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Post by Prime etc. on Jun 23, 2020 5:59:39 GMT
No drugs for me--my mind is pretty far out without anything but a refreshing glass of grape juice.
There's a theory that in fact, our reality is constantly opening up to other dimensions and much of the time we never notice. The idea is that if you are walking through your neighborhood and you see some object-a tree or something and you think--when did that appear? I never saw that before-and you ask people and they cant remember when it was there either--it is an example of a leaking universe. Someone on here provided a good example of this they encountered a bus driver they remembered from school and the driver acted like he was a total stranger
he found it incredible since he saw the driver at church all the time
he told his family and the father agreed-saying he remembered him but the mother and sister did not could be leaking universe maybe some people were from a parallel universe and since most changes between universes are subtle or you wouldnt know in your limited area it never gets discovered. Or like when you hear a celebrity died and you could have sworn you heard the same one died earlier.
Leaking universes.
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Post by Eva Yojimbo on Jun 23, 2020 6:07:02 GMT
Or, you know, faulty memories.
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Post by Prime etc. on Jun 23, 2020 6:09:58 GMT
Or, you know, faulty memories. Or, faulty memories inside the leaking universes!
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Post by Eva Yojimbo on Jun 23, 2020 6:13:29 GMT
Or, you know, faulty memories. Or, faulty memories inside the leaking universes!
The Mandela Effect is also worth mentioning here.
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Post by Prime etc. on Jun 23, 2020 6:14:59 GMT
The Mandela Effect is also worth mentioning here. Mandela does a lot of interdimensional travel.
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Post by Winter_King on Jun 23, 2020 13:50:50 GMT
Or, faulty memories inside the leaking universes!
The Mandela Effect is also worth mentioning here. No. It's called the Mengele Effect because people have a memory of Josef Mengele getting apprehended in Ohio in 1970. So, it's the Mengele Effect.
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Post by Catman on Jun 23, 2020 15:51:08 GMT
No. It's called the Mengele Effect because people have a memory of Josef Mengele getting apprehended in Ohio in 1970. So, it's the Mengele Effect. Wasn’t that really Gregory Peck? Catman has the memory of Mengele being killed by Dobermans in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 23, 2020 18:44:10 GMT
Possibly at least twice, maybe three times. And no, it didn't resemble that. It was as if there had been some kind of rift, and I suddenly awoke without having been asleep. Very bizarre. Where did you go? Vegas? No, but in Vegas it might not have been so strange. Once was in Florida many years ago. The second two instances were more recently in Alabama.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 1:06:20 GMT
No, but in Vegas it might not have been so strange. Once was in Florida many years ago. The second two instances were more recently in Alabama. Hmm...were you near the panhandle? I'm closer to the panhandle now. In Florida I was east of Tampa and south of Orlando.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 3:07:07 GMT
Well, I don't exactly regard NASA as a trustworthy source, but there are some strange things in Florida, like Spook Hill and Coral Castle.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 3:33:44 GMT
Well, I don't exactly regard NASA as a trustworthy source, but there are some strange things in Florida, like Spook Hill and Coral Castle. Stop looking for trust in something, because that will break your heart. Look for the signal in the noise. I look for trust in Jesus Christ and the Almighty God of the Universe, because everything else has turned out to be corruptible. The schools, the churches, the companies, the media, the nation itself; all corruptible.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 4:06:56 GMT
I look for trust in Jesus Christ and the Almighty God of the Universe, because everything else has turned out to be corruptible. The schools, the churches, the companies, the media, the nation itself; all corruptible. The message, ie, the noise is corruptible, but every sound starts with a signal. You don’t trust the churches, but trust its many contradictory messages? Just what is God? If you need to answer this by trusting in something you don’t trust, you’ll only chase your tail. God is as yet a mystery, and the author of this story. Maybe this example will help you to understand. Several years ago my house was burglarized. I didn't find out who did it until later, but upon arriving home I saw enough to tell me that someone did it. By the same token, I've seen enough to tell me that someone put all this in motion. I'm hoping for something more magnanimous than a charlatan pulling levers behind a curtain, but whatever the truth is, I'd like to know it.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 4:57:49 GMT
God is as yet a mystery, and the author of this story. Maybe this example will help you to understand. Several years ago my house was burglarized. I didn't find out who did it until later, but upon arriving home I saw enough to tell me that someone did it. By the same token, I've seen enough to tell me that someone put all this in motion. I'm hoping for something more magnanimous than a charlatan pulling levers behind a curtain, but whatever the truth is, I'd like to know it. Did you want to know why the burglar picked you? What was his motivation for the theft? Did you think it was you on purpose or a just bad luck that it was you? No question, the guy who robbed you is a lowdown crook who deserves punishment, but what’s his life about that brought you and he to that one point in time? Or are you satisfied with the noise that he was a one-dimensional low life? Please don’t answer anything here, just think about not the questions themselves, there maybe a narrative (organization of the noise known as signs) to the signal, the robbery, you’ve not considered yet. Asking questions and being skeptical even of your own assumptions is the best way I know to get to the “truth”...and then be prepared to question the truth. There’s no landing point using this method and takes a lot humor to sustain. You got the humor. I don't mind answering it here. The burglars were my nephew and his punk friend. My brother (who was a deputy at the time) had a little talk with punk friend and he never troubled me again. I got my stuff back. The burglary of my vehicle in May of 2014 was another story. Never got any of that back, and my nephew had the perfect alibi as he was in jail at the time. The point is (hopefully) that you don't have to know the whole story in order to see that someone wrote the story. There was intention. Is that so hard to understand?
