Arising_uk wrote:attofishpi wrote:I don't understand, please extrapolate.
I think he's referring to your story of how you came to 'hear' your 'God'.
Ah, that old chestnut.
Once again you are misinterpreting the case in point. First this happened on Nov 13 2005. I had already heard the voice of 'God' for many years since being made fully aware of its existence in 1997.
Secondly, it is the case where the sage introduced itself to me - not God.
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On the morning of Nov 13 2005 i climbed out of bed and a voice said to me
"tonight, bad luck."
I was set to playing cards for money that night, so i though ok, maybe i'll lose.
I did ok at cards, but i left rather drunk and climbed into a taxi. The taxi driver woke me up way north of where i live at a service-station and basically kicked me out. So i sat on some grass outside the servo collecting myself when two people came over to me and started swearing at me and as i stood, told me to sit down, as if i was a dog. So i thought here we go a bit of biffo when the last thing i remember was seeing a silver metal baseball bat being produced. The thug broke my arm and my nose. I was in hospital for a week. I discharged myself early as the nurses would no longer provide morphine. When i got home i found the local pharmacy would not dispense pain killers to me from my script as it was a hospital script.
I called the hospital and their pharmacy was already closed. So i went home with just panadol.
That night i was in immense pain in my arm - i had pins and wires in my not so funny bone. I actually was to the point of tears with the pain. I knew God existed so i said a prayer - something like - please God can you take away this pain. A voice stated to me.
"would you like me to erase that?" Of course i said yes. Immediately the pain disappeared and i was extremely relieved. Then about 10mins later the pain started to return and the voice stated.
"Do you understand?". At the time i didn't and even if i did i was agitated so fuck any reasoning. It felt a little easier still but felt like my arm was coiling up, bit strange. Eventually i was close to falling asleep when i was jolted back awake, this happened about three times and it really pissed me off. I called out "who are you, are you God?" ..and the reply voice stated
"i am a sage."
I didn't know what a sage was so i considered climbing from my bed to look it up in the dictionary, when i was heavily tapped on my right knee - (right-look it up)
I was a little concerned that sage could be a bad thing. I looked it up - an extremely wise person.
And there is that little chestnut, if you think any of that was a result of a broken nose then please think again, and don't forget i had been warned 'tonight bad luck" as i had climbed from be on the morning.
The reason i had 'bad luck' is from the test that had been imparted to me since 1997, i had crossed the line.
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Perhaps you would you like another story - much earlier 1997 when the God shit started...it was all so perplexing, at first i did think i was going crazy, but eventually i started to have 'faith' in myself, and i started testing God\'it' back. The English language, its homophones and reversals and sub-logic started out as suggestion to me from complete strangers calling stuff out as i walked along the main street to\from work in the city - of course it wasnt them that was calling this stuff out.
So I wrote down the sentence from the lords prayer:-
Deliver us from evil.
Reversed:-
Live morf su reviled.
I translated as:-
Live morph soon revealed.
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One week after having done that, i was working two jobs and on my way from my first job to my second job. I was running late, walking through a car-park. An aboriginal youth was walking towards me wearing a hoodie. As he was level with me i glanced over my left shoulder momentarily. He was now taller, was not wearing a hoodie, and older. I said fuck to myself and turned to look at him again. He was now a white haired old man - anglo-saxon hobbling away!
Needless to say i was rather freaked out by this, i walked around a corner and this man in his twenties was staring at me, leant forward sat on a bench, grinning and rubbing his nose - like- he knows.
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There you have it, two little examples from countless more in the life of Brian where the true nature of real_it_y should be questioned.