YSaC, Vol. 698: Does that mean We are the Walrus?
Seeking those aware of the upcoming shift in consciousness – m4m
Greetings
My name is Bobby and I am seeking those of similar vibration and those that are aware of the coming changes to our Planet Earth. I am one of many who chose specifically to incarnante here on Earth to experience this transformation. The Law of One, the Unified Field, the human Lightbody, Creation, dimensions, densities, Love, Light and more! These are some of many topics of interest.
We Are All One and the more One can see the Oneness in all of Creation the more One can access that greater part of Oneself where the greatest part of each individual is The One Creator that we all are. I see all of Creation Creator experiencing Creators self – we are Creator Gods capable of far more than the human mind can begin to imagine.
If you resonate with the vibration put forth in this message please send me an e-mail so we can meet. I’m currently staying in [location] which is up river of [other location].
Peace
Other topics of interest include The Table, staring at the wall, and Cheetos. Especially Cheetos. The Creator God is particularly fond of Cheetos.
Thanks, actech542!
Do we not have a tag for “Total Freakshows”.
*Looks at the tag cloud*
Apparently not. Too bad the dynamic duo are on vacation or I’d use my insignificant leverage against them!
*sips his coffee*
EDIT: Does anyone else now have “Good Vibrations” stuck in their head all of a sudden?
No, my earworm for this one is “The Age of Aquarius.”
Also, I didn’t know [location] was upriver of [other location]. How come nothing interesting ever seems to happen in [other location]?
More like Three Dog Night:
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one…
He is doomed to be lonely in his oneness.
Well, the title, plus the fact that I just finished watching A Hard Day’s Night on VH1 Classic has guaranteed mine is I Am the Walrus.
Sibelius Sym #7 C. Maj Op 105
An excellent choice, Cap’n.
I hear it goes well with a good, crisp Chardonnay.
I like cookies.
Mine is Roll with the Changes, but that’s just cuz it’s on the radio right now & I hate it so I know it’s gonna stick there all damn day.
Woke up with Brad Paisley’s Welcome to the Future playing in my head; much better predictor of what I’d come read today.
TM, now that you have put it in my head, it’s the theremin part, specifically, of “Good Vibrations” that is haunting my consciousness
Now, when he’s talking about “The One” (As apposed to oneness); is he talking about Sheridan, Delenn, or Sinclair? Cause you know, technically any of those is correct.
+1 adore for the B5 reference!
I may have to excuse myself from snarkness today. This is pretty much part of my church’s belief. Especially the m4m. We had some great pot-lucks.
I didn’t mean to imply any insensitivity towards your beliefs Windrose. If there is Won thing I’ve learned in this Won life I’ve been given, it’s that any Won can accidently show incencitivity to any Won else. I think we need to take some time, as Won people, to take the time to understand Won another and become closer; become Won. Wonce we’ve achieved this Wonness, we can then proceed as the true chosen of the Won.
Onederful, TM! 8) I am not easily offended. My sense of humorous gets in the way. So Play On!
*So play One.
I prefer the church that believes in the Juan. As in Valdez. Good coffee is underrated in its importances vis-a-vis dogma/theology, etc.
“Thick enough to chew, strong enough to worship”
And it curls the hair on your chest.
Oh, so you’re a Unitarian Universalist?
No, but I do believe in Coffee For Everybody, and that A Shared Love of Caffeine-based Beverages Can Bring Us Together. Those are kind of uniting and universal.
But, the problem of Coffee For All is in that not All are equal.
The supply of good coffee is finite.
š……………………Mahi-mahi sashimi with sesame
Those who appreciate good coffee are finite.
ÿ……………………liver treat^e * (log)catnip
Coffee makers are finite.
ß…………………..steak on barbi
Coffee servers are finite.
‰………………….Shrimp and mudbugs, feather toy
So, by the miracle of tridescadoudecahedal math, you only get the good coffee if you can demonstrate you are not wasting it on infinity.
Forty-two!
