Yes, one wonders what the thing gains from haunting one's particular self, is it lonely? what can one do for it? and hissing is a strange mode of attempting communication and must be all it could do... I thought a snake was swimming in the bilge and thus put my feet/legs up off the deck. Was it the snake that visited Eve in the Garden of Eden...one's imagination runs wild when such a strange entity presents.
LAW IS NEITHER OBEYED DISOBEYED NOR BROKEN / AN EXISTENTIAL ONTOLOGICAL DISPROOF OF LAW
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Indeed!
Yes, that's a good question, what does it stand to gain? One does wonder.
In my case, I don't know if you know about I-Ching, it's a military type divinition tool. You toss sticks with a flat side and a round side while asking your question, and the sticks give a number of a reading in the book. It was pretty wild because I was asking many extremely specific questions, and this whole picture emerged of what what going to be happening to me. But there were certain things I couldn't get an answer to. In a nutshell, after weeding out several options that I was choosing from, I came to the one that I would do such and such, and would be taken prisoner by the chief authority, help captive for 2 weeks, then set completely free, and the greatest good would be accomplished.
Even though this was a military system, I could never get a better answer of who was going to do this than "the chief authority" though there are literally scores of other answers in there.
DISCLAIMER : Never Use Divination. I was not trusting God.
Though I didn't believe in God at the time, I thought collectively we were all God, I had this idea that whomever I was communicating with didn't really want to be communicating with me. I had the distinct feeling that I was interrogating someone or something that resented having to tell me.
Within a matter of days, the story started playing out.
God gripped my mind, revealing His truth, and as much as I wanted to resist, because I was giving up godhood, but 2 weeks later, I was a Christian, just like the man I had laughed in his face as he gave me a ride in his car just before those 2 weeks, telling me that he could see in me that God had plans for me.
OK. I pretty much never tell anyone that!
Much love!
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The chief authority was Christ by whom you were captured and freed from sin by His works.
I kept extensive notes of the interchange which was in Greek (thus the Greek dictionary); threw them away later when it was clear that it had no meaning for my life except to flatter my vanity, i.e., I must be some cool dude for an entity to choose to visit me! Only one of the two people I told believed me.
Gee, that was kind of my take on it.
I've come to think that there was a spirit being who was doing the divination thing, but that in this case, was forced by God not to lie, as I think they are wont to do.
I was wondering about the Greek dictionary! A morse Greek exchange! That sounds rather daunting! But you are obviously intelligent. Maybe that's why I don't tell too many people, why push the whole credibility thing!
I once took a course in Greek at Louisiana Bible College, and thus knew the alphabet and could sound out/read Greek words.Gee, that was kind of my take on it.
I've come to think that there was a spirit being who was doing the divination thing, but that in this case, was forced by God not to lie, as I think they are wont to do.
I was wondering about the Greek dictionary! A morse Greek exchange! That sounds rather daunting! But you are obviously intelligent. Maybe that's why I don't tell too many people, why push the whole credibility thing!
When I went over to a good friend's house and told him what was happening out on "Susan", he asked me what its name was, I answered ET, which was a movie out at the time, he laughed heartily and my tale became absurd to him. I completely failed to tell him Etheos, which would have been more credible. Another good friend who was there agreed to go out to the boat to see. We rowed out there and the thing went silent when Larry was there, and I never heard it again. So, there I was with this enormous old hardbound encyclopedic dictionary, which I had paid a bunch for, disappointed Etheos did not prove me true for my friend. Had Etheos gone? A hiss would have been welcomed!
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Wild!
You know, it does sound incredible to someone who hasn't has something like that happen too. But I know what I experienced too.
When my father in law died, it fell to me to clean out his boat, and I lived there a few days at the marina. I sure loved it! He had gone to Taiwan 30 years previous to oversee it's construction, fiberglass hull and the rest teak, a 38" schooner Pendragon. I could spot it by the black mast. I've always loved the ocean!
Much love!
