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Infinite

Infinite

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Ted said:
Truth, on the other hand, is subjective. It is native to a being. My truth and your truth might be aligned or might be totally unaligned. Trying to assert truth into the objective universe(s) and/or another's universe does not a fact make. Yet people do that. They go about asserting their truth trying to make it fact. So we have discourtesy, disrespect, firefights, fisticuffs, guns, knives, bombs, sanctions, embargoes, ...
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Wise words but the conclusion seems a bit bleak to me. Sure, disputes over what is truth have led to conflict, serious conflict at that. But it has also led to discovery and learning and agreement and the uniting of previously disparate forces. Allowing others into one's own "universe", listening carefully, measuring and verifying must, ultimately result in a mutual shifting of positions. Some individuals, of course, prefer to hold their position in the futile belief that in doing so they are somehow stronger. But, as we all know, holding our position is the same as being stuck.

It is the fluid water which washes away mountains and reduces rocks to sand.
 
EP - Ethics Particle

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Having my "say"!

Infinite said:
One person's courtesy and good manners is another person's gradient step to agreement. You stick to your honey, I'll stick to my vinegar, and, you know what, when the two blend, we will have a natural antiseptic; a veritable harmony of goodness brought together by opposites.

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Earlier someone posted (from memory) "Doubt is uncomfortable, Certainty is absurd."

Infinite/blip, I offer another quote from memory..."There is more faith in honest doubt, than all the creeds, believe me."

I believe one of the things that makes this thread so popular and oft used is that beyond Lakey's stated agenda, folks come to it frequently with no fixed agenda and simply participate in a sort of "Chataqua" if you will.

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As I was often told by wiser folk than I: "A word to the wise is sufficient."

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Mike Horton/EP
 
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Infinite

Infinite

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EP - Ethics Particle said:
Earlier someone posted (from memory) "Doubt is uncomfortable, Certainty is absurd."

Infinite/blip, I offer another quote from memory..."There is more faith in honest doubt, than all the creeds, believe me."

I believe one of the things that makes this thread so popular and oft used is that beyond Lakey's stated agenda, folks come to it frequently with no fixed agenda and simply participate in a sort of "Chataqua" if you will.

You come across, to me, as having a fixed and intractable mindset and agenda which I find unsuitable in this particular thread.

Already I find that I simply do not read your posts as they are essentially, to my eye, the same thing over and over.

As I was often told by wiser folk than I: "A word to the wise is sufficient."

Alas I fear my words are wasted on you.

Mike Horton/EP
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And the very same to you, EP.
 
Ted

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Will I Live to See 80?

Here's something to think about.

I recently picked a new primary care doctor.

After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age. (I just turned sixty-something.)

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "Do you think I'll live to be 80?"

He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard liquor?"

"Oh no," I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either!"

Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued Ribs?"

I said, "Not much... my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!"

"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, boating, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?"

"No, I don't," I said.

He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have lots of sex?"

"No," I said.

He looked at me and said, "Then, why do you even give a shit?"

:dieslaughing::dieslaughing::dieslaughing:
 
Ted

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Snoring

A couple has a dog that snores.

Annoyed because she can't sleep, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help.

The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog's testicles. He will stop snoring.

"Yeah right!" she says.

That night the wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep.

Muttering to herself, she goes to the closet, grabs a piece of red ribbon,
and ties it carefully around the dog's testicles. Sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed.

Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out drinking with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep, then immediately begins snoring loudly.

The woman decides maybe the ribbon might work on him. So, she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of blue ribbon, and ties it around her husband's testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him! The woman sleeps soundly.

The husband wakes from his drunken stupor then stumbles into the bathroom.

As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates. He is very confused. As he walks back into the bedroom, he notices the red ribbon attached to his dog's testicles.

He shakes his head, looks at the dog, and whispers, "I don't know where we were or what we did, but by God we took FIRST and SECOND place!"

:roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:
 
Ted

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Once A Marine, Always A Marine

On their 50th anniversary, a wife found the negligee she wore on her wedding night and put it on. She went to her husband, a retired Marine , and asked, "Honey, do you remember this?"

He looked up from his newspaper and said, "Yes dear, I do. You wore that same negligee the night we were married."

She said, "Yes, that's right. Do you remember what you said to me that night?"

He nodded and said, "Yes dear, I said, 'Oh baby, I'm going to suck the life out of those boobs and screw your brains out.'"

She giggled and said, "That's exactly what you said. So now it's fifty years later, and I'm in the same negligee. What do you have to say tonight ?"

He looked her up and down and said,



"Mission Accomplished."

:lol::lol::lol:
 
Mark A. Baker

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CarmeloOrchards said:
anyone, who can rub two brain cells together, and play nicely (most of the time) is welcome here.

The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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Always thought it amusing that the SoL has a poem by a reknown socialist on it. Of course, as an "upper crust" New Yorker she wasn't convinced that socialism was actually necessary in the u.s., just in europe. I suppose that makes the important difference. :coolwink:


Mark A. Baker
 
afaceinthecrowd

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Damn, Ted...you're on a roll!:roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:


I come from a very large family. Thanksgiving at my Maternal Grandma’s was always at least Grandma and Grandpa, 9 pairs of Aunts and Uncles and their 37 children and—at the time of the story I’m about to tell—the 14 spouses among the 37 Grandchildren, and my family of 6. I was one of the 5 youngest of my 37 first Cousins (counting my Paternal side, I had 56 first cousins).

My Grandparents had a very large, 3 Story Victorian farm house, built on top of a full basement. The large Dinning room had sliding wood doors that opened on one side to a large Drawing Room and, on the other, to a large Parlor—even with all that, the seating was “cozy”. My Grandfather had built large folding tables for occasions like Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thanksgiving was always the occasion with the largest attendance; at the very least—in those days—in the 50’s. Seating was always “mixed” and worked out ahead of time by Grandma.

