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::: Thread 420 :::

-=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

  "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

                      -=oOo=-

Wherein we examine the Relatively Holy Weltanschauung of
              The Prophet of Prophets
                       -and-
                  Guide of Guides
             The Beloved Master Rael, X*
                – as elucidated by –
               The Space Alien Yahweh
                        and
                His Beloved Brethren
                    The Elohim
 And Their Numerous Computer Generated Nubile Concubines

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
This, then, my Beloved Brethren, will be an ongoing multi-post saga of
epic proportion from which we will shamelessly plagiarise Master
Rael’s relatively holy prose from his Magnum Opus, _The True Face of
God: Neither Supernatural God, Nor Evolution; The Truth About Our
Extraterrestrial Origins_, (c) 1998 C.E.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

::: The Other World :::

"You are probably wondering where you are," my guide said.  "In fact
you are now on a base located relatively close to the earth.  In the
first message you noted that we travelled seven times faster than the
speed of light.  That was true 25,000 years ago when we landed on
earth.  Since then, we have made much progress and we now travel
through space much faster.  It only takes a few moments to make the
journey that used to take us almost two months in those times, and we
continue to progress.  If you will now follow me, we will take a
little trip together."

I rose and followed my three guides.  We went through an airlock and
in a vast room I noticed a craft similar to the one that had brought
me from earth, but it was far larger.  The exterior must have been
about twelve meters in diameter, and inside it had four seats facing
each other instead of just two.  We sat down as before, and again I
felt the same sensation of intense cold but it lasted much longer this
time — about ten minutes.  Then the craft rocked slightly, and we
stepped out through the trap door exit.

Before me a paradisical landscape unfolded, and in fact I could not
find any words my enchantment at seeing huge flowers, each more
beautiful than the last, and animals of unimaginable appearance that
were walking among them.  There were birds with multicolored plumage,
and pink and blue squirrels with the heads of bear cubs climbing in
the branches of trees that bore both enormous fruits and gigantic
flowers.

About thirty meters from the spacecraft, a small group of Elohim was
waiting for us, and behind the trees I was able to make out a group of
buildings that resembled brightly colored shells harmonising perfectly
with the vegetation.  The temperature was very mild, and the air was
perfumed with countless scents of exotic flowers.  We walked towards
the top of a hill, and a marvelous panorama began to appear.
Innumerable small streams wound through the luch vegetation, and far
off an azure sea sparkled in the sun.

Reaching a clearing, I discovered with great astonishment a group of
people similar to me, by which I mean people resembling those who live
on earth, not Elohim.  Most of them were naked or wore robes made of
multicolored silks.  They bowed respectfully before my three guides
and then we all sat down.

Our armchairs seemed to have been carved in the rock and were covered
with thick furs that always remained fresh and comfortable despite the
warmth.  Some people came out of a small cave located right next to us
and approached, carrying trays piled high with fruits, grilled meats
accompanied by the most incredible sauces, and drinks of ungorgettable
flavours.

Behind each guest two of the men who carried trays were kneeling ready
to satisfy the slightest wish of those who were eating.  The latter
would ask them for whatever they desired without even looking at them.

During the meal some marvelous music had started up, from where I
could not tell, and young naked women with figures as sculptural as
those of the waiters started to dance with incomparable grace on the
surrounding lawn.

There must have been some forty guests who were similar to people from
earth in addition to my three guides.  There were white, yellow and
black men and women who all spoke a language I could not understand
that resembled Hebrew.

I was sitting next to the Eloha whom I had met two years earlier, and
to the left of the other two Elohim.  Facing me sat a young, bearded
man, very handsome and very slim.  He wore a mysterious smile and an
expression filled with fraternal feeling.  To his right was a man with
a noble face sporting a black beard that was very thick and very long.
 To his left was a more corpulent man with an Asian face.  He had a
shaven head.

[to be continued...]

Another fine post by:

-Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
 Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
 http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

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  1. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…

    > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Blue, I believe that number has recently changed.
    I’ll look into it…

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    >                       -=oOo=-

    > Wherein we examine the Relatively Holy Weltanschauung of
    >               The Prophet of Prophets
    >                        -and-
    >                   Guide of Guides
    >              The Beloved Master Rael, X*
    >                 – as elucidated by –
    >                The Space Alien Yahweh
    >                         and
    >                 His Beloved Brethren
    >                     The Elohim
    >  And Their Numerous Computer Generated Nubile Concubines

    > -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
    > This, then, my Beloved Brethren, will be an ongoing multi-post saga of
    > epic proportion from which we will shamelessly plagiarise Master
    > Rael’s relatively holy prose from his Magnum Opus, _The True Face of
    > God: Neither Supernatural God, Nor Evolution; The Truth About Our
    > Extraterrestrial Origins_, (c) 1998 C.E.
    > -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    > ::: The Other World :::

    > "You are probably wondering where you are," my guide said.  "In fact
    > you are now on a base located relatively close to the earth.  In the
    > first message you noted that we travelled seven times faster than the
    > speed of light.  That was true 25,000 years ago when we landed on
    > earth.  Since then, we have made much progress and we now travel
    > through space much faster.  It only takes a few moments to make the
    > journey that used to take us almost two months in those times, and we
    > continue to progress.  If you will now follow me, we will take a
    > little trip together."

