today on history channel:monday, july 26 @ 8pm et/pt journey back through time into the mysterious world of ufos as revealed through ancient biblical texts.
through intensive reinterpretation of early religious documents, researchers believe that they have found evidence of ancient ufo activity.
from elijah's flying "chariots of fire" to ezekiel's "wheels within wheels in the sky", and even the enigmatic aerial phenomenon leading moses during the exodus, we put a modern perspective on the writings of the bible in the context of ufos.
Hi Chris...
Sorry to rattle you. I had a user name and password of my own but cant remember what it was and the site wont let me in. All is well here although very warm. I hope this note finds you well and in good spirits. I am going through a lot of dad's papers and journals. He a very large file of stuff here. It a labor of my love.
Visited him this weekend. Miss him very much. Take care.
Your friend
Misty
today on history channel:monday, july 26 @ 8pm et/pt journey back through time into the mysterious world of ufos as revealed through ancient biblical texts.
through intensive reinterpretation of early religious documents, researchers believe that they have found evidence of ancient ufo activity.
from elijah's flying "chariots of fire" to ezekiel's "wheels within wheels in the sky", and even the enigmatic aerial phenomenon leading moses during the exodus, we put a modern perspective on the writings of the bible in the context of ufos.
Using my Dads old sign in...sorry.
Best regards, Misty Dawn
There was a cult named Heavan's Gate.
Those 39 they could not wait.
After Hale-Bopp it was too late.
That zany Mr. Applegate!
The UFO they said they'd find,
Trailed Hale-Bopp not far behind.
A crazier notion I've yet to find.
At what point did they lose their mind?
They did not die there in the hall.
They did not die against the wall.
It seemed that no one tried to stall,
Communal phenobarbitol.
It took no time to close their peepers.
The cops just thought they were deep sleepers.
My favorite part? Their new black sneakers!
Will Nike market them as "Air Grim Reapers"?
Now this is the part I really hate:
The testicles they did castrate.
I guess they made no plans to mate.
They could not even masturbate!
I guess when you figure death cannot wait,
There is no time to masturbate.
What?! No time to masturbate?!
Why would ANYONE join Heavan's Gate?!
This one belief they did all share:
For life on earth they did not care.
Their families thought it wasn't fair.
Hey, what was their f**ked up hair?
The media cannot help debate,
What caused them to direct their fate.
Was it Mr. Applegate?
Who cares? They were nuts! I think it's great.
I toast them with every vodka sip.
Now, who else wants that mothership?
One comes to mind - as I purse my lip.
I think Tim McVeigh earned a free one-way trip!
hello my friends and fellow survivors.. i am writing to tell you how much i have enjoyed being part of your lives.. just knowing that i may have been able to help you during your journey through life has .
added a warm feeling to my life.
i have always tried to remember that life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Hello my friends and fellow survivors.
I am writing to tell you how much I have enjoyed being part of your lives.
Just knowing that I may have been able to help you during your journey through life has
added a warm feeling to my life.
I have always tried to remember that life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. And I have been blessed by many moments
both good and bad.
I will leave you soon forever and my wish is that you continue to strive for healing and the inner strength that I know you have.
The road you must travel will be rough at times, but there are many “rest stops” along the way to pause and regroup. There are many things to lean upon in troubled times
if you are willing to seek them out. To all of you have a yearning to write about your life and feelings…I encourage you to continue. I see many new writers and poets among you.
May you all find peace and healing.
Thank you for being part of my life.
With deepest respect…
Torturedsoul
the darkness of a cloudy day.... falls prey to winter snow.... the shades are drawn.... now shutting out..... the wicked afterglow.... your heart in search of something.... that was lost so long ago.... the innocence and virtues.... in a world that no one knows... .
a summer day was hot and long.... spent laughing..so carefree.... and now you hunger... silent.... for what can never be.... the warmth of arms that cradled.... blew away ... with spring time winds... .
so well you hid your troubled eyes.... from family and from friends... .
The darkness of a cloudy day...
falls prey to winter snow...
the shades are drawn...
now shutting out....
the wicked afterglow...
Your heart in search of something...
that was lost so long ago...
the innocence and virtues...
in a world that no one knows...
A summer day was hot and long...
spent laughing..so carefree...
and now you hunger... silent...
for what can never be...
The warmth of arms that cradled...
blew away ... with spring time winds...
so well you hid your troubled eyes...
from family and from friends...
Behind those eyes were secrets...
that you never dared to tell...
a pool of such atrocities...
a deep dark wishing well...
a hole so deep... no ladder...
would ever bail you out...
inside the darkness...no one heard...
the screaming...crying .. shout...
Submit...the world was blinded...
by the generations lost...
their morals thrown upon the wind...
a pile of dung they tossed...
As you...lie helpless...wondering...
now who will shelter us...
as they consume the worldly bread...
while flinging you a crust...
