The Aroer demons; what a plague on mankind.  Blown to earth, when a few ill advised scientists launched a probe to see if the Sun was alive.  When it crashed into the Sun, the impact blew them on a solar breeze, into this world.  They ravaged the earth; city to city, country to country.  Many fought back against their attacks.  That was the reason for the towers; to guard against the locust that had descended upon their world. 

Back at the tower, Mia screams "their coming".  Lasers from their eyes are punishing the shields.  The tower is shaking violently.  He turned to a book so old, its logic had left this world a long time ago, he tore out a page and handed it to her.  Capt. Rogers said "send this message out to the world".  He turned away and walked towards the lift.  Just then he remembered something his Science Officer C. C. Han told him before he died, "there is a chance to defeat them, but it may cost you your life".  He turned and went over to the auxiliary tool cabinet.  Inside he found what he was looking for.  He pulled out 2 small drums of "INDUSTRO WELD".  One drum contains liquid steel/epoxy resin, and the other contains hardener. When mixed together in equal portions, a chemical reaction occurs that turns the mixture into a compound that binds objects together.  Just maybe, as Officer Han had suggested, the Aroer demons will bind up, and seize if they come into contact with the mix.  Its a long shot he thought, but it's the only hope left.  He quickly read the instructions.  I've got about 30 minutes to pull this off he thought, and he began to pour both ingredients into a third canister.  When the combining was done, he began to cover himself from head to toe in the mixture, as Mia looked on in shock and disbelief.  Hurry he thought, the clock is ticking. 

Capt. Rogers runs to the lift, the doors open automatically, and he steps inside.  He presses the down button, the doors close and the lift zooms towards the ground floor entrance.  The doors open and he steps out into the bright sunlight.  Here they come, the drone of the hoard deafening, the demons talons begin to rip the flesh from his body.  He screamed again and again.  As the demons made contact with the substance the Capt. was covered in, they were instantly propelled backwards.  Seizing in flight, they exploded on contact with the rest of the hoard, destroying their own.  As the black rain of their metallic pieces fell from the sky, he knew it was over.  He staggers back to the tower and into the lift, rising back to the control deck.  As the lift door opens, he looks around and sees pieces of the Aroer demons scattered on the floor around "MIA" !  Her rifle is still in her cold, bloody hands.  He picks up her lifeless body and kisses her and then turns his head to see one last flickering screen.  On it he read the message he had asked her to send out:

          JAMES:14...Wereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.  For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. 

                             

    "INDUSTRO WELD" is a product of the J-B Weld Company out of Sulphur Springs, TX
     Photo courtesy of - http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html

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As I fell from the place I had served in so long, my wings were tattered and torn, as I floated towards the blue-green world below, as I split their skies, I felt the pain of loss and sorrow for the first time.  "How could he do this to me?"  his most perfect creation.  But soon my friend hatred showed up, giving me the strength to raise myself from the ground, I raised my fist to the heavens that used to be my home.  Shouting I am IBLIS, I am ARHIMAN, I will never be defeated.  I am the bright morning sun, and my wrath on this world will be incendiary.  For thousands of years to come, I will plague this place.  I will reign down upon them plagues and locusts without end.  Just because of you!!  They will mistrust each other and know wars without end and many will die.  JUST BECAUSE OF YOU!!!  I will create a fiery kingdom and be followed by an army of millions.  There will come a judgement day upon you and your legion of believers.  For they are all false prophets, flickering on a silver screen.  Saying; you are the light, the way, to salvation of their immortal souls.  For in their final hour, they do not realize that it is not enough to just believe, but they must "UNDERSTAND"!!!!
From one of your prophets these words ring loud:
         II.  HERMAS.7.......For this fear dwelleth in good desires; and when evil coveting shall see thee armed with the fear of the Lord, and resisting it, it will fly far from thee, and not appearing before thee, but be afraid of the armour.
                              

  ...................THIS IS THE END OF NOTHING!!!!

