Even if you found proof of some manner of "demon" who's to say they are the spirit creatures from YOUR beliefs?? For all you know they could be ghosts, or aliens, or some manner of spirit creature that has always been around in some form. Now, I don't believe this personally, but proof of the supernatural does not necessarily translate to the Christian supernatural.
Naeblis
JoinedPosts by Naeblis
-
47
agnostic.....reality?
by msil ini am agnostic.
(see no fancy writing stuff).
i dont know if god exists (i think he must - but i dont know).
-
-
-
11
Thoughts? Comments? Flames?
by Naeblis infirst draft of part of the prologue.
posting it for general perusal.
i find that as i type these words into the computer that my mind is finally after all this time only now accepting what has happened to me.
-
-
Naeblis
Thanks for the positive comments so far. Logical..thanks.. I think :P And I never heard of him Jan, actually the name is a tiny bit familiar.
-
11
Thoughts? Comments? Flames?
by Naeblis infirst draft of part of the prologue.
posting it for general perusal.
i find that as i type these words into the computer that my mind is finally after all this time only now accepting what has happened to me.
-
-
Naeblis
First draft of part of the prologue. Posting it for general perusal.
I find that as I type these words into the computer that my mind is finally after all this time only now accepting what has happened to me. In fact, were it not so completely entrenched in memory I would surely think myself mad as you no doubt will. Your modern eyes and ears hearing the words and safely filing them away in some corner of your mind where all nonsense is stored, a tale to pass the time enjoyably, and perhaps not even that. I have done many things in my life, but the mantle of the writer I have never worn. But as my hands type quickly over the plastic keys I feel the story bubbling to the surface, and I hope that it at least gives me some semblence of peace.
Let us begin with the ending as it were. I live now in a comfortable retirement home in the United States of America. The "U.S." A fascinating country where everything and nothing is possible all at the same time. Where a more than simple man can rise to the ultimate position of power only to dance to the strings of the system that put him there. I'm happy now. I know that I am dying and were it not for the reason that I simply do not know why I'm dying I believe I could accept it. Do you believe me when I say this? I will ask you to believe much more before my tale is complete. Outside the rain strikes the ground softly and the breeze is gentle and warm, much the same as it was more than fifty centuries ago when I was born.
I was thrust into the world a little over 5000 years ago. Yes, the very number seems to leap off the page does it not? This is the point where I imagine the suspension of belief comes in and of this I am perfectly accepting. I am only too keenly aware that I will not be believed as the one person i confided my story to dismissed me angrily, but more of that in time. I was born with eyes tightly clenched, and with my voice unleashed I welcomed myself to the world. We were not divided nicely into neat patriotic slices of the map in my time, we were nomads, my parents moving quickly with their own soon after my birth. This land was hard and the people therefore were hard, this mountainous desert that would later be Babylon, and later still Iraq. Perhaps if I wanted to "prove" to you my story I could write in the early Sumerian language that I spoke, but in this age of the internet you could no doubt decipher it and reply with an equally obscure script. I jest now, it has been long since those old words have passed my lips. It was a clever language and simpler than the shades and countless meanings of every word that infect this English, but it's time has passed. Let me say here that life itself was simpler then, we moved as need dictated, we hunted and we traded with those we met and by the age of 10 I was running along with my father as he hunted for the animals that we ate. But I have not given my name have I? Dotamas was the name that my father gave to me, though it was too soon before I was baptized into another.
It has been so long since I have spoken of my Father that I am amazed at the feelings that his blurry memory awaken. He was a great man, patient and kind, and knowledge was never held back by him but flowed through him easily and with joy. My days were filled with the teachings of becoming a man, and the nights with the stories of our past, Of Gilgamesh and the flood and songs and stories that even your learned men have never found. He did not deserve what happened to him later by the man that was to replace his tutoring with one of his own. It was my hope that my Father never really knew what was happening to him though by indirect experience I knew it was not so. Who knows what kind of a man I would have become had my life not been so diverted, most likely a simple and unimportant existence followed by an equally unobserved death. I have pondered many times in teh past on whether I would have chosen that fate for my own, even knowing now what the alternative would demand of me. I never did discover the answer.
In truth I could fill many pages with revelations about my people that would intrigue and excite scholars but that is not the story I choose to tell. I was a man of 18 years when this tale truly begins, the day that I met HIM, and for all intents and purposes, he remained my companion for the next 4000 years. I remember returning from a small village, the name of which escapes me. I had been trading some of the surplus food and skins that we had acquired and returning with some items that we needed for the coming weeks. He was talking to father quietly, his gaze fixed on me as I walked towards them, his eyes never leaving mine even as Father raised his arms angrily and made to turn away. Only then did he turn away and place his hand gently on my Fathers shoulder. I remember his face vividly as he stopped and began to turn towards the strange visitor. Utter resignation. He had been defeated somehow in this short exchange, he had fought and he had argued but he had lost.
-
13
JW's---Source of ANTHRAX?
by FatJackMcCracken inthis subscriber was threatened to have mailed to him, via united states post service, the deadly anthrax bacteria.
the threat was made by forum member r.rodriguez of the united states.
mr.rodriguez, i understand, is an active member in the watchtower religion.
-
-
Naeblis
*rolls eyes* This must be some kind of Jewish plot.
-
156
I'm Screwed Up, You're Screwed Up
by Farkel ini have not followed very many threads of late, so if someone has already made the same observations i'm about to make, i apologize for my redundancy.. .
i admit it: i'm part of a highly secretive, highly elite group.
(we have to drink two quarts of fresh yak blood and get a tattoo of a pentagram on our butts as part of of the initiation.
-
-
Naeblis
I think the Voice of Reason is Fred Hall
-
156
I'm Screwed Up, You're Screwed Up
by Farkel ini have not followed very many threads of late, so if someone has already made the same observations i'm about to make, i apologize for my redundancy.. .
i admit it: i'm part of a highly secretive, highly elite group.
(we have to drink two quarts of fresh yak blood and get a tattoo of a pentagram on our butts as part of of the initiation.
-
-
Naeblis
You guys have an unhealthy obssession with each other. Personally, I think Teejay and Julie are secretly in love. :)
-
14
some fall photos
by crittersitter inwanted to share some fall pix...a few days ago i took these...now the leaves are gone..... .
-
-
Naeblis
That little girl is stuck in a tree!!! :(
-
22
any other goth people here? :o)
by hex inhey there, i'm brand new obviously...i was raised as a witness but left 2 years ago, and my buddy *i think he goes by skiingcowboy on this board* sent me this link.. i was just wondering if there were any other gothies on the board.
:)
-
-
Naeblis
That's beautiful man.. *wipes tear* I'm going to start a thread where we can ALL post our goth poetry. :)
-
22
any other goth people here? :o)
by hex inhey there, i'm brand new obviously...i was raised as a witness but left 2 years ago, and my buddy *i think he goes by skiingcowboy on this board* sent me this link.. i was just wondering if there were any other gothies on the board.
:)
-
-
Naeblis
Goth girls make my underwear sing show tunes :)
-
22
any other goth people here? :o)
by hex inhey there, i'm brand new obviously...i was raised as a witness but left 2 years ago, and my buddy *i think he goes by skiingcowboy on this board* sent me this link.. i was just wondering if there were any other gothies on the board.
:)
-
-
Naeblis
I sent away for my goth card but it still hasn't come in. :( I've been practicing eating babies though for when it gets here! Mmm babies ;)