But that’s why we use Catmath, so that all can have great coffee no matter what they demonstrate.
Here! Here! I worship at the altar of Juan Valdez in the morning.
Now, the evening is another matter. I go to the bar…er…church down the street for some Don Juan tequila! Arriba!
Now that’s what I call a shift in consciousness.
I’m all for flexible consciousnesses.
*walks away humming, “free your mind, and the rest will follow.”
Is anyone else disturbed by the correct spelling and punctuation of this ad? I always thought tidy grammar meant a tidy mind.
You can have a tidy house that is nevertheless in the middle of a swamp.
I am more disturbed by the idea that his listing vibrates.
Maybe it’s another one of those euphemisms.
When you build a castle in the swamp, you have to be careful that it does not ctach fire then sink . . .
Well, his mind is clearly one with his soul and body.
The less there is to keep tidy, the easier it is.
Read this in the voice of Gaius Baltar and you pretty much sum up the last season of Battlestar Galactica (syfy version).
Wow, it’s scifi day here at YSaC! YAY!! *fangirls*
I believe the term is “Squee!”
TM has been known to do it alot.
🙂
Yes, you are correct. *ahem*
Squeek! *shakes head* Nope
Squick! Appropriate, but not what I was going for.
*deep breath*
SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Ah, there we go. 🙂
When is it not?
Edit: SciFi Day, that is. MS snuck in there…
Never, hopefully. Not, that is.
I was able to sneak in stealthily due to my Cloaking Device and my S’mores Oars.
I am SciFi Ninja!
Did you get Ben Sisko’s permission for that?
One does not want to cross one’s Emissary, after all.
Everyone knows that the Walrus was Paul…
This is ridiculous – we all know that Astrognash is the Walrus (Walri?). Sounds like intellectual property theft to me!
I’m pretty sure that Astro is the Eggman.
You called?
I am he as you are he and you are me and we are all together…
I’m pretty sure that was just drunk dialing.
Squee! Where is your adorable ballerina Dalek from? Adore!!!
I drew it! It’s actually a poster for me and my friend’s fictitious band, Daleks in Tutus. We play hardcore rock on Tesla Coils. It’s pretty friggin’ sweet.
Wouldn’t hard rock on Tesla coils technically be (literally) metal?
Or lightning.
ElectroMetal.
Windrose, you have invented a new genre of music! Congratulations–I’ll go buy it some diapers, and maybe some babby jars to keep it in.
Good idea, Laurelhach, I have a feeling the musicians are going to have short but spectacular lives. Oh, I mean expectacular, don’t I?
I’m a bit late, but I’m pretty sure Daleks in Tutus should be nominated for the REAL band of the day. That’s just friggin awesome.
*squeezes eyes shut* Okay, Rose, puncheth me!!
Later, CJ. Gotta wash up after dinner, then polish the brass.
Aww, Dr. Bronner’s lookin’ for a friend!
I ‘KNEW’ that this ad looked familiar!
Good soap, hilarious reading, strange musings.
Reminds me of that “cubed Earth” guy. Can’t seem to find his website for some reaon.
This guy?
http://www.timecube.com/
(*giggle* “reaon”)
Yup, that’s the one
Reaon is going to be one of my new power words.
You’re so Reaon, SJ!
Holy shit! Started reading time cube page, then scanning time cube page, then hit the bottom (yes, it has one!) and then see the “Next Page Link.” And that page is just as long! Why do crazy people have to be so long winded? Can’t the time cube be explained in 100 words or less?
I feel sorry for the other people at Dr Gene Ray’s retirement home.
Oh, look. Something else to scare me spitless for the day.
(And you would have thought the ten-story warrior ants outside the window would have been enough.)
Huh.
I think reading this guy’s site has made me nuts. Filbert, anyone?
That sight frightens me on a vast menagerie of deep levels.
*site
Well, a five-corner square is a pentagon, or home plate–which must be proof of the won ton.
A three-corner square is a triangle, and that’s the percussion section–and we all know about them . . .