Through gritted teeth you faltered...
and suffered all alone....
yet many times...you didn't see...
a golden light that shone...
An angel walked beside you...
and she's still there today...
to guide you on the darkest nights...
and take you all the way...
alone he sat and stared .
at pictures hanging on the wall.... the photographs now old and grey .
not really there at all.... a slide show of his life .
Alone he sat and stared
at pictures hanging on the wall...
the photographs now old and grey
not really there at all...
A slide show of his life
now racing by...in black and white...
he takes a seat...gets ready..
for an ageless...timeless flight....
As tears slid down a weary cheek
a little boy of four...
a red guitar within his hands
that he can play no more...
With hair as dark as midnight
his hand set against his chin...
who fought the battle gallantly
a fight he could not win....
A baby lying silent..
in a crib done up in blue..
that colored it in silent screams...
a deafening misty hue...
A little man who never owned...
a bat.. a ball.. a glove....
the one thing that he longed for….
the gentle touch of love....
A sunset on mountain...
a sunrise on the lake....
a thought about a second chance...
he always chose to take....
The hatred of a mother...
who said she wished her son was dead...
the many paths of interest....
always searching...where they led...
Now comes the end...
the saturated silence falls around...
so heavy...you can hear it ...
as it clatters to the ground...
Awakening the dead one...
not dead..only in a trance...
the music starts...he's ready...
for the very last..slow dance...
TS
last night we were coming home from a night of dancing,and came upon a really bad wreck, a young man, had flipped his jeep, several times and his car was on fire.
we must have just missed the wreck, because there were two cars there that saw it and they didnt know what to do......i told my hubby as we stopped to see if anyone had called 911 yet, and asked him to ask if anyone needed first aid.
i am not in the medical field but i know enough first aid to help until the emt arrived.
You done good girl!! :-)
We all have some purpose here on earth I truly believe. Maybe its to help anyone, no matter who, what or color they are. I applaud you on taking the time to stop and at least see if your help was needed.
And…while I am at it.. THANK YOU for being in my life during my final journey. Your kind words have truly helped in this scary and somewhat awkward time. Lyin Eyes, please use my email address if you so choose.
Peace and comfort to you and yours
TS
simon...thank you for having this site available.... avishai and lady lee, and all others involved with care and treatment, keep up the good work.
as the survivor of a sexual assault that occurred when i was 10 and a few years later under the guise of treatment help, i have always found it difficult to describe the fury of emotions and self-assessment that followed the crime.
even though i coped, my struggle is made insignificant with words.
Simon...Thank you for having this site available...
Avishai and Lady Lee, and all others involved with care and treatment, keep up the good work
As the survivor of a sexual assault that occurred when I was 10 and a few years later under the guise of treatment help, I have always found it difficult to describe the fury of emotions and self-assessment that followed the crime. Even though I coped, my struggle is made insignificant with words. I felt worthless, helpless, and guilt blossomed inside and rooted into every nerve. By not having been able to fight them off my body, I told myself, I was therefore a wimp, and insignificant and horrid waste of a man. There was no one to tell. I didn’t cry, I didn’t laugh, and above all I didn’t feel, because feelings would build me into a raging maniac. I still remember the cold cement floors of a squalid hospital, lying naked and the smell of feces and urine, the torture and madness by others and the countless treatments that only made everything worse. I kept everyone away by hurting them, believing on some level that in this way I would ensure that no one would ever be close enough to hurt me again. No one had told me that an adult could harm a child. I wondered what else they hadn’t told me about life, what other lies would haunt me as I grew into adulthood.
When I finally turned to my family, I was told "you should not have gone down there" "Its all your fault". When I turned to the hospital people they laughed. It was like a scene out of "one flew over the cuckoos nest"
There is no quick recovery. Healing the crime may be the greatest challenge during a lifetime. Healing can drain a survivor of everything he ever learned about life, people and religion, and there is a tendency to become physically exhausted for months or longer. Everyone the victim knows becomes a stranger, except for his therapist and other survivors or maybe someone the victim loves and trusts. Maybe this is why so many men choose another way out. Will I choose another way out? Possibly. Will I continue to have the strength to keep fighting? Uncertain. Will the terror of loneliness be too much for me? Probably. Will this nightmare ever end? Never. But I am a survivor and most important, I am Loved.
What hurts today is the way in which society remains out of focus and seemingly uninterested in the sexual abuse of a boy. Religious orders, schools, doctors, social workers have had and may still have pedophiles among them. Religions hide their rotten souls behind closed doors and their interpretations of "the word"
And when caught, deny everything or say…"it’s a lie…its just all a lie. Our elders, priest and preachers wouldn’t do that. It’s much easier to believe a boy is reporting a false memory, because it makes the real world seem a bit safer if everything we say is a fantasy. It remains taboo for a boy to discuss what happened. Parents assume an apathetic role because they say, "It won’t happen to my son. It only happens to . . ." (fill in the blank). The evidence of denial grows as the communities build guarded gates and private schools, all in hopes of protecting their children from someone who fits society’s stereotype of a child molester.