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     Pamplona, a city of 300,000 is located in the northern Spanish province of Navarra, about 1 hour from the Pyrenees Mountains and the border with France, and is the capital city of Navarre, Spain. The city is famous worldwide for the San Fermín festival, held every year from July 6-14, during which Europe's most dangerous tradition - The running of the bulls - takes place.  The tradition dates back to medieval times when bulls were herded through Pamplona’s streets to the bullring by locals who helped drive the bulls. Over time running behind the bulls became running in front of the bulls.    
      Pamplona’s old city is transformed into a 24 hour fiesta. Streets are packed with revelers, music booms from nightclubs 24 hours a day, and brass bands play in the streets at all hours.  There is endless entertainment for festival goers of all ages, including children: a midway; rock concerts; traditional basque dancing; parades, processions; religious ceremonies; fireworks every night; outdoor cafes; and bullfights are a few. 
     Tourists and Spanish families alike dress head to toe in white with a red scarf and red sash. The scarf should only be worn after the festival’s opening ceremony, held every year at 12 p.m. July 6.  Like many things about the festival, there are differing opinions as to why the scarf and sash are part of the traditional costume.  Some say it is to mask the blood from gorings, yet another version is that the sash (worn around the waist) distracts the charging bulls from the runner. Either way the scarf and sash became a festival tradition in the 1960s.      
             More than a million people attend the festival each year and on any given day during the festival, an estimated 1500 to 3500 people (locals and tourists) run with the bulls.  The entire run lasts only 2 - 3 minutes, and is probably the longest 2 - 3 minutes of some runners lives!  The runs are held every morning at 8am from July 7-14.

The course of the bull run stretches for a 0.5 mile through the small cobblestone streets of Pamplona and it ends at the municipal bullring.  The path of the run, no wider than an alleyway, approximately 20-25 feet wide, is lined with apartment buildings or 8-foot high double security gates line the entire course making it impossible to watch it from street level. The best vantage point are the second floor balconies.  There is no cost to participate in the run and it is open to anyone sober over the age of 18, although it is extremely dangerous. 

      The native language spoken in Iruna, (which is Basque for Pamplona) is Spanish and Basque, though English is spoken in most hotels and restaurants.
Travel to Pamplona, Spain

 

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The Catholic Church continues to ignore the abuse of priests whose primary responsibility has always been to promote the faith of Jesus Christ and to take care of its members.  By abusing the youngest minds and the weakest among them-those who can't possibly understand the denied ramifications of being manipulated into the sexual appetites of men who have been their natural urges-the church continues to be thrown into a negative light.  Not every priest can be painted with this broad brush of condemnation.  The dark souls of those who do engage in this hideous behavior are dooming themselves, because they will be the ones standing at the gates of hell when their lives have ended.  The scars they have left on the young they have abused, scream out for vengeance, and all those who aided and abetted these priest must pay a price.  Perhaps, some of the angels wings are broken and the tears of blood are now running down their faces.  Maybe this too will be for those who prey on the innocent.  And as the storm clouds over the Vatican grow darker, the light dims.  For today the Prophets speak, it's time to reflect on this verse:  "JUDGE ME O LORD MY GOD, ACCORDING TO THY RIGHTEOUSNESS, AND LET THEM NOT REJOICE OVER ME."......PSALM 24

SO, POPE BENEDICT XVI, THE ANGELS MAKE ONE REQUEST OF YOU:  DO THE RIGHT THING!!!!!!!!!

 

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Since I was a little girl, my spiritual life has been chaotic at best. Attendance at church occurred mostly on holidays during my very young years. Oh the pretty patent leather shoes, frilly dresses and white glove years.
       Grade school brought weekday religious education into my life, and for the first time I became acutely aware that not everyone believed in something greater. Witnessing the daily tormenting of an Atheist classmate in 1968 by fellow classmates and their parents, who worshipped regularly, opened a rift between me and organized religion that has lasted to this day.
        During Jr. High School, I attended the local Baptist Church next to my Grade School. That experience ended abruptly, when a neighbor girl pointed out that I must be stupid if I let the Pastor save me several times. It was only supposed to be a one time thing. Sure would have been nice if he would have explained the process a little clearer.
         From that point on, up through the birth of my Son, I steered clear of the those clamoring at my door, wanting me to attend this church or that one. It even got to be a game of sorts, as to what kind of excuse I could give for my lack of interest. Sometimes, I wouldn’t bother to answer the door, even though I knew the good souls knocking could hear the TV or Radio playing.