Bianchi:
They also like large, multicolored, and multifonted text.
I bet you enjoyed the time square cube on the second page. It goes around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around…
I never made it that far. I had to go purge my brain with some cute pictures of gramatically chalenged felines.
If Time Cube dude is so insistent that the human race is an uneducated, completely evil, totally hopeless cause, then why is he even bothering. I myself quite like being evil. I get to shoot lightning from my hands and eat all the cookies I want.
On the other hand, if this guy is right, and “Until Word is Cornered, all Math is Fiction,” then I have wasted an entire hour every school day.
woah o_o
http://timecube.com/index6.html
It’s gotten a little bit less crazy over the past few years, they stopped printing rants on the inside of the soap wrappers and toned down the outside a bit and I kind of miss it. It’s the next best thing to homemade.
Homemade what? Hooch? Because that kind of loopiness sounds like homebrewed likker* was involved somewhere.
*Not only do people still make this, they do so further north than stereotypes might imply.
Homemade soap. Like likker it can be made at home, but there is a greater chance of getting a chemical burn. I’ve made both and prefer the soap despite the aforementioned chemical burn risk. Soap doesn’t attract those pesky revenooers.
I’m with you SJ, I love Dr. Bronners. I have the lavender liquid (diluted) at every sink in the house & a bar in the shower. Love, love, love.
Have you seen “Dr. Bronners Soapbox”? We Netflixed it & it was pretty good. I know he was a tad nutty (heh) but I like the all-one idea.
I have not but I shall add it to my queue.
The ad did remind me to add that to my shopping list.
Wow, a CraigsList personals ad that accomplished something. That is weird.
I suspect there may be a rupture in the space-time continuum. If you all start acting just like yourselves, only eviler and with different hair…..wait, that’s what you’re already like. Eeeeeepp!
*Twirles his handlebar mustache*
I don’t know what you’re talking about Lurk. Everything is the same as it has always been.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to go put on my rabbit costume.
*twirls TM’s mustache* I’ll hang on to this for you, shall I?
**Strokes his Walrus ‘stache**
Dang, this ‘stache is itchy. Shows me to skimp and not pay for the “mou”.
Yep, that’s my home town. Love driving by Dr. Bronner’s place, with the barbed wire and keep out signs. Makes a body feel real welcome and right at home.
Well, we know that One is the loneliest number…don’t we? I mean, Two can be as sad as One, it’s the loneliest number since the number One.
For that matter, NO can be a sad experience..yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll.ever.know.
Sorry CJ, I didn’t see that you’ve already addressed this. It’s Taco’s fault!
😉
We are Borg.
I adore this, but I don’t want to be assimilated.
You’re obviously not a team player LL. There is no “I” in Borg. Just one lonely Oooooooh….
*fires photon torpedos*
*Shields fail*
You sunk my battleship!
More like, “You sunk my starship!”
You sunk my Battlestar!
What do you all think will be the coming changes to our planet Earth?
I vote for:
1) a “dislike” button on Facebook
2) recording of business phone conversations actually ensuring quality service
3) tattooing and then exile for people who say our brains are “wired”
4) at least half of cable channels having some kind of enjoyable content
5) a law that women wear clothes their actual size, at most only one size too small
6) mandatory study of George Carlin in all middle and high schools
I would resonate with this vibration.
I am intrigued by your philosophy and wish to subscribe to your newsletter, Princess Pretty-Knees.
Please send $1000 for your knee halos to:
Bianchi Sound
1234 Main Street
[Location], [State] 12345
Knee-haloes cannot be bought; they are only awarded.
Yep. I “award” them for $1000 a pair!
I TOTALLY demand a “Dislike” button on FB!
Me too!
Sadly, I can also see how it could be abused…
Abused? Oh, there is none of that going on in the interweb is there? I thought every comment was legit.
Well, if we get “dislike” can we also have a “WTF” button, too?
I’d LOVE a “WTF?” button.