Wow, a schooner in teak, a radically beautiful and incredibly enduring wood. I have crewed on large Taiwan teak enhanced fiberglass sailing craft, and been a guest sailing aboard many large sailboats, knowing up to a fifty foot wooden sailboat I skippered for a family that owned it, and did not know how to sail; it had Egyptian cotton sails; a ketch with wooden masts.
I entered a salted fulltime existence on SF Bay with the purchase of a twenty foot Caranita wooden sailboat with spruce mast and boom, hull covered in fiberglass. Once I got out on the water I found all my employment there, working on a huge crane barge driving pilings and at a boatyard handling, hauling-out and repairing all types of craft, where many were just given to me gratis, including a classic thirty foot double ender motorboat from the thirties, and I worked in exchange for a forty eight foot wooden proa, which is an outrigger canoe, which could be rowed from the bow with long oars as well as sailed. I sailed a forty foot all teak Chinese junk; my friend the owner said it could not come about; I showed him it would come about right then and there,by backfilling the headsail and bringing it through the eye of the wind onto another tack.
Living on the water for so long made me realize that when it is said Christ walked on water it is meant he lived on a body of water and was a seaman, and not that He walked atop water, which is not possible.
Duane
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How cool! I'd love to sail on a Junk! I hand built a small version of one when I was about 8 years old to sail about at the end of a string in our local pond.
That's what I saw with my father in law, his whole life was on the ocean. He spent most his life in the Pacific, but I know he went other places too.
That motorboat, I got to help my dad restore one when I was 15 or so, this one was about 20 ft, also from the 30's. I loved that boat! Just gorgeous!
Of course the walking on water thing, the whole point is that it's not normally possible. But what is truly impossible?
Much love!
The Junk's rig had booms at both the foot and the heads of the sails; it was salty. We were sailing along on the Oakland Estuary right in front of Jack London square, and the people ashore were shouting and waving us over to come and pick them up to share in the fun...and the people in the houseboats were quite vocal too, the screaming women loved the spectacle, with the Junk's flags furiously waving!
Wow look at that bowsprit, it must be twenty feet. I've never seen an aftsprit!
In this theoretical attempt to identify the Gospel as having been authored by Roman scholars, mention is made of an instance where Josephus convinced a Roman officer to release three crucified friends. of which two died and one revived:
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I know little about boats/ships, but I took lots of pictures during my 12 months [1964-1965] on slides. Eventually I was able to scan them into my computer but some times the quality was poor:
Right, as you see, I was there when it was first becoming a big thing. I arrived in Viet Nam in August of 1964 when there were only 16,000 American troops there mostly support troops for the ARVN [Army Rep of Viet Nam] forces who handled any combat against the Viet Cong. The first real American combat troops arrived in January of 1965. By the time I left in August 1965 the number of troops had increased to 65,000 with a large percentage of them being combat soldiers. I was a microwave radio repairman in the Army Signal Corps stationed on the Danang Air Force Base. Our perimeter security was the responsibility of the US Air Force.
That's not what I'm asking though.
You said that you don't believe in resurrection because resurrection from the dead is impossible. Forget for the moment whether or not Jesus resurrected, or woke up, how can you catagorically state that resurrection is impossible?
Naturally this would mean that you know all the possibilities that exist, and that resurrection isn't one of them, right?
Much love!
marks;
I can maintain that coming back from death is impossible since there has never been a verified/verifiable evidentiary record made of an instance of a return from a bonified death; there is only Christian pure assertion that Christ did, (no one capable of determining for an absolute certainty He was indeed dead was in the tomb with Him or stayed with Him the entire time and actually saw Him reanimate); Christians who foolishly believe He also walked on the surface of water; Christians who believe in miracles; Christians who's God is merely deemed to be able to make exceptions to the knowns of physics and to the knowns of death, are the only persons, perhaps along with some Jewish, who assert Christ resurrected. Resurrection is mere wishful thinking.
Duane
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