Maksutov wrote:How do you know they weren't aliens from antiKolob?
Don't tell me this is where Warren Aston got his Mormons and UFOs idea. I can just see it. "Hmm, catholics have exorcisms, what can Mormons use to makethe supernatural more fun and accessible?"
ETA: unbelievable grindael. This bit about evil is based on just another Fairmormon cut and paste?!
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And I would add, there isn't a leg for the Mormon "Priesthood" to stand on either. It's all made up BS. LIEmaker is another silly Mopologist who has nothing better to do than spread their propaganda.
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door; Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors. One focal point in a random world can change your direction: One step where events converge may alter your perception.
Maksutov wrote:How do you know they weren't aliens from antiKolob?
Don't tell me this is where Warren Aston got his Mormons and UFOs idea. I can just see it. "Hmm, catholics have exorcisms, what can Mormons use to makethe supernatural more fun and accessible?"
ETA: unbelievable grindael. This bit about evil is based on just another Fairmormon cut and paste?!
I don't think so, I was responding to his silly claim about the "priesthood". It appears he watches too much TV.
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door; Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors. One focal point in a random world can change your direction: One step where events converge may alter your perception.
The Soap Maker wrote:Nope, I'm going to use a more reliable source. I'll use the holy ghost instead...*praying*...*praying*...*waiting for response*...
OMG!! Peacemaker, this story you shared about a demonic force haunting the Hodgson family 41 years ago is true!!! Evil exists!!! Demonic voices are true!!! Satan is real and likes to move furniture!!! The Book of Mormon is true!!! The LDS church is true!!!
Thank you so much for sharing this amazing story so that I could regain my testimony - I was almost a gonner.
The Soap Maker wrote: Thank you so much for sharing this amazing story so that I could regain my testimony - I was almost a gonner.
Satan is also very good at moving the stylus on a Ouija board, unless those using it are blindfolded. I am not sure why that is.
"Any over-ritualized religion since the dawn of time can make its priests say yes, we know, it is rotten, and hard luck, but just do as we say, keep at the ritual, stick it out, give us your money and you'll end up with the angels in heaven for evermore."
The Soap Maker wrote:Nope, I'm going to use a more reliable source. I'll use the holy ghost instead...*praying*...*praying*...*waiting for response*...
OMG!! Peacemaker, this story you shared about a demonic force haunting the Hodgson family 41 years ago is true!!! Evil exists!!! Demonic voices are true!!! Satan is real and likes to move furniture!!! The Book of Mormon is true!!! The LDS church is true!!!
Thank you so much for sharing this amazing story so that I could regain my testimony - I was almost a gonner.
One of my favorite country albums:
Wow! I had never heard of that album before, but the critics loved it:
Critic Scott Walden compared the Louvins' music to the Velvet Underground; "Their comprehension of the tortured throes of a drunkard's Satan-infested soul are no less profound than Lou Reed's own understanding of a heroin junkie wrestling with a world devoid of meaning beyond the piercing tip of the needle... The depth is there in Satan is Real. This album transcends the immediate kitsch appeal of its cover. There is a reason why songs from this album have been performed by the more commonly accepted genius of artists such as Gram Parsons, Johnny Cash, and Emmylou Harris."[5]
I always leave Satan cookies on Christmas Eve. They always are gone in the morning because they are "spiritual" cookies. I also wrote this song, and it is absolutely TRUE:
smooth sailing
I dreamed of a far off place an island way out to sea I cast off at a leisurely pace and I never felt so free
I found there a green garden and I ate my fill happily after that, don’t know what happened for I woke up back in the city
Determined to return again I closed my eyes in sleep and when they finally opened I saw you walking on the beach
smooth sailing on a crystal sea dreaming about just you and me smooth sailing on a quiet ocean like no place I have ever been smooth sailing on a crystal sea dreaming about just you and me you and me…
Maybe it’s all a delusion but I swear it all was true the sweet sound of the ocean and sky above so blue
The sound of your voice haunts me like your footprints in the sand the waves and the smell of the sea and walking along hand in hand
the alarm wakes me from slumber but I can't get you out of my head as I look at the sheets in wonder and brush the sand out of my bed...
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door; Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors. One focal point in a random world can change your direction: One step where events converge may alter your perception.
grindael wrote:I always leave Satan cookies on Christmas Eve. They always are gone in the morning because they are "spiritual" cookies.
Dare I ask what shape Satan cookies take on?
grin wrote:I also wrote this song, and it is absolutely TRUE:
smooth sailing
I dreamed of a far off place an island way out to sea I cast off at a leisurely pace and I never felt so free
I found there a green garden and I ate my fill happily after that, don’t know what happened for I woke up back in the city
Determined to return again I closed my eyes in sleep and when they finally opened I saw you walking on the beach
smooth sailing on a crystal sea dreaming about just you and me smooth sailing on a quiet ocean like no place I have ever been smooth sailing on a crystal sea dreaming about just you and me you and me…
Maybe it’s all a delusion but I swear it all was true the sweet sound of the ocean and sky above so blue
The sound of your voice haunts me like your footprints in the sand the waves and the smell of the sea and walking along hand in hand
the alarm wakes me from slumber but I can't get you out of my head as I look at the sheets in wonder and brush the sand out of my bed...