My Son brought a new dilemma into my life. I questioned myself as to what kind if any religious training would I provide for him. So I set about on a journey of attending various houses of worship in order to find a place that my toddler Son and I could call home. And a journey it was. I don’t believe the Seven Day Adventists will ever care if we return since I didn’t let them separate me from my Son during the service, the Baptist Church near me, invited me to come back once I read my Bible from front to back, and the ladies in the pew in front of me at the Christian Church were talking about another member all through the service, to the point I couldn’t hardly hear the Sermon. Five Religions and their respective Churches later, we ended our search. Only once, during his first grade year did I have to revisit religion and remind his public school teacher that I choose when, where, and how my Son attains his religious education and that should she feel compelled to tackle the job again, I would pull her sanctimonious tongue right out of her mouth. Next day new teacher.
From that point on religion became a non-issue in my home. My son and I had conversations with the Man upstairs, where ever and when ever we felt the urge or need. No one berating me because I dare question the hand I was dealt, no one to tell me my clothing was inappropriate for church. No gossip, hypocrisy, no hounding me for money and chastising me when I’m unable to give. Finally, freedom of religion was mine. More accurately, freedom from intolerant, biased, interpreted religious hog wash.


Personally, I think the Lord has some well-intentioned, but extremely off message representatives.


My Son is 30 now, and has 3 Sons and a daughter on the way. Now it is his turn to figure out how and what to teach to his young family about the secular world.
Good luck and Godspeed my Son…………you have your work  cut out for you.

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When I sat down with Father Jonathan, I just wanted to pray. As I looked into his eyes, they seemed to turn red. His mouth turned into a grin. He began to talk to me in a language I couldn’t understand. I jumped from my chair and tried to run. My legs were like water, unsteady and weak. I fell to the floor; my head was now spinning. The room turned dark. Suddenly I woke up. Was this all just a dream? No, Father Jonathan was still there standing over me! His face was changing now and his eyes now red as blood!! He spoke to me. “Son,” he said, “I have seen the IBLIS; it is in your soul and we can’t save you. You must free yourself! I will pray for you, but the IBLIS has damned you for all time.” As I tried to make sense of what he was saying I began to feel strange sensations in my body. I noticed my shirt had been torn, my chest was bleeding and my pants were wet and drawn. As I staggered away into the dawn all I could hear was a voice. It boomed like the beat of a bass drum. ” My son, don’t look so forlorn”. Then the ROOM FILLED WITH LAUGHTER! How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly on the heights of Zaphon; I will ascend to the tops of the clouds, I will make myself like the Most High’" (Isaiah 14:12-14, NIV).

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     The Catholic Church continues to ignore the abuses of priest, whose primary responsibility has always been to promote the faith of Jesus Christ and to take care of its members. By abusing the youngest minds and the weakest among them--those who can't possibly understand the ramifications of being manipulated into the sexual appetites of men who have been denied their natural urges--the church continues to be thrown into a negative light. Not every priest can be painted with this broad brush of condemnation. The dark souls of those who do engage in this hideous behavior are dooming themselves, because they will be the ones standing at the gates of hell when their lives have ended. The scars they have left on the young they have abused, scream out for vengeance, and all those who aided and abetted these priest must pay a price. Perhaps, some of the angels wings are broken and the tears of blood are now running down their faces. Maybe this too will be for those who prey on the innocent. And as the storm clouds over the Vatican grow darker, the lights dim. For today is Easter Sunday, it's time to reflect on this verse:  "JUDGE ME O LORD MY GOD, ACCORDING TO THY RIGHTEOUSNESS, AND LET THEM NOT REJOICE OVER ME." ....... PSALM 24

SO, POPE BENEDICT XVI, THE ANGELS MAKE ONE REQUEST OF YOU:  DO THE RIGHT THING!

