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Me: You are just a wealth of unexpected information about me when motivated, my Nick.


Nick: Hmmmm? I suppose, though it is not consequential or needful to hold back. Just a few things I felt you should know, that I wanted off of my chest, if you will.


Me: Trie slt laen eik dorus monteg vam bleich, dis gaim, my Nick.

Nick: Ur ols ti em dres sia dal mo no mun.

Me: So you're saying it allows you to see something you don't normally see? Around corners?

Nick: Bends with the light/space - actual relativity.

Me: Oh, allows you to anticipate events. alunis cant ha arous dwo nima valu ae caun kni ot.

Nick: Prunos diel esca laun erou son tha en droies.


Me: We have liftoff...

Me: Nice song, my Nick.

To go truly you: clean self loyal: and even
I connect: to ripen: Color I follow,
Shining or glittering like gold,
Nature center and it is spoken: inside
So many feeling,
so many writer hunter/hero,
variety out of and figure all,
guileless confess,
amend gold & silver,
Weak and at the same time: puncture sound wines to perfume assist.

Nick: Its the company I keep.

Me: I like Bad Company, this song reminds me of Lou. Hey! I amended gold & silver with an addendum: Blue

Me: You have some really imaginative ways of teaching concepts, my Nick.


Nick: I like to think outside the box.


Me: What is the significance of mer-people?


Nick: You will just have to figure that out.


Me: I know why you were staring at the sky by that tree where Lou was telling me the names of those stars and I wasn't listening.


Nick: Oh really? Please, share it I can hardly wait to find out why myself.


Me: Triangulation for something you wanted to locate. Did you find it?


Nick: Indeed, in abundance of radiant energy and overflowing wealth of tidal pools.

Me: Well, it looks like your outer thinking is number one with a bullet, my Nick.


Yesterday we got to the point in our esoteric training where we place our doppelganger outside us. It's verily not a pleasant feeling when we see all of what we previously had in us unconsciously objectively before us, which then accompanies us wherever we go. We heard that it's a Luciferic being, Samael, with his hosts who brings the doppelganger out of us. From this, one sees that Luciferic beings also do good things and not always bad ones. If we always carried our defects in us unconsciously, we could never become aware of the destructive, ruinous things that they do in our body and in the whole cosmic substance. As long as Samael hasn't brought our defects out from within us, as long as we don't see them objectively before us as our doppelganger, so long the Gods graciously keep us from seeing the ruinous, destructive force of jealousy, hate, envy and other passions and emotions that we stream out into our environment. A clairvoyant sees that these passions tear something down in our physical body and in the cosmos' substance, whereas the good stimulates upbuilding forces. So basically Samael is a blessing for development. He shows us our inner nature all the more accurately the more seriously we take our training in hand. We then see defects objectively which we hadn't paid any attention to previously.....


http://www.eleggua.com/


Nick: Hmmm? Thats a set pattern, my dear. I rather like the Professor tales, though, he sounds like a dashing fellow...


Me: Ha! I already read those, years ago and figured that out. Nice self promo though, my Nick.


Nick: I do my best work in person.


Me: Any person in particular?

Me: Here you go, Professor


In his admirable little treatise, Our Flag, Robert Allen Campbell revives the details of an obscure, but most important, episode of American history--the designing of the Colonial flag of 1775. The account involves a mysterious man concerning whom no information is available other than that he was on familiar terms with both General George Washington and Dr. Benjamin Franklin. The following description of him is taken from Campbell's treatise:

"Little seems to have been known concerning this old gentleman; and in the materials from which this account is compiled his name is not even once mentioned, for he is uniformly spoken of or referred to as 'the Professor.' He was evidently far beyond his threescore and ten years; and he often referred to historical events of more than a century previous just as if he had been a living witness of their occurrence; still he was erect, vigorous and active--hale, hearty, and clear-minded--as strong and energetic every way as in the prime of his life He was tall, of fine figure, perfectly easy, and very dignified in his manners; being at once courteous, gracious and commanding. He was, for those times and considering the customs of the Colonists, very peculiar in his method of living; for he ate no flesh, fowl or fish; he never used for food any 'green thing,' any roots or anything unripe; he drank no liquor, wine or ale; but confined his diet to cereals and their products, fruits that were ripened on the stem in the sun, nuts, mild tea and the sweets of honey, sugar or molasses.