Cap’n, that is an amazing proposition! I would love that, for example, when one of my friends described that monstrosity on two donuts that they call a “Luther Burger”, and put Gravity instead of Gravy. The first time through, I thought, “Smothered in gravity? WTF?”
Smothered in Gravity – actually that makes sense; it would explain my difficulties in getting up some mornings … I’m not tired or lazy, I’m smothered in gravity.
That has got to be a band name!
Smothered in Gravity today at the 40Watt!
Singing their hit singles:
“Divide me by Zero”
And
“Oh Shi-
Funny. I always thought the title of that song was “Oh Shi-, Zomb-!”
Wait, no, I’m thinking of that one techno group…
Yeah that was the Techno group.
I think they were called “The Zomb
I feel “WTF” is too crass and simplistic — I’d prefer some form of button that would give an electric shock to the sender any time I received a Facebook message I really did not want.
WTH is just as simplistic but a touch more elegant. IMO. I have some crazy friends, I’ve just put ‘WTH’ as a macro.
I was thinking of a button that would poke the sender in the eye with a sharp stick but the electric shock would be easier, I guess.
I was thinking I could use the WTF button to indicate that I’m in agreement with the WTF-ness of whatever the person is describing, e.g., when my best friend puts up a status relating to her crappy job because that’s always my response to anything they do to her. Clearly it has other excellent uses as well.
The electric shock idea is good, but I can see myself really abusing it on some of my severely grammatically-challenged friends. Although now that I think about it, that may not be such a bad thing…maybe it’ll have a Pavlovian effect and they’ll finally learn. Hmmmmm……
Shades of Clockwork Orange…
There were too many Ones in this message. I am now sufficiently confused and don’t know which One is The One.
Neo is ‘The One’.
The Matrix has you.
I am only ineterested in Cold Ones. As Strong Bad so sagely said, “A One that is not cold is no kind of One at all.”
Tall cool ones are likewise acceptable.
You see? NOT of the Body.
Kinda hopin’ someone will get this reference….?
Star Trek was a couple threads up… sorry, I was wasting time looking for Landru.
(was that it?)
Whee-haa! For the money!
I’m currently staying in [location] which is up river of [other location].
[other location] = Full-of-Shit Creek?
That, or up the river without a paddle – clearly this dude doesn’t have both oars in the water.
When god was handing out oars, this guy thought s/he said “s’mores” and asked for some gooey ones.
Picture it: two magnets ‘vibrating’ in oneness separated by distance and disbelief. In a world of hostility and unattractiveness, polar opposites are endlessly searching for their perfect fields. Little do they know they have entered….
..the Craigslist Zone.
hmm… guess I don’t imitate Rod Serling very well.
I was thinking of him, but thought the correct answer was “The YSAC Zone.”
They only land at YSaC during the credit reviews. We’re like tv critics, right?
With they new avvie (very cute, btw) I’m getting more of a sexy, latino sound than Rod Sterling.
How are you this allergy season? 😉
*The next day, down at [location] city hall.
“As the mayor of [location], let me be clear: we do not tolerate this kind of activity in [location]! We do not want your kind in [location]! Stay the hell out of [location]! Go back to [ish] or downriver to [other location] or wherever you came from! Do not sully our fine town of [location]!”
**Turns to secretary- “Now Miss Johnson, please bring your Human lightbody over here so I can resonate with your vibration…”
“incarnante” = “in” +(“Carna” = a nymph who lived where Rome would eventually be. Janus fell in love with her and gave her power over door hinges and handles) +(“NTE” = Nantes Atlantique Airport in Nantes, France)
So Bobby got into a Roman goddess of door hardware in a French airport. Sounds about right for a CraigsList ad.
(I love Wikipedia.)
So, walking into or through a door is really having sex with a goddess?
Geez, no wonder I can never keep my religions straight.
OOOoooh… you’re GOOD, sarajean!
*lighting a votive lamp to the Goddess of Knobs
:blushes:
Don’t thank me, thank Wikipedia. Second only to Google for the sheer amount of weird crap you can find if you look long enough.