One year, when I was about 9 or 10, I was sitting next to my favorite Uncle. Uncle Dale had been quite a “Jock” in his younger days and my Grandma—just about the sweetest Grandma that ever Grandma’d—knowing I was sports crazy, sat me next to him. Grandma was 4’10’ and all Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice. Uncle Dale had served in WWII in Europe as a Combat Infantry Officer and was irreverent, world-wise and a master of the one liner. My Grandfather—a Church Elder—was as stern a Victorian “Master and Commander” as they come (he was 6’2”). Just before Grandpa gave “The Blessing”, Uncle Dale (he was not a Blood Uncle) whispered in my ear.

“Whatever you do Face, don’t you dare laugh.”

Of course, after we “Bowed our Heads in Prayer”, I started to giggle. So serious an offence was this, I tried with all my might to suppress it. During my yeoman’s effort, Uncle Dale poked me in the ribs and I cut loose with what is commonly known as a “juicy fart”.

Grandpa didn’t miss a beat in giving his "Words to the Lord". After the family Patriarch finished and we all said, “Amen”, he stood up, picked up a large, Sterling Silver serving fork, walked over behind me and whacked me on the side of my head so hard the fork chimed. As Grandpa was heading back to his seat at the Head of the Head Table, Uncle Dale, again, whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry Face, farts bring out the best in you.”

I bolted from the table and down the long hall, into one of the downstairs bathrooms, slamming the door behind me. A few moments later, Grandma was tapping at the door.

“It’s alright, Face,” Grandma said, sweetly. “Open the door so Grandma can give you a hug.’

“I’m alright, Grandma. I’m Okay.” I answered. It sounded to Grandma like I was sobbing…I wasn’t. I was still trying, with all my might, to suppress laughter—reveling in the moment that Uncle Dale treated me like “one of the guys”.

Uncle Dale passed on 5 years ago at the age of 87.

I Will Cherish Uncle Dale Forever.:yes:

Face:)

PS: When my Father left (and even before), of all my 14 Uncle's, Uncle Dale was the Man that really "stepped up to the plate".:thumbsup:
 
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CarmeloOrchards

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Office Space

One of the most "in" movies for the past ten years has been "Office Space.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5monB4fIzy8&feature=related

I went looking for a youtube with "did you get the memo?" the following is a renactment from Office Space by some college acting students:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeoWIRn55eo&NR=1

The reason I was looking for "Did you get the memo?"

is that I just keep wondering about Scientologists, especially on the Flagship.

In 1969-70, when I was 18 or 19, and a power release, I worked at the Scientology center in Santa Clara. I was just a dumb kid. My boss in Div 6 (now, coincidentally, my wife) was a class Vlll and ran the promotion department. Other people working there, at that time, as grunts also included Jack Dirman, Dan Woodruff, Laurie Noonan (later Douglas, now Engelhart).

Staff members freely talked about what was going on in Scientology. It was no secret at the lowest levels of staff, such as me, that Otto Roos beat people up on the ship. That LRH was not a nice guy. He invited Rocky Stump to the Flagship, feted him, and as he was on his way out of town, declared him SP. He had thrown overboard little old ladies. He had kids put in the chain locker. He was a dangerous individual. I knew this in Santa Clara, California. Snooky Weiss,( a friend of mine) who was on the original Vlll course, was one of only two auditors not overboarded. She used to sneak up every night to the Commodore's stateroom, and he regaled her with stories. She had a great time. He didn't overboard a big fan. ummm

With that as a foundation of knowledge regarding the organization, when I went down to LA to do solo and Clear, I was strongly warned by Phil and Teri Spickler not to join when I had the "Sea Org cognition." They said it would go away in a few days. I did have it, and I wanted to join. I just didn't tell anyone. I thought to myself, "You are crazy, just let it be," and in a few days the thought went away.

When I was doing the shsbc, I could clearly track in the bulletins where LRH said one thing, and people did it, and then a few months later, he screams at everyone for doing it. The no blink TRs was an example. It was clear to me, lowly little nobody me thousands of miles from the Apollo, that the last place I'd ever want to be was there, anywhere near LRH.

A friend of mine, went to Flag to do the XDN course (I think). Ron wrote Yvonne saying her (my friend's) tech was terrific. I know exactly what my friend was thinking, she told me. She wanted to get it done and get off that boat as fast as she could. That was her intention.

So with all due respect, where did so many of you miss the memo?
 
Ted

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How It All Started

Have you ever wondered how you got hooked up with Scientology in the first place? I have. I think I now understand.

First of all, someone you liked might have said, "Let's go see a show."

You find yourself sitting obscurely in the audience. What's the harm in being entertained?

You laugh a bit at some of the entertainer's jokes still feeling obscure. After all, you are just part of the audience.

Then Oops. You are the target of a little validation--he needs someone with a sense of humor and he finds you, the upstat that you are. And you are the target of a little joke. But everyone laughs so what's the harm? You can take a joke, right?

While your mood is lightened you are called on stage. You go, nervously, but you go. Well, no harm. The entertainer is really the focus of everyone's attention. You are just there to help out a bit.

He gives you a prop that he operates. Whoa! What's this? Oh, that's your cert, your meter, your processes.

Well, here. See what goes on...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htU6qYsLsEE&feature=player_embedded


There you have it! You are on stage. Someone else is pulling the string. And you are dancing an Irish jig to the tunes of "The Weekly Stats," "Write Up Your Condition," and "This O/W Write-up is Incomplete." Some dance that jig for years, many years. :omg:
 
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