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Aye have just finished watching a sceptical u-toobe vid after a non-sceptical “I was employed doing it~!” vid. (So my own stance hasn’t been shifted towards either pole.)

Here, a nice saint—

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—if you don’t see the lady in this imagery, here’s our same saint but not wearing her bun:

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—and as may be expected the of the nice (energetic, wow) Mr Shermer he even gives us the two side-by-side—

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And better, he explained about people seeing saints in buns. (Hell, I remember when everyone was seeing Elvises …)

Shermer was quite a contrast to the guy I’d watched earlier, one Russell Targ who put forward his entertaining (but probably not easily verifiable) anecdotes about “Remote Viewing for the US government” (is that spooky or what?)*.

That’s him  finger down   (32 minutes worth)

Intriguingly I can’t dismiss either. Shermer offers an excellent case and I’m with him completely.

But—

it’s hard to debunk your own self when you yourself have done things above and beyond the call of coincidence; and trust me (I hate it when they say that) I’ve applied all the tests. And invented a few … so I have foot in each boat. My decision? I’d rather get wet than commit to either.

SO, HOW DO I

explain my (limited) experiences of telepathy and precognition? A toughie with a very simple answer:

I can’t.

There, don’t you feel a bit let down? But I can pass along the advice I received many years ago: don’t try. Just do it, or not do it

Oops, nearly forgot, here’s the vibrant Mt Shermer—

—all of 14 minutes worth, make of him what you will. Actually I enjoyed both of those guys …

BOOM BOOM!* Yes, pun intentional. I love them.

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WOW~! Give that Dog a

BISCUIT~!

Bop(Poor ol’ mutt deserves it.)

Read on … or even more better, go there and gag gasp for yourself. I made it all the way to one minute twelve seconds, and decided at that point there was a post coming on …

… this one …

… for you to see for yourself.

Be reminded:  I made it to a minute twelve. If you can do better, please let me know how … and for that matter: why?

AND if by flagging it away so soon I goofed (damned gagging reflex … mutter mutter mutter) please let me know, and why.

And now, back to pondering the great medieval conundrum that tied up the hierarchy of the Church for ages:

How Many Angels Can

Dance On The Head Of a Pin?

From memory the answer was ten thousand, but don’t quote me on that. I could be wrong and really don’t want to have to count ’em all again …

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A BIT OF A

devil-29973__340 copyTHOR POINT

for me. Being a dog I have only a small brain yet sometimes even I like to learn.

But whereas some folks are natural instructors, teachers, tutors … others leave me frantically scrabbling for fleas to scratch, holes to dig, anything that makes sense and/or might even remotely be considered productive—

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So there I was, cheerfully pursuing a new word into the ol’ Mac’s onboard dictionary (which I suspect isn’t onboard at all but actually socked away behind closed doors in California somewhere) when it came up with the the above. Hah! I know this game:  innocently I go to DERACINE and it directs me to deracinated—I could spend the rest of my life in a back and forth time-warp.

SO IF

you pursue the link by clinking the above snippet/image you’ll be able to see the context and maybe you will be able to figure things out. For yourself. In the meantime I’ll just carry on with me fleas and pile of ripe bones and hope that I never meet Mr Thor, especially on a dark night …

… and I still have no idea whose side he is on. Or for that matter what the Hades he’s on about*; or the (s)ignificance of doing (t)his to the (i)nitial letters of most (w)ords.

I PUT IT IN

the same bin as other great unanswered questions of religion, such as “If Jesus really was God (incarnate) then He’d have to have pooped at least a few times every week, and given that Godly stuff is incorruptible and if a Holy Sh*t is the same size/shape as a mortals, and given that each holy turd must be about four to six inches long and Jesus lived to age 35 (plus or minus a few bits) …

Dodo

… then there must be about a mile of Holy poop still awaiting collection by the Pope’s merry minions for turning into sacred relics (for sale to the gullib  devout)?”

Has Rome missed a trick here?

Can we expect armies of ‘pilgrims’ armed with shovels and sacks to descend on the Holy Lands with avariciou altruistic intent?

