Heinrich a moped is a scooter right/
Under the Spell ...: A Time-out (3)
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Yes, you mean that scooter is a better word?
Dec 16, 2014
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No moped is fine it didn't register in my mind at first when i read moped.
Sir,i am just curious to know ,whether your contact with evil spirits was influenced by chanting of special words or just mere calling to your dead Uncle (with tthat writing table in front of you )verbally resulted in to this ?
Well, Amalangi, that´s a question in advance, but you know the story already ....it was by mere calling
OMG,that means merely by calling to anybody can result in a contact !
That means ,such spirits have got a power to communicate with livings by some means or others ! Can they use this even without calling ?
Normally communication with evil spirits is based on your "agreement" or calling , but of course, there may be also a wrong religious, spiritual or other background, which may allow deamonical activity ...
Religion & spiritual practices are two different things !
Religion is a philosophy that leads to the knowledge about human existence & the ultimate truth - ie. God ,while spiritual practices are different things which can include procedures to contact the spiritual beings & are practiced all over the world by people of different religions !
Dec 22, 2014
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amrtital i don't know about different religions contacting evil spirits, but christians are warned by God not to do it.Deuteronomy 18:10-11 familiar spirits ..some say spirits of the dead or demonic spirits..The whole idea of this contacting scares me so why would anyone want to>?
Gordon, i have not said the contacting of the "evil" spirits ,i have just mentioned "spirits " & contacting the spirits doesn't necessarily mean evil spirits /demons !
eg. if one calls for a Saint (who is already dead) for help through a prayer as is done by many Christians ,it can be a called as contact to a spirit with a good intention !
Even Angels are considered as spirits & are prayed for during the times of crisis !
"The angels are represented throughout the Christian Bible as spiritual beings intermediate between God and men: "You have made him [man] a little less than the angels ..." The Bible describes the function of angels as "messengers" but does not indicate when the creation of angels occurred.["
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel#Christianity
I have never been a part of a Chritian community in my (off line ) life,but what i have read from internet ,even Christians celebrate the Halloween festivel to honour the spirits of the departed one .
"The souls of the dead were also said to revisit their homes.[50] Places were set at the dinner table or by the fire to welcome them.[51] The belief that the souls of the dead return home on one night or day of the year seems to have ancient origins and is found in many cultures throughout the world.[52] In 19th century Ireland, "candles would be lit and prayers formally offered for the souls of the dead. After this the eating, drinking, and games would begin".[53] "
reference :- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween
Part 4:
One evening, my thoughts went back to my childhood. Yes, the years between ages three and seven had been good ones. After the divorce of my parents, I lived with my mother in my grandparents’ home and there was really nothing I lacked.
My grandparents were simple people and both very good-natured. I had a sense of well-being and felt sheltered in their presence. But I was not a stay-at-home guy. I liked to explore and discover things in the area around our home, especially with my friend Elmar. And there were many things to discover. For example, the little hills with their small ponds and pathways in the back of our small settlement.
At other times I played the normal childhood games with the other kids such as hide-and-seek, some sort of ball games or “cowboys and indians”. Later, at the age of seven I started going to a nearby school with great chestnut trees. I was very impressed with them and in autumn I loved to collect the red-brown fruits at the bottom of the trees. At home, with the help of my mother and matches, I made animal figures out of them.
The first year in school went by followed by my first summer holidays . And along with this came a big surprise. My mother and her new partner for life, I called him "Uncle Horst", had married and wanted to take a honeymoon trip on a light blue moped to the south of France. And they had decided that I should stay for that period of time with some relatives out in the countryside.
Uncle Willi, the brother of my grandfather, and Aunt Mary were absolutely the kindest people and made me feel welcomed from the very first moment. They lived in a small, lovely farmhouse within pure nature.
In the back of the house was a great, slightly sloping meadow with many, many fruit-trees. Every morning and every evening the deers came out of the nearby wood and ate some of the fruit.
I also remember very well my daily walk with Aunt Mary into the chicken stable, helping her put the new eggs carefully in aunt’s basket. Or looking over the fence into the big garden, where Uncle Willi was often working in the afternoon. So in those days, I felt completly loved an in perfect harmony with nature and the world. I was in paradise.
But one day in the early afternoon, standing in the living-room, I startled looking through the window. My mother and my new stepfather, good looking and bronzed from the southern sun, were standing outside talking animatedly with Uncle Willi. I had completely "forgotten" their existence. Slowly the reason for their appearance dawned on me. And with that realization, sorrow filled my heart. I had thought, that I would stay here forever.
Softly from behind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Aunt Mary said, "You knew that it would come to an end!" I said nothing. With both hands on my shoulders, she turned me around. Looking directly in my face, she added, "They are your parents and they love you!"
Then she drew me close, petted the top of my head, and said, "It was really a nice time with you here. Uncle Willi and I will miss you!" And after a short pause, "Perhaps you can come next summer again!" She hugged me, "Come on. Let’s go outside and welcome them!"
As you might presume, it was very hard to leave my little “paradise". My few belongings were packed away in my stepfather’s car and two minutes later, as we drove away, I could see through the rear window my relatives standing together and waving goodbye. A few seconds later, as the car turned the corner, I felt that my paradise was lost and happiness had gone.
Continuation will follow
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