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<eventtime>2013-01-02 23:39:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2013-01-03 04:39:12</logtime>
<subject>This I Believe</subject>
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By Plethora Tursor Drake Other N.T.M. the 49th I believe in a divine being who is benevolent but largely incomprehensible to us, not all powerful and not all knowing, extensive and vast though that knowledge may be. I believe that all churches and organized religion possess a form of Godliness but deny the power thereof, and the extent to which they attempt to declare that which God is; likely signifies that they are far more deprived of godliness than other religions that allow God to define their own self. I believe that acceptance of all truth in the world; as it is, not as we wish it to be, brings us closer to wisdom, and therefor to God. I believe that the concept of original sin was created by Man to justify his harsher actions and to create a mechanism of guilt wherein the state might oppress the weak and defenseless. I believe that Jesus is the Christ but that he saves us not from death but unmerited guilt for things not possible and to inspire us to greater compassion and empathy. I believe in calling myself a follower of Christ rather than a christian so long as the majority of Christians believe in a God that would use devilish tactics including fire, brimstone, hurricanes, death, memory wiping, enslavement, genocide and more to enact "his way." I believe that for practical purposes there is no God in the daylight world unless we open our minds and hearts to see the hand of the divine, but in day to day matters we are the agents of God and any good we want to happen must be manifest in ourselves. I believe that if God really wanted to communicate with us, there would be more efficient ways than feelings, crazy people and 2000 year old writings (some of whom were crazy people)...and I believe that this communication takes place but it applies to each of us individually and no human has ANY kind of spiritual authority of any kind over another. I believe that if God was really serious about making a Prophet they would not need to use trickery to show their power but would do things like cause plagues of locusts, part seas, raise the dead etc, instead of resorting to the same tricks con men do.
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<itemid>150729</itemid>
<eventtime>2013-01-18 09:08:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2013-01-18 14:08:28</logtime>
<subject>Kane Eagle</subject>
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by Emmit Other The lights in the garden wrap all around the trees in winter. It is stunning to behold in its majesty and sophistication. The crowd has filled up to brimming excess on this, the last of nights. All around me, known and unknown, gape and delight at the wonders. But in this wonderland, I look up farther and can see a different scene. I see the quiet majesty of towering trees, slumbering beneath the lights, waiting for spring. And I feel the bloom of spring, and thus forced to gaze through the lens of time, I feel the autumn again where all has been accomplished in its bulk, And we can enjoy a bounteous harvest. My beloved holds my hand as we stroll the labyrinth of frozen green Twinkling dual eyes gazing lovingly inward into our duality Beneath the darkens sprinkling emerald stars of An unnaturally hot house of glorious forest rain. This is the year of disdiscontent. This hopes to be a year of bounty, A year of union A year of joy.
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<itemid>150979</itemid>
<eventtime>2013-01-30 11:23:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2013-01-30 16:23:58</logtime>
<subject>On the Passing of Tikki</subject>
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by Emmit Other Love cannot be measured In the moment that you feel it But the pain of loss Can oft be searing And just as real As anything else that truly matters. We miss our four legged little friends And will feel their absence Expecting them there Gone Like an arm or a hand that has been removed The ghost of a whisper That can never be replaced But some of this is a good thing. We do not know the mysteries of all creation But a shard of our experiences Will live in our hearts forever Passing or no Love endures And that is what truly matters. They were there in the end In the darkened hours When no one else was. The storms pass The lucidity phases But the black and white purr of consolation Never truly leaves us. Not really. You shall be remembered.
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<itemid>151145</itemid>
<eventtime>2013-01-31 20:19:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2013-02-01 01:19:42</logtime>
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Bully the Reindeer [1 of 12 of the League of Christmas Darkness]
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by Emmit Other Bully the Reindeer When they said that all of the reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They meant me. I was the ringleader. I was the guy who kept the bulb nosed freak down. I had good reason. Ever hear of natural selection? Pretty basic. Pretty simple. That mutant filth was going to change the species Obliterate the herd. You think he was the first? We live around magic All day Every day And the elders are immortal. They are sacred And they are also prolific. There are thousands of us Caught there in the world between the worlds Where time moves skew the world of man We are servants of He The Father of Christmas The Harbinger of Recreational Justice The Fat Man of Christmas Town He is Father He is Party He is God And like a dark distant God Before the mutant He allowed me to observe my sacred calling To cull the herd. We are not wolves We do not slay our own Instead I simply allowed their own crushing despair To encourage them to take their own life Flow out on an iceberg Leap off a cliff in despair No one was harmed A few people cried It was a nice funeral Think about where that nose came from The aurora? Please It's magic Elven magic Twisting time and space Now every son of the mutant Might have that nose How will those of us not with Santa To blend in to the mortal world? What if next it is wings Or fangs Or worse? But Santa is fickle And the magic has slowly warped his mind over time So when the mutant came and sulked Some took pity on him They summoned the madman And asked us to stop mocking him. And so the mutant abided. Then...then one fateful foggy eve A magical mist Summoned by those of us who knew Santa needed a vital cleansing A purge of the elven magics from his warped and demented mind Instead found egress from the hope of the herd With the unholy blood red light from his glowing snoz. Off they went, The eight went with him Up into the sky To the world of men it was a day To us it was a year Extra time granted to visit all the worlds of men We waited Worried in the mist The elves began to go mad Cutting themselves to bits Baking reindeer and penguins and trolls Into giant cookies Dark clouds appeared on the horizon Purple and Yellow Candy Cane Clouds Rained and made Red and Black Snow After an eternity There was a light in the sky The mad one had returned Slowly purging the chaos Restoring his realm By the force of his will And the mutant was raised to the immortal ranks of the nine. I was banished Forced to wander the world of men Herded by a bunch of Norwegian yokels Was I wrong? I regret nothing We nearly had hope Now our race is doomed Sure Sure as the sun shall rise To go down in history.
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