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Mother Teresa in a bun ! , Jesus in the clouds ! , and Virgin Mary in a sandwich !. What is actually happening I really didn't know !! People started believing their God in everywhere and in every place. Check down this amazing list of Holy figures !!!


A grilled cheese sandwich that supposedly bore the image of the Virgin Mary was bought by GoldenPalace.com, an online casino, for $28,000 on eBay in November 2004

GoldenPalace.com also bought a water-stained piece of plaster from a Pittsburgh man's bathroom that was said to look like Jesus Christ. Their winning bid on eBay was $1,999.99

What some believed to be an image of the Virgin Mary created from condensed water between two windowpanes, drew crowds to the Milton Medical Center in Boston, Massachusetts, in June 2003

In October 2000, locals flocked to see a shadow cast by a streetlight shining through a tree forming what was believed to be a vision of Christ on the fence of a local caravan park in Port Germein, north of Adelaide, Australia

An image of a crucified Jesus Christ was seen in the clouds above the Sussex seaside town of Worthing in 2005

When NASA released pictures of the Cone Nebula taken by the Hubble telescope in April 2002, many people claimed it was an image of Jesus

Hundreds of people gathered in Clearwater, Florida, in December 1996, to witness what they believed to be a sighting of the Virgin Mary

In 2006, the Church got into the act with this advertisement, featuring the face of Jesus as a 'miraculous' apparition on a beer glass, which was the centrepiece of a campaign to encourage church-going at Christmas

A bonfire which locals believed resembled the silhouette of late Pope John Paul II making a blessing, was seen in a picture taken by amateur photographer Grzegorz Lukasik, on Matyska mountain in Poland, on April 2, 2007, during a vigil marking the second anniversary of the Polish pope's death. Data on Lukasik's digital camera says the picture was taken at 21.37:30, exactly the hour when the pope died

The 'Nun Bun': a cinnamon bun that apparently bore the likeness of Mother Teresa, was made famous by the Bongo Java coffeehouse in Nashville, Tennessee. The bun was later stolen

This Oscar fish was found in an aquarium in Rossendale, Lancashire. It supposedly bears the word 'Mohammed' on one side and 'Allah' on the other

Salim Patel holds up an aubergine which sparked cries of 'miracle' in Daubhill, Bolton, in March 1996, after he cut it in half to discover the name 'Allah' inside.

Another aubergine with the word 'Allah' clearly seen inside was exhibited in Jordan in April 2005

An egg with a series of mottled brown ridges that appeared to spell out 'Allah' in Arabic, was photographed in Cape Town in January 1998

The grandaddy of all holy apparitions is the Shroud of Turin, the 14-foot-long linen revered by some as the burial cloth of Jesus...

X-Rays of the shroud show what is claimed to be the image of the face of Jesus Christ.

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Margherita Missoni, the granddaughter of Rosita and Ottavio Missoni who started the Missoni knitwear company and fashion powerhouse in 1953, performs the traditional Flight of the Angel hanging from a cable tied from the bell tower at St Mark's Square .

This centuries-old rite marks the official beginning of Venice's Carnival celebrations.

She wears a sequined white costume designed by her grandfather, fashion stylist Ottavio Missoni.

The Carnival is the largest and is considered the most important Venetian festival, attracting thousands of revellers from around the world each year.

This year's Carnival will be held from February 13-24, under the name Sensation, Six Senses for Six Districts.

Women wearing historical costumes are carried through Saint Mark's Square in a procession called the Festa delle Marie, in memory of the liberation of young brides who were kidnapped and robbed of their jewels by Istrian pirates in 948 AD .

A woman dressed as Marie Antoinette poses in Saint Mark's Square .

People in masks take part in carnival festivities under a bright blue sky .

Costumed revellers arrive by gondola .

People wearing masks participate in carnival festivities outside the Doge's Palace .

Costumed revellers have a snack in the famous Caffe Florian on Saint Mark's square .

A reveller adjusts her dog's pirate hat, while another wears a typical Venice Carnival mask ..

Carnival-goers walk past the bell tower on Saint Mark's square ..

A woman wears a mask on a boat near the Rialto bridge ..

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