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Fri 22 Jul, 2005 02:34 pm
I pulled up to a remote corner of the parking lot at the card club, parked my truck, got out and started walking toward the building. Something caught my eye above me and I looked up to see what appeared to be a large, luminous, floating scorpion.
My first thought was that it was some big friggin' spider, but there was nothing withing 20 yards that it could have attached a line to. It was floating directly above my head, yet just far enough above me where I couldn't tell exactly what it was.
I could clearly see legs moving about, and, like I said, it was glowing -- the same kind of glow that you get from those shine-in-the-dark toys. It slowly started floating toward the far corner of the parking lot and I followed directly under it, so curious was I to find out just what the hell it was.
Then it stopped. I strained upward to get a better look, but it was still at that perfect height where I couldn't make out the details. After about 60 seconds of just floating there it slowly began to rise, straight up, higher and higher, yet always visible because of the translucence.
Finally, when it was about 25 yards straight up it quickly began to move to the east, in a very straight line. It picked up speed and in a matter of seconds it was gone. I'm guessing it was moving at about 75 miles per hour before it finally faded into nothingness.
What the hell was it? Do you think it may have been some sort of high-tech security camera? I've heard of such technology. Apparently they have cameras attached to mechanical flies that they send into bombing site, terrorist dens, that sort of thing.
But why waste such technology in the parking lot of a card club?
Or did I witness some sort of strange micro alien craft.
I am dead serious on this matter and will only accept serious responses.
Thank you.
Next time, gus, could you just tell my mother that we're looking for her, that she's not supposed to leave the house at night, that she needs to take her meds, and have her call us from the nearest phone to pick her up?
Thanks a bunch, and don't touch the middle set of legs: those hairs are barbed, and, while they won't kill you, they will make your hands swell up for four or five days.
Oh, and please don't pay her for sex. That's another habit from when dad was alive that we're trying to get rid of.
Not having been there myself I really cannot say exactly what you saw. It may be an alien invader or a new government surveillance gizmo. In any case, no matter what it was it is now and ever shall be world without end... wait that's all wrong... It was maybe, perhaps even, just a figment of your overheated imagination especially if you've been swilling too much Kool-Aid with gin. Look at it this way, it did not attack you so it is probably harmless.
What size was this thingy anyway?
Vinegaroon. Worst trip of your life if you mess with it.
Sounds like he already did mess with it.
You could see it because light went THROUGH it?
That is a little odd....
She's very pale, my ma...
Her pallor might not be the MOST egregiously odd thing about her that I would have enunciated - but that isn't important right now....
Anyhoo, brightly coloured things can be translucent....
Which is better than translucid, in which case she'd slide in one ear and out the other.
If the Holy G were translucid instead of, as we all know, Belgian, he'd have slipped right out Mary's ear and onto the mites on the floor, and we'd've been left with god-knows-what.
Hmmm - ok, I will fall for it.
How do we know the damn paraclete was Belgian?
We already HAVE god knows what.
If you believe in god - and that she knows - and in what.
No, the damn par'a'cleats is Italian.
Dunno what a "paraclete" is, unless it's that ant-farm-moneyed socialist sitting next to my cousin Cletis over there.
So gus, what kinda mushrooms WERE those?
****...........ake. Shitake mushrooms.
ha
I called them **** ache when I first saw thier name.
Mr Wolf died laughing and said I was 'uncultured"
patiodog wrote:No, the damn par'a'cleats is Italian.
Dunno what a "paraclete" is, unless it's that ant-farm-moneyed socialist sitting next to my cousin Cletis over there.
yer ranting about the damned holy spook, and yer dinna know the foist damn thing about the beast!!!
Par·a·clete (păr'ə-klēt')
n.
The Holy Spirit.
[Middle English Paraclit, from Old French Paraclet, from Latin Paraclētus, from Greek Paraklētos, from parakalein, to invoke : para-, to the side of; see para–1 + kalein, klē-, to call.]
Encyclopedia
Paraclete (pâr'əklēt) , in the New Testament, title of the Holy Spirit, often translated as “Comforter” or “Advocate.” In First John, Jesus himself is the “Paraclete.”
Wikipedia
Paraclete
Paraclete comes from the Greek word meaning "one who consoles" or "one who intercedes on our behalf", which first appears in the Gospel of John (16:7). Christian theology afterwards identified Paraclete with the Holy Spirit.
The word appears in Greek New Testament manuscripts and using the Roman alphabet is rendered "parakletos", it appears only a few times.
Christ is quoted in the New Testament using this word; in John 14:26 the greek word parakletos is used as an alternative term for "Holy Spirit".
Yet in I John 2:1 "parakletos" is used again this time however in reference to Christ.
Paraclete or "Parakletos" is important to Christians, because it sheds much light on the nature of God and Christ and the Holy Spirit and brings into question the concept of the Trinity, often a source of great confusion.
In Islam, the New Testament's term Paraclete is considered to refer prophetically to Muhammad, an tradition already mentioned by the first sira writer, Ibn Ishaq.
In Manicheanism, it is taken to refer to Mani.
Sorry you pled higgerance, ain't yer?
Quote:ha
I called them **** ache when I first saw thier name.
Mr Wolf died laughing and said I was 'uncultured"
Means unspoiled, does that.
Leave some yogurt on the counter and it keeps a-culturin' and a-culturin' until its spoilt.
Or so grandpa would've said to you...
Quote:Sorry you pled higgerance, ain't yer?
Not at all. I'm not agin a little culturin', so long as I remember where I came from, for better and for worse, until death do me make stink.
My grandpa always told me "you 'sa so spoilt'
you stink... "
oh yeah, about the spirit thing..
usually , most spirits tend to be orbs, like clear jello or a thin oil.. But orb shaped none the less..
patiodog wrote:Quote:Sorry you pled higgerance, ain't yer?
Not at all. I'm not agin a little culturin', so long as I remember where I came from, for better and for worse, until death do me make stink.
That you or the bard?
Quite Hamletian, in a rustic way.
We all come from the punani......
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