WHEN THEY FIND

and recover sufficient they can save a whole heap of Peter’s Pence by using them in Communion—instead of munching the blood and Holy guts of Christ the penitents can kiss the sacred poop, and thereby save everyone a mint? (An everlasting wear-proof on-the-spot miracle: what could possibly bring more believers into the church, hmmm?)

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“Hey, you! Argus!”

(Uh oh)“Yes, your Divinity-ship?”

“Cool it, Dog! I don’t want ’em to think I was quite THAT human!”

Brrrrr …

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* if anything …

 

BEING AS IT IS

DodoTHAT I IS

not merely a cynic

but a double-damned dubious damned doubting damnable cynic (the very worst kind) (yeuch~!) I love it when I come across nice well intentioned folks like this finger down

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‘cos they always press my a-grade cynic button hard through the floor.

ADMITTEDLY

I know nothing about the guy and/or his beliefs, and/or his lovely new systems of ‘worship’. (Actually, given that it is often better to travel hopefully than to get there and find your optimisms dashed I’d rather not know.)

It appears that the guy is trying to open a new franchise of the Christian Church. Good on him, sheep are there for the shearing (more often skinning alive); and any cow will earnestly tell you that mutton broth is far better than roast beef.

BUT IT’S BEEN DONE

before, you know.

A Guy in New Zealand founded the Destiny Church, and look where it got him! (Extremely bloody wealthy with an unending Fountain Of Cash, that’s where…)

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Do it right and you too can found not merely a dynasty but an empire.

So, Bishop Andstep, go visit their site (the pic above is the link) and bone up on how they did it—save yourself a lot of unnecessary angst.

And don’t fret, for you shepherds there’s never no shortage of ripe sheep.

Go gett’um, Tiger!

BOOM BOOM!

DAMMIT

SO MANY

devil-29973__340 copyillusions, delusions, misconceptions, deceptions, and wishful thinkings—so brief a span with which to address them.

So I simply distrust all dogma.

Isn’t this what any scientist is meant to do? But I digress … I was led to this finger down

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delightful expert by an earlier comment (thanks, Tilde, I owes ya!). AND I ain’t no scientist neither. So there …

Said expert stated—

“… I have discussed the first question before, in which I take (shocker) a neuroscientific approach. From everything we know about brain function, our experience of our own existence, including what we perceive and the apparent choices we make, are largely a constructed illusion. Many times we feel as if we are making a conscious choice …

Even when the choice is made consciously, meaning we are aware of the factors that are affecting the decision, that does not mean we have truly free will. The brain is still a machine, and is dependent upon the laws of physics. A stone does not have free will to choose its path as it rolls down a hill. Its path is entirely determined by physics …”

—which crinkled my wrinkles. Yeuch. State the obvious why doncha … and although a man of science he seems to believe that our decisions weren’t made for us thousands of millions of years ago by (SFX: drumroll, please) the One True God Himself. Herself. All three of Him. Them … wotever.

Any reasoning being must accept that if God is omniscient then all of Eternity is fixed, irrevocably unchangeable*

But if we leave Big G out of it—

Big G, bigger

“Awww, c’mon, Argie … “

Oops.

—it’s still the same thing anyway. ‘Time’ is set in place, rigid, unchangeable, fixed, inviolate … and nothing more than an illusion.

Any takers?

Not even You, God?

“Not this time, Dog—”

Bugger …

Bugbear big

“C’mon! Let’s be ‘aving ya!”

 

Dodo

* Damn, I feel an attack of the Ecclesiastes coming on …

FOR JZ, and

for ARK

I offer this—       finger down

—and my very most absolute favouritest Shakespeare quote:

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy…”

 

So make of it what we may—

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But I shan’t offer it to the devout of the One True Religion, of course*. (Those guys already have all the answers.)

BOOM BOOM!

* whichever it is. (Take your pick, there’s zillions of them.)

GOD

ADMIT IT,

when You created the Earth a few thousand years ago, You popped these things in as a cosmic joke, right~?

I must admit, they almost had ME fooled! But fear not, little Divinity, those of us with faith will be ever faithful.

Aye …

The rest of us take cash …

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