The goddess of knobs? Oh wait. I remember now. Her name was Paulina and (s)he’s one calassay goddess.
*flips through deck of CatMath playing cards*
Let’s see… I’ve got a Goddess of Knobs, a Misjay of Tables, a fifth of Rum, a twelve of Spinach Toothpaste, a one-third of Calasassy… I’m not seeing a “Paulina” of Knobs in here. There’s a Polisher of Knobs, though.
I suspect you’re not playing with a full deck, SJ. 😉
That has long been the consensus.
The paraphrase a famous Cat; We’re all a little mad here.
a square wasps’ nest and…
..a partridge in a pear tree…
“If we weren’t all crazy/We’d all go insane.”
No, the goddess of knobs is really Floyd. Floyd lives in Southern Indiana – right near French Lick – you remember, Floyd’s Knobs.
I think Floyd may be related to Paulina, but isn’t quite as classassassay.
Dang, a god fell in love with her, and all she got were hinges and knobs? WTF?
Wasn’t Janus the God of doors or something? I remember something about a gate and that being why January is the first month of the year…
Based on the number of mortal women the Greco-Roman Gods ‘fell in love with’, I’m guessing hinges and knobs were all that was left. Plus, it’s who he is – the God of doorways (and beginnings/endings). Fun fact* – the ‘door to the new year’ is named after him (January).
*Actual fun content may vary
Dang. Scooped.
I knew it!
Surprisingly coherent for one so obviously crazy…
Which one of us posters are you talking about?
Do the rest of get to vote for the crazy poster? ‘Cause I have a couple candidates in mind…
This is one of those rare instances where I hope I don’t get picked for something but probably will.
Well, if you get dropped from my facebook ‘friends’ list… you know it was you.
I never realized Dr. Sevrin’s first name was Bobby.
Yay, brother!
I’ve googled and yahooed and binged this… what is this reference of ‘Dr. Sevrin’ ?
I did not reach you, Herbert?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Way_to_Eden
:facepalm:
I’m so embarrassed that I don’t remember this episode.
I’ll go to the time-out corner.
Mostly I’m trying to dissect this sentence: “we are Creator Gods capable of far more than the human mind can begin to imagine.”
So, is he saying that he is not human, or that he IS human, but he is capable of something that his mind is not capable of imagining? And if so, where does that leave the cliché of “if the mind can believe it, you can achieve it”?
Well, then what does that mean for the song I Believe I Can Fly?
**flaps arms, nothing happens**
Does that mean I am a Creator God too?
“If someone asks you if you are a Creator God, YOU SAY YES!”
Maybe we can convince Bobby to try to believe he can breathe underwater. That would solve a lot of problems.
People named Bobby don’t cause me to visualize anything close to a “Creator God”…. I’m stuck at camo pants, bandoliers, and survivalist camps in Alabama stocked with PBR.
I’m stuck on Bobby Hill, who I can’t see as any kind of god of anything, unless there is a “Destroyer of Klondike Bars” I am unaware of.
I kind of like that, actually.
……Barista Queen……
……..Sara Jean……..
…Harvester of Souls….
Destroyer of Klondike Bars
I think I need some new business cards.
I don’t know why, I keep thinking Bobby Burgess when I read, “Greetings, I am Bobby.” Then I see him dancing around to music with bubbles. I think M4M would have to mean MOUSEKETEER for MOUSEKETEER.
I think many people resonate with vibrations, except in states like Georgia where it’s illegal. They probably do in those states also but they just don’t put forth the message.
I think earthquakes are the result of those people vibrating. Now to research the root cause of blizzards!!
I blame York Peppermint Patties.
DQ is celebrating the birthday of the Blizzard (no word yet if they are doing so in Mexia*)
______________
*Ancient jape:
Three salespeople are at lunch arguing how to pronounce the name of the fair city of Mexia, Texas. “Meh HEE ah” says one. “MAY Hay uh!” says another. “Meh THEE ah,” says the third. Unable to agree, they ask the waitrix “Excuse us, but could you tell us, slow-like, how you pronounce the name of this place?”