No matter what we do, pedophiles are the only people who have cracked the system. Their crimes generally go undetected by the parents of their victims until the damage is done, and if offenders are caught, their sentences generally last no more than two years. Only pedophiles who murder a child receive enough press coverage to rally local input—just two out of 11,000 last year in Texas.
The case against Father Kos isn’t new to Dallas. This has fumed and smoldered for three years. There have been insensitive remarks made by people against the men who brought these charges, but their bravery has made it possible for more than a dozen other boys to step forward with similar charges against Kos. Dallas residents who feel these men are in it for the money, or glamour or a cheap thrill are the same people who believe that castration is going to stop a pedophile from molesting again.
What we need to create for our children is an environment that embraces a boy who has the courage to tell of his rape. We must believe him, and support him, and not make him responsible for holding the burden of the adult act. Being molested is not what a boy wants. Even though it is out of his control, he all too often is the only person who must pay.
This is my last writing on this subject…done…finished…..over…completed.
Most of you know that my time is short. I save my strength to breath and enjoy the best I can, one more sunrise, one more smile, one more hug. To my fellow survivors, I leave you with these few words. It can and it will get better. The demons hide in the dark and if you bring them forth into the sunlight they will start to dissapear. Its not an easy journey, but with love and determination, you can get better. We all have some burdens, some more that others. I have found in the 53 years since the unspeakable happened, that the unspeakable must be spoken about. You must have determination. and you must have self-love. Each day is a battle and a challenge.
I'd like to think that because of the past I have endured, I could bring something of value into someone elses life.
I wish to thank all of you for what you have shown me.
I wish you peace, happiness and healing.
Torturedsoul
today is memorial day in the united states, a day when soldiers killed in war are honored.. those who served their country, died for their country, ......are remembered.
accolades, parades and flowers are all over the place but no money!!!!.
some soldiers qualify for food stamps, veterans are fearful of more cuts to their benefits.
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought, how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, Freedom is not free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
at the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, Freedom isn't free!!
TS
i am having a discussion on another board about the topic of disciplining children.
some people seem to think that as long as the child did something to "deserve" it then the parent has the right to hit anyway they want.. grrrr.
many of us grew up in a society that accepted the practice of corporal punishment.
Hello.....
I have been working with abused children for over 25 years and I have a few ideas.Some may not be agreed with, but I guess this subject can be debated forever.
By the age of four a child knows the difference between right and wrong. Children will have already begun to test their limits by this age. The parent must provide boundaries.
Let your child know from the onset what behavior is acceptable and what is not. Let your child know what attitudes are acceptable and what are not. Then firmly enforce these boundaries. Above all, do not dismiss direct defiance for which a child must be punished. Punishment is a part of discipline as is reward. Many parents do not want to hurt their children by being "strict," but children at this age need strong leadership. If you as a parent do not provide it, a child will seek role-models elsewhere.
When it becomes necessary to punish a child, do not make threats you do not intend to or cannot enforce. Your child will remember and will begin to ignore you if you do not enforce the rules. Kids have many privileges which they view as rights. Take privileges away from your child, and he or she will take you seriously. Do not make your child go to bed without dinner, but feel free to eliminate dessert.
Spanking is one of the biggest debates with parents today. I think a good guideline is that spanking should be used as a last resort punishment when a child is consistently defying the parent. Children older than eight should probably not be spanked (it hurts your hand) :-)
If you want to effectively discipline your children, they must trust and respect you. By following through with your statements you will earn their respect, but you need to show your children that you love them by spending time with them. Quality time is great, but quantity is important, too. Children are not fooled by material gifts which, outside of special occasions, are nothing more than bribes or apologies.
Some children take longer to discipline than others. You must help your children mold their wills. Do not break their spirits. Teach your children to think about their actions. Model appropriate behavior for them. If you make a mistake, then apologize. Show them that good behavior has benefits. Reward their good behavior or achievements from time to time. Everyone likes to be recognized. Do not reward every good thing they do, or they will expect to be rewarded for behaving properly.
Just a few thoughts
TS
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how do you feel about euthanasia for people that are terminally ill and have no hope of recovery?
should it be made legal for them to be allowed to die a peaceful death by a simple injection as opposed to dying a painful and agonizing death?
i ask, because a co-worker of mine is dying of cancer and he's in alot of pain.
Thanks Abaddon.........
I am glad you were able to set the record straight regarding a few miss words that were posted.I am positive .Yeru wasn't trying to belittle the process or those of us who have decided that this is better than the overwhelming pain. I would'nt want the tax payers or anyone to be out any money for this choice I have made.
The only part of the medical system that is involved is my private doctor.
TS
