a teacupful, nerved himself for a shock, and gulped it down like a dose of medicine.

Reassess western logic

1. Stop thinking only about Plato and his ideas. He is dead. Hurry him! Western logic is just one ☝ way of thinking about things. Western logic is not for everyone. Stop forcing reality into boxes! You think that you can understand reality. You think that you can understand truth. You think that you can understand the Bible. Go ahead and try to understand how things turn out when you try to do that. God stops making sense. Pain stops making sense. You are left crying 😢 all the time. Plato and Aristotle spoke about questioning everything. Why not question them? Why not reanalyze all western logic? A+B category may not be how the world works. You accept the assumptions of western civilization. Ask yourself why you do that! Remember the Maccabees! Western logic hurt the Jews. Free your mind!

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