Shooey might I kindly, sincerely, respectfully, and unironically suggest you read Hayek's "The Road to Serfdom"?
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Shooey said:
"Some of the monks in the Himalayan mountains have never been with women, never had booze and other temptations all their life and they have been meditating in caves about 22 hours a day for the last 60 years straight. They can transform themselves into bright light at will and can melt rocks with their hands because of their high energy level, just like the living`being' we call the Sun. They came from the heavens to help cleanse the area and bring peace to the world. We all have that ability."
One generation of this and humanity is done, as the mundane temptation to procreate is kinda necessary for humanity to survive. But I guess it won't matter cause humans will become burning light and there will be peace.
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All I can say, is listen to a couple of albums of Sun Ra and you will be able to make that evolutionary jump into hyperspace.
Gurus? Shit man, the whole of the sub-continent stinks of human excrement. Give it a miss.
Shooey, wherever you go let us know what shoes you'll be wearing.
I need a good book about Ireland before the Vikings. I understand that the Celtic Irish were so advanced we would have had space travel hundreds of years earlier if the Norwegians hadnt almost wrecked the island.
Ireland was in the hands of the monasteries and they were well fed enough to have time to compose Dark age jingles about cats.
Pangur Ban
I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will;
He, too, plies his simple skill.
'Tis a merry thing to see
At our task how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
Into the hero Pangur's way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den.
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine, and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade ;
I get wisdom day and night,
Turning Darkness into light.'
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