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Topic History of: following on from Man in the Sky posts
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zooloo Mart wrote:
I feel, the "G" word is just the sum of all fears.
As of course is the "D" word.

I love the human race, and I also love the global race for it`s utter faith, including many of my very close friends, in their belief in a higher order.

I believe that the true miracle, is that we are here and it`s no good turning to an unseen entity for blame.
Help, can be found within, or by asking a "named""Man", the person(s) cannot see.

That may sound technically aestheist ,in my own beliefs, but let me explain.


"Man" enters Stage left and waxes lyrically on these beliefs and gains a hug following.

...Meets lots of people, his words are changed slightly by all, to fit dialect and personal beliefs, because they like him.

"Man" , has too much power and is killed by "powers that be".

This end part will never change in my lifetime, no matter how many alternate ending are offered on the DVD version.

C`mon guys, the whole God idea, surely meant look within yourselves for help.

Who was the "Man"?

It was and is actually yourself.

Are you happy with what "He" did?


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Blimey you're on form Mart
Mart I feel, the "G" word is just the sum of all fears.
As of course is the "D" word.

I love the human race, and I also love the global race for it`s utter faith, including many of my very close friends, in their belief in a higher order.

I believe that the true miracle, is that we are here and it`s no good turning to an unseen entity for blame.
Help, can be found within, or by asking a "named""Man", the person(s) cannot see.

That may sound technically aestheist ,in my own beliefs, but let me explain.


"Man" enters Stage left and waxes lyrically on these beliefs and gains a hug following.

...Meets lots of people, his words are changed slightly by all, to fit dialect and personal beliefs, because they like him.

"Man" , has too much power and is killed by "powers that be".

This end part will never change in my lifetime, no matter how many alternate ending are offered on the DVD version.

C`mon guys, the whole God idea, surely meant look within yourselves for help.

Who was the "Man"?

It was and is actually yourself.

Are you happy with what "He" did?
zooloo Mart wrote:
On Sunday, myself and Mrs Mart took the dog for a long walk along the riverbank.

She commented that we were near the back of her Aunt`s house, and lo and behold, at 6.55 a.m, there indeed was her Aunt sitting on a bench by the river , about 500 yards behind her house.

We stopped and chatted for a while, and I told a tale of how often the babysitter was late whilst I was on tour, and both of my daughters would be left with a certain teacher in a sort of homework class for kids whose parents had failed to make the pick up.

Lo and behold, that very teacher appeared as if by magic walking a dog, at still only 7.15 am, one of only two people we had seen all morning.

We continued on, and, as it was Sunday, turned the conversation to God and religion.

We didn`t meet anyone else that morning.


Brilliant - I really did "lol"
JK2006 I sometimes wonder, Mart, whether the world does not in fact exist at all except in our own personal imaginations.

There is a classical philosophy which believes this.
Mart On Sunday, myself and Mrs Mart took the dog for a long walk along the riverbank.

She commented that we were near the back of her Aunt`s house, and lo and behold, at 6.55 a.m, there indeed was her Aunt sitting on a bench by the river , about 500 yards behind her house.

We stopped and chatted for a while, and I told a tale of how often the babysitter was late whilst I was on tour, and both of my daughters would be left with a certain teacher in a sort of homework class for kids whose parents had failed to make the pick up.

Lo and behold, that very teacher appeared as if by magic walking a dog, at still only 7.15 am, one of only two people we had seen all morning.

We continued on, and, as it was Sunday, turned the conversation to God and religion.

We didn`t meet anyone else that morning.