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 7:02:51 GMT
I don't mind answering it here. The burglars were my nephew and his punk friend. My brother (who was a deputy at the time) had a little talk with punk friend and he never troubled me again. I got my stuff back. The burglary of my vehicle in May of 2014 was another story. Never got any of that back, and my nephew had the perfect alibi as he was in jail at the time. The point is (hopefully) that you don't have to know the whole story in order to see that someone wrote the story. There was intention. Is that so hard to understand? Is that so hard to understand?
Absolutely not. Therefore, you, as you were a part of the noise, understood the signs leading to the signal.* I, however, would not have known, based just on the first narrative, had I not asked the questions without bias except surmising the burglar was a “lowdown crook,” (aren’t all burglars) without considering he was your nephew and only you can judge his lowdowness, since you know him and I don’t. That’s how I approach the same thing you are. If you think it all comes down to who wrote the story...and you’re dead right...then find out as much about who wrote by deconstructing it to analyze the parts. There’s a thing in literary analysis and also used as a bete noir in fiction is the unreliable narrator. (Think Verbal Kint in the Usual Suspects) You got peeved with me about alien abduction. You think abductees are experiencing a real event. Per my analysis, they are indeed experiencing something beyond their control, perhaps something profound, but just what, I don’t know yet. I’m still asking questions. I have eliminated an actual abduction as seen in Hollywood movies because I’ve not seen enough proof to convince me. I cannot believe just because I want to. But, it’s possible. I don’t discount they are experiencing something and are other than being disillusion or frauds. Is this a phenomenon of the brain where inter dimensional communication of some kind is happening? Let’s find out, but don’t jump to conclusions. You said you believe this happened to you. I believe you. And I think Jesus was right. Read the parables and his preachings and forget the rest of of the pie in the sky bullshit and fairytale nonsense. And don’t get caught up in the lofty reinterpretations of his teachings as written or look for hidden messages. The parables are easy to analyze (most of the time Jesus even does the analysis) and his “commandments” simple enough to understand. And Jesus said little different than most other spiritual adepts before him. And don’t worry about the boogeymen. If you add up all of Trump’s lies and deception that are in plain view, you can easily see the truth about him. No one has to read Bolton’s book to know this. *I was rummaging Wikipedia for something on Charles Peirce...the probably the smartest man you never heard of...for something on my very loose use of his signal/noise epistemology, but ran upon this instead: Signal-to-noise ratio (abbreviated SNR or S/N) is a measure used in science and engineering that compares the level of a desired signal to the level of background noise. SNR is defined as the ratio of signal power to the noise power.... Peirce was a brilliant logician and mathematician, but hit upon how to analyze the onslaught of information in our lives using a basic pragmatic method. I don't remember being peeved with you about alien abduction. I remember mentioning that I had sleep paralysis once, but that's it. Is it possible for you to talk without mentioning the name of Donald Trump? He's a puppet. He's a puppet on a string. Even a gay man like you should be able to see it.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 8:16:46 GMT
I don't remember being peeved with you about alien abduction. I remember mentioning that I had sleep paralysis once, but that's it. Is it possible for you to talk without mentioning the name of Donald Trump? He's a puppet. He's a puppet on a string. Even a gay man like you should be able to see it. There you go again. Looking for boogeymen. Keeping looking up or you might miss something. At least I'm not a fruit.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 8:32:23 GMT
At least I'm not a fruit. Now you see. I’ve tried to engage in an honest conversation and show that I’m basically on your side. In everything I said above, what’s the most significant? Hint: it’s a three word sentence. You're basically on your own side.
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Jun 24, 2020 9:07:11 GMT
You're basically on your own side. How so? Do you regard anything as higher than yourself? An idea? A concept?
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Post by dividavi on Jun 24, 2020 9:10:11 GMT
Just while playing The Longest Journey. And it now appears that Froot Loops are actually interdimensional portals. Either that or the cereal causes rather vivid hallucinations. You're not the first person to suggest that Kellogg's Froot Loops are actually interdimensional portals. Writer Doris Piserchia did that in 1978 in her 1978 novel Spaceling, a copy of which is in my possession. The book is incredibly confusing and impossible to read so I'll quote another reviewer to describe what it's about:The catlike creature on the cover is called a Goth and has a mass of 200kg. Daryl, the protagonist of Spaceling, gets transformed into a Goth when she goes through the proper colored rings (like Froot Loops) and Gothworld is her name for the place. The multi-colored Froot Loop rings are natural occurrences that ony mutants like the protagonist see. A different colored ring takes her to another dimension in a planet she calls Waterworld. It's her favorite dimension and she describes her transformation this way: I was a water-breathing, scaly skinned swimmer forty-five centimeters long and weighing approximately four kilos. My legs were slender, my feet were little silken members.
Another interdimensional tale by Doris Piserchia is The Spinner. Some kind of corporate experiment goes awry and the spidery looking alien on the cover enters our reality through some gateway machine. The creature starts creating vast webbing that engulfs the whole town. The Alien can handle everybody except the guy in the red coveralls. Another Doris Piserchia book about interdimensional travel is The Dimensioneers, a story I never before heard of.
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