"He was well educated, highly cultivated, of extensive as well as varied information, and very studious. He spent considerable of his time in the patient and persistent conning of a number of very rare old books and ancient manuscripts which he seemed to be deciphering, translating or rewriting. These books and manuscripts, together with his own writings, he never showed to anyone; and he did not even mention them in his conversations with the family, except in the most casual way; and he always locked them up carefully in a large, old-fashioned, cubically shaped, iron-bound, heavy, oaken chest, whenever he left his room, even for his meals. He took long and frequent walks alone, sat on the brows of the neighboring hills, or mused in the midst of the green and flower-gemmed meadows. He was fairly liberal--but in no way lavish--in spending his money, with which he was well supplied. He was a quiet, though a very genial and very interesting, member of the family; and be was seemingly at home upon any and every topic coming up in conversation. He was, in short, one whom everyone would notice and respect, whom few would feel well acquainted with, and whom no one would presume to question concerning himself--as to whence he came, why he tarried, or whither he journeyed. "

By something more than a mere coincidence the committee appointed by the Colonial Congress to design a flag accepted an invitation to be guests, while in Cambridge, of the same family with which the Professor was staying. It was here that General Washington joined them for the purpose of deciding upon a fitting emblem. By the signs which passed between them it was evident that both General Washington and Doctor Franklin recognized the Professor, and by unanimous approval he was invited to become an active member of the committee. During the proceedings which followed, the Professor was treated with the most profound respect and all of his suggestions immediately acted upon. He submitted a pattern which he considered symbolically appropriate for the new flag, and this was unhesitatingly accepted by the other six members of the committee, who voted that the arrangement suggested by the Professor be forthwith adopted. After the episode of the flag the Professor quietly vanished, and nothing further is known concerning him.

Did General Washington and Doctor Franklin recognize the Professor as an emissary of the Mystery school which has so long controlled the political destinies of this planet? Benjamin Franklin was a philosopher and a Freemason--possibly a Rosicrucian initiate. He and the Marquis de Lafayette--also a man of mystery--constitute two of the most important links in the chain of circumstance that culminated in the establishment of the original thirteen American Colonies as a free and independent nation. Doctor Franklin's philosophic attainments are well attested in Poor Richard's Almanac, published by him for many years under the name of Richard Saunders. His interest in the cause of Freemasonry is also shown by his republication of Anderson's Constitutions of Freemasonry, a rare and much disputed work on the subject.

It was during the evening of July 4, 1776, that the second of these mysterious episodes occurred. In the old State House in Philadelphia a group of men were gathered for the momentous task of severing the last tie between the old country and the new. It was a grave moment and not a few of those present feared that their lives would be the forfeit for their audacity. In the midst of the debate a fierce voice rang out. The debaters stopped and turned to look upon the stranger. Who was this man who had suddenly appeared in their midst and transfixed them with his oratory? They had never seen him before, none knew when he had entered, but his tall form and pale face filled them with awe. His voice ringing with a holy zeal, the stranger stirred them to their very souls. His closing words rang through the building: "God has given America to be free!" As the stranger sank into a chair exhausted, a wild enthusiasm burst forth. Name after name was placed upon the parchment: the Declaration of Independence was signed. But where was the man who had precipitated the accomplishment of this immortal task--who had lifted for a moment the veil from the eyes of the assemblage and revealed to them a part at least of the great purpose for which the new nation was conceived? He had disappeared, nor was he ever seen again or his identity established. This episode parallels others of a similar kind recorded by ancient historians attendant upon the founding of every new nation. Are they coincidences, or do they demonstrate that the divine wisdom of the ancient Mysteries still is present in the world, serving mankind as it did of old?

http://www.phoenixmasonry.org/secret...emissaries.htm


Nick aka Professor: Thanks, turnip.

Me aka turnip: You are very welcome

Me: I had to stifle the urge to redo this lovely poem, my Nick.


An Ark Mason’s Song

Ye seekers of Wisdom, desirous to learn
The Ark Mason secret, you here will discern;
Give but close attention, it soon will unfold,
Ark Masons at present, are like those of old.

They’re Sons of fair Science, that join hand in hand,
To whom Nature’s Laws, free and open doth stand
Unreveal’d to all, in this virtuous School,
Where each Brother’s perfection is proved by a Rule.

Such Rules are Social, they are such as are good,
By none but Ark Masons, rightly understood;
They are Mystic, they are glorious, and doth the Heart move
To Friendship, sweet Union, and Brotherly Love.

The tools that they work with, are the Plumb Line of Truth,
The Level of Honor, curbs Passions of Youth;
The Square and Compass, so well they employ,
That Brethren that’s needy, relief soon enjoy.

The Axe, Saw, and Borer, they use in due time,
The Chief of their Actions, they guide by a Line;
Within and without, they so place the Cement,
That the Ark is secure, and Noah content.

Within an Ark Lodge, there can nothing reside
Belonging to Malice, base Envy or Pride;
For old Father Noah, doth teach his Son’s how
To shun such Hell Fiends, as their dang’rous Foe.

