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Well, that's unnerved me nicely.
Gordon said:Its a very common tale in scottish literature/history. Weve got the de'il playing the pipes in Robert Burn's Tam O Shanter, A tale clearly intended to scare the living s**t out of children and warn of the dangers of to much drink.
UrbanDruid said:Satan is the Owner of all material things. He gives of them freely, you only need to ask. If necessary, and possible, you may Take.
Doesn't it bother you, Josh, that Christians have believed this for nearly 2000 years and it hasn't happened yet? The first Christians thought it would happen in their lifetime, in fact.Josh809 said:...where they remain till Jesus returns and bounds satan for 1000 years, then he comes back and finishes him off, and destroyes the earth once and for all. you will all see soon enough, that God is the way, the truth and the light, but i'm not gona force any of you believe, it is of faith that we are saved
Posted: 09-11-2001 14:40 Post subject: All these purported sightings remind me of what happened to
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There is an old abandoned cottage in a feild near where I grew up on the shores of Strangford Lough, which was baffingly referred to as 'the Fort'. At first glance the most startling thing is that fact that some bright spark has thrown red paint over the walls, looking like blood and causing children in their early teens to run like the clappers when one "thought I saw something".
From the many eventful days spent round at the Fort, the one that has stuck in my mind is that one day, during a game of 'Commandos' (Rambo: First Blood was de rigeur at the time) my cousin decided to hide in the attic of the cottage. It took some time for the others to get round to finding him, but when they did he was in a complete state of panic. He bolted out of the Fort, tears streaming down his face.
When asked what the matter was, he wouldnt say exactly, just became all defensive and went home. My cousin was never one to be put off by something trivial. It emerged after a few years that he had been just about to get down out of the loft, when he was dragged back up by the hair. He has still never spoken about *what* exactly pulled him up, but in his more drunken moments he will let slip that he "knows where he is going".
It struck me from reading this thread that there are some similarites with other accounts of this nature (or super-nature)
boynamedsue said:Just been looking through old threads for posts made by my previous encarnation. Found this jem by Rubick.
Posted: 09-11-2001 14:40 Post subject: All these purported sightings remind me of what happened to
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There is an old abandoned cottage in a feild near where I grew up on the shores of Strangford Lough, which was baffingly referred to as 'the Fort'. At first glance the most startling thing is that fact that some bright spark has thrown red paint over the walls, looking like blood and causing children in their early teens to run like the clappers when one "thought I saw something".
*snip*
Shivers down the spine time....
Bullseye said:Maybe Gods/Godess's need people to believe in them?.
Ever read Niel Giamens American Gods?.Try it, I could easily see it being so !.Seriously it's a very good book.
Maybe Gods/Godess's need people to believe in them?.
Maybe Gods/Godess's need people to believe in them?.
Chinadoll said:This was posted back in 2001 (and a very familiar date, too)
You mention at the end that in his more drunken moments he will let slip that he "knows where he is going".
Has he told you yet what that means, and if so - let us know.
Timble said:Terry Pratchett's "Small Gods" does a comic take on the same idea: in it a a god who should manifest as a Mighty Bull comes back as a small tortoise, because only one simple monk from the religion founded in his name actually belives in him.