“Dahr EEE KwEEn.”
It’s Meck-see-ah!
Okay, I know it’s Muh-hay-uh, but only because of having an in-law from there. But do you know why does the rain fall from up above?
I think it has something to do with gravity.
Does The One surround us and penetrate us and/or bind the galaxy together?
If so, I may be interested.
I’m not really interested in anything that will besurrounding, binding and/or penetrating me and the galaxy at the same time, thank you very much.
Been there, done that, got the scar to prove it.
“…we are Creator Gods”
or, in Bianchi’s case, Creator Goddesses.
What? You had to know I’d go there.
Just sad you beat me to it. 8/ Not really, though. Gotta keep that joke alive!
What?
Don’t drink his punch.
If We Are All One, then what the hell do you need with an ad on CL? Shouldn’t we already know who we all are? And if we are all One are we supposed to refer to ourselves as “we” – that indicates more than One. I’m so confused.
Bobby is really Roberta. Her..um..personal massager fritzed out on her at the most inopportune moment. Being new to the area, she is not sure where the nearest “replacement” shop is and is hoping someone on CL will be willing to come over and help her out. They can become One and experience each others vibrations.
I’m guessing this guy has a lot of Dr. Bronner’s soap lying around.
You know, I hadn’t thought of that! You might be right.
But did Bobby absorb the teachings through osmosis, or did he just have to lather it in thoroughly?
I imagine he had to repeat a lot.
I think it’s time to rinse.
I don’t think there’s enough soap in the world to make me feel clean after reading this post. Just like the time I read about Timecube… gah, so dirty, so very dirty…
“Hi, you must be Bobby!”
“I am the portion of the Oneness who answers to that sound.”
“I was so intrigued when you called me back! You’re ad was…interesting.”
“You response resonated with the One that is all. We have but one test to endure before our essences can merge into a single oneness.”
“We… what now? Hey, what are you doing with that hammer? Stop…OWW! I’m not a freakin’ bell, you idiot!”
“Our vibrations must be as one if we are to join as one single entity.”
“‘ll show you vibrations! Meet my boomstick, he’ll make you resonate…”
let’s pass the hat. the tin foil hats.
And if you all don’t give enough, we’re passing it around again!
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one.
Did I miss anybody?
I think you did forget one. Dunno which one, though.
Any one have any idea?
I’m pretty sure it was the other one.
I’m not one. Or the other.
I can’t read this without having flashbacks to Uni, specifically the “Roxanne” drinking game. Except here, instead of one group drinking on “Roxanne” and the other on “put on the red light”, the first group drinks for “one” and the second for any Boolean hit off “Creat*”. Regardless, I suspect the end result will still be getting told off by the police while weaving down the street at gone 5am, wearing a road cone on my head. I mean, one’s head.
I have regularly noticed but never been able to explain the attractiveness of traffic cones, and the wearing on the head thereof, by the inebriated (particularly of a certain age and educational level), aside from “they are,” and “they do.”
Drunk person(s) + traffic cone(s) = Cone(s) worn on head(s).
I see by your antipodean-originating post that this phenomenon is, unsurprisingly, not limited to the US, where I’d observed it. 8)
Also, extra Adores if I could for Boolean reference and expander symbol.
Based on what I know of Drunk Student Jen (aka Student Jen), the ‘explanation’ goes like this:
*attracted by colour* “ORANGE!! Oooh, hat? Ow, scratchy and hissy and bitey and clawey. Not hat.
RED!! Drat, nailed to fence and full of letters. Not hat.
ORANGE AGAIN!! Ooh reflective stripes! Shiny. Hat? Heavy, but not bitey. Hat!”
CJ! It’s Time! Punchity Punch Punch! Whoo–hoo!
G’Night, Escondido!
I like cheetos too!