Then let us unite, and Unanimous join,
To establish the Order, as Masons combine;
Then true Sons of Wisdom, once blind, soon shall see,
The long wished for Zenith, of Ark Masonry.


Nick: You take too long when you do that.


Me: I just think the first bit should say "Aurelia" instead of "a Rule" because that is how it speaks itself in my head as I read it.

Me: Hee hee, the surfer at 1:23 has a bathing suit just like yours, my Nick


Nick: He has great taste in attire.


Me: lol, I'm not even going to mention the other things that stick out in my mind from this video.

Me: Since you have all found a way to work as a team, my Nick, I'm going to cut you some slack and tell you all of my weaknesses


Nick: I may run out of ink...


Me: I'll keep it to just the most ridiculous sensations I hate: Suede, any type of cotton rope, chalk squeaking on a chalk board, touching chalkboard erasers, and the taste of milk.


Nick: I expected so much more than this.


Me: I am only counting the really stupid ones that have no known origin. You can let me know how I developed them when Lou gets done pinpointing some other information he is researching. Isn't this fun? No ear combs, please.


Nick: Ebay is having a sale on them, now you tell me.


Me: Been too busy jumping through hoops to tell you sooner

Me: Since you have all found a way to work as a team, my Nick, I'm going to cut you some slack and tell you all of my weaknesses


Nick: I may run out of ink...


Me: I'll keep it to just the most ridiculous sensations I hate: Suede, any type of cotton rope, chalk squeaking on a chalk board, touching chalkboard erasers, and the taste of milk.


Nick: I expected so much more than this.


Me: I am only counting the really stupid ones that have no known origin. You can let me know how I developed them when Lou gets done pinpointing some other information he is researching. Isn't this fun? No ear combs, please.


Nick: Ebay is having a sale on them, now you tell me.


Me: Been too busy jumping through hoops to tell you sooner

Me: I figured out your mer-people reference, my Nick. A pun of mediocre variety but it deserves at least a golf clap. If the Scots really invented golf, I mean.


Nick: ROTFLMAO, I might get better at puns, with the proper audiance.


Me: Oh the audacity! It smells like Vicery.

Nick: Vicker than a vice.

Me: Thicker than a dice?

Nick: Even more wicker.

Me: LOL, I'm reading Two To the Fifth, you're going to be in troubadour trouble, Professor.

Nick: I'm an pro in many fields, among them: Fess.

Me: I gotta go to work, I'm getting behind on tormenting counselors.

Me: I vound a Vickers: Cancer Data? Sorry, Can’t Have It

Nick: I do my own research, thank youse.


Me: What a coincidence, I do my own ki search!

Me: My Nick, I believe your library was not completely honest and I had to deduct one book for the fun of it.
Nick: Which one?


Me: The one that didn't fall out.


Nick: I was saving that one as a gift!!!!


Me: Tough and Touche'


Nick: The funniest part is I really am laughing.


Me: Me too


Nick: Don't believe everything you read.


Me: I would advise don't believe I believe everything I write is about you. There are more than one form of Nick in the world, you know.


Nick: No shit, squirrel lock.


Me: Hmm, my evil treacherous memory keeps telling me you wanted to write something else.. Tough titties memory!!! My memory forgets I'm in charge of what I choose to remember.


Nick: What is Dram?


Me: Its a type of shop that serves spirits as a temporary and potentially intoxicating manner at a place that is normally occupied at another type of commercial enterprise. An old phrase I like, learned it from my job. Insurance law goes back some distance on the tort.


Nick: ...


Me: ... I like the pictures in this video, no not pitchers, though one guy in the group looks strikingly similar to my choir teacher, from high school. I lettered in Chamber Choir. I had to actually sing to be considered, solo. But mr G was kind enough to use the piano not in front of the class instead of the baby grand in the choir chamber proper. I sang Pilates' Dream. He said he never realized how high my voice can range. I usually sang 2nd Tenor but I'm pretty sure I went Soprano on that song.

Nick: Why did you usually sing 2nd Tenor?

Me: Because I wanted to sit by my Felicity friend he sang 2nd tenor as well.

Nick: Which Felicity?

Me: The youngest one that I went to school with.

Me: Would you like to hear about my trip to the arena, my Nick?


Nick: Would you like to hear about my trip to paradise?


Me: Rude, question asking without replying firstly. Slipping, my Nick *snicker*


Nick: Yes


Me: No, I don't want to hear about your trip I had to tell your celebrants to stfu because I could hear it.

Anyway, I went to the arena, caught me a nice throw from the other end of the shoes, on a wooden pitch ringer post. I left it on the the post, stuck in the top, of course because I'm a badass and all that. So I went and met *scary music* DEATH-TH-TH-TH Muhahaha. He was a little scared but I reassured him that he is perfectly harm free (held harmless). So I finally convinced him to get a little closer and stop being such a pussy about everything. He flops down and so I did too, keeping eye level is something I enjoy as even. I asked him to show me his most fun game and then I would show him my most fun game. He started to drone on about something completely unrelated to anything I had said, so I stopped him and said, "I'm going to give you one more chance to start... Game. Most Funnest. Show me."

He was drawing a marble circle that fast


So I said, "I love marbles! blah blah blah" then I looked again and realized it were actually Chinese checkers, lol. I've played but its been quite some time. I lost my shirt and death was about 166 bones heavier than he had been. He was pretty happy about that. And was about to take his leave, but I reminded him I get to show him my game. Backgammon, of course


I didn't play it for him, per se, I just demonstrated the best points of the game. The taunting, the sending them back and keeping them pinned to the table w/o moves, the covering all points so they can't possibly move and laughing at the opponent. I think he understands why AC/DC is such a fun game, now. I let him keep the board, checkers and dice. He was kind enough to give me his Sickle as a souvineer. It talks saying, "I met Death and All I got was this lousy Sickle" He signed it and everything. I gave him some words to put on his new shirt, "I met live, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."


Nick: ROTFLMAO



Me: Hee hee, I told a few jokes too, but you've been hearing my jokes for so long, I think you know them better than I do.

Me: I think I'll just sit this one owt, it matches the other one I have sitting anyway so it works for me.


Nick: Fine! I think I will as well.


Me: Copy Cat


Nick: You cannot add worth beans.


Me: I don't add beens, I abacus the accounting - double entry accounting is so much more reliable than software (ie: word of mouth) as far as most people care to understand the reality of real life following through.

Me: My Nick, I was reading my story outloud in my head and I must assure you, you are not the When wulf of my dreams


Nick: Duh


Me: ROTFLMAO, he's more like my backer, you know? My brother/savior Jesus Christ


Nick: *rolls eyes*



Me: What? he's everybody's brother and savior, anybody can say that

Me: No worries, my Nick. At least no one has made a satire of MY story


Nick: *begins scribbling furiously*

Me: My Nick, I forgot to tell you, I saw one of your axe men.


Nick: Its getting so I can hardly move without one of them falling into this woody world.


Me: I know, right? LOL

Anyway, he was in the video my dad put on up - the guitar video. He said he wouldn't have shown up for anyone but my actual dad.

Nick: Not even for your sugar daddy?

Me: Nope, not even for you

Me: My Nick! I met the nicest son of perdition in my short break from my normal routine. He is quite a fellow. Articulate, compassionate, intelligent, passionate, personable, and very easy on the eyes.


Nick: Sons of perdition do have some quality qualities, in and of themselves.


Me: Indeed. I also got a letter from my work intimating that I had abandoned my professional position by not contacting them prior to my time away. I checked my cell phone history and saw a call I made 01/24/11 that lasted over 5 minutes. Albiet, I am sure my voice were too faint to hear well. As I recall, I was playing the radio rather loudly at the time.


Nick: Your voice is always music to my ears. Love On; continuously playing over, under, and through the wireless station in my heart.



Me: I love this song!!!! So much nicer than listening to UL trying to sound intelligent

Have you been having fun as the first, best, and only actual and true Overlord of this rock?

Nick: ROTFLMAO, yes. Emphatically: YES!!!

Me: My Nick! I have a surprise for you. It is a song I heard as a teen, it always made my heart ache for no apparent reason. I know now, it was because I were missing you in my life, though never lonely. I think you have been at the back of my mind and in my heart forever. Do you know the song?


Nick: Yes


Me: Indeed, I am sure you reminded me of it with your gentle whispers. I also felt a whistle in my spine when I asked the question just now. That is what I love about you, your game way of playing with me.

Me: My Nick! I had some very odd dreams the last two nights.

Nick: Not my fault, my dear, I have been quite busy in other areas of consciousness that you occupy.


Me: That chair as CEO of this rock, lol. I told you it were more trouble than it is worth for me to handle it. I am very glad you have the patience and the know how to fill that seat and follow through.


Nick: Indeed, my dear. I am quite astounded at the state of disarray that it has fallen toward since I last sat the seat. Do you like the position I have created for you? *snicker*


Me: YES!!! Etos reima lasi et, my Nick. It keeps me close to you, whether you stand as Nikola or Lou; therefore I love it especially and all the more.


Nick: Thank you, my dear. I have been wondering and it is nice to know your thoughts on it.