    > I rose and followed my three guides.  We went through an airlock and
    > in a vast room I noticed a craft similar to the one that had brought
    > me from earth, but it was far larger.  The exterior must have been
    > about twelve meters in diameter, and inside it had four seats facing
    > each other instead of just two.  We sat down as before, and again I
    > felt the same sensation of intense cold but it lasted much longer this
    > time — about ten minutes.  Then the craft rocked slightly, and we
    > stepped out through the trap door exit.

    > Before me a paradisical landscape unfolded, and in fact I could not
    > find any words my enchantment at seeing huge flowers, each more
    > beautiful than the last, and animals of unimaginable appearance that
    > were walking among them.  There were birds with multicolored plumage,
    > and pink and blue squirrels with the heads of bear cubs climbing in
    > the branches of trees that bore both enormous fruits and gigantic
    > flowers.

    > About thirty meters from the spacecraft, a small group of Elohim was
    > waiting for us, and behind the trees I was able to make out a group of
    > buildings that resembled brightly colored shells harmonising perfectly
    > with the vegetation.  

    Tuning, of course.

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    > The temperature was very mild, and the air was
    > perfumed with countless scents of exotic flowers.  We walked towards
    > the top of a hill, and a marvelous panorama began to appear.
    > Innumerable small streams wound through the luch vegetation, and far
    > off an azure sea sparkled in the sun.

    > Reaching a clearing, I discovered with great astonishment a group of
    > people similar to me, by which I mean people resembling those who live
    > on earth, not Elohim.  Most of them were naked or wore robes made of
    > multicolored silks.  They bowed respectfully before my three guides
    > and then we all sat down.

    > Our armchairs seemed to have been carved in the rock and were covered
    > with thick furs that always remained fresh and comfortable despite the
    > warmth.  Some people came out of a small cave located right next to us
    > and approached, carrying trays piled high with fruits, grilled meats
    > accompanied by the most incredible sauces, and drinks of ungorgettable
    > flavours.

    > Behind each guest two of the men who carried trays were kneeling ready
    > to satisfy the slightest wish of those who were eating.  The latter
    > would ask them for whatever they desired without even looking at them.

    > During the meal some marvelous music had started up, from where I
    > could not tell, and young naked women with figures as sculptural as
    > those of the waiters started to dance with incomparable grace on the
    > surrounding lawn.

    > There must have been some forty guests who were similar to people from
    > earth in addition to my three guides.  There were white, yellow and
    > black men and women who all spoke a language I could not understand
    > that resembled Hebrew.

    > I was sitting next to the Eloha whom I had met two years earlier, and
    > to the left of the other two Elohim.  Facing me sat a young, bearded
    > man, very handsome and very slim.  He wore a mysterious smile and an
    > expression filled with fraternal feeling.  To his right was a man with
    > a noble face sporting a black beard that was very thick and very long.
    >  To his left was a more corpulent man with an Asian face.  He had a
    > shaven head.

    > [to be continued...]

    Can’t wait!

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    > Another fine post by:

    > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  2. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…

    > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Thread 420 – continued
    ======================

    ::: Meeting the Ancient Prophets :::

    Towards the end of the meal my guide again spoke to me.

    In my first message I told you of a residence located on our planet
    where people from earth can continue to live thanks to the scientific
    secret of eternity that is based on a single cell.

    Among those people are Jesus, Moses, Elijah and so on.  This residence
    is, in fact, very large, since it is an entire planet where the
    members of the Council of the Eternals live as well.  My name is
    Yahweh, and I am the president of the Council of the Eternals.

    There are currently 8,400 people from earth living on the planet where
    we are at this moment.  They are people who during their lives reached
    a sufficient level of open-mindedness toward the infinite, or who
    enabled humanity on earth to progress from it’s primitive level
    through their discoveries, their writings, their ways of organizing
    society and their exemplary acts of fraternity, love or selflessness.
    Alongside them live the 700 Elohim members of the Council of Eternals.

    Whatever the outcome of your mission may be, you have your place
    reserved here among us in this veritable little paradise where
    everything is easy, thanks to science, and where we live happily and
    eternally.  I can truly say eternally, for, as on earth, we created
    all life here, and we are starting to understand perfectly the life of
    the infinitely large, that is to say, of the planets, and we can
    detect signs of old age in solar systems, which will enable us to
    leave this planet in time to create another paradise elsewhere, as
    soon as we grow anxious about its survival.

    The eternals who live here, both people from earth and Elohim, can
    fulfill themselves as they wish, without having to do anything but
    that which pleases them  – scientific research, meditation, music,
    painting, and so on.

    Or they can do nothing at all if they feel like it.

    The servants you saw carrying the dishes a little while ago, as well
    as the dancers, are just biological robots.  They are created
    according to the same principle we used to create the people of earth
    in a totally scientific way.  They have been limited and are
    absolutely submissive to us.

    They are also incapable of acting without orders from us, and they are
    very specialized.  They have no aspirations of their own, and no
    desires for pleasure, except certain ones that their specialization
    require.  They grow old and die like us, but the machine that makes
    them can make far more than we need.  They are incapable of feelings
    or suffering, and cannot reproduce themselves.

    Their lifespan is similar to ours – that is to say about 700 years
    with the help of a small surgical intervention.  When one of them must
    be destroyed due to old age, the machine that created them produces
    one or several others, depending on our needs.  They come out of the
    machine ready to function and with their normal height, for they have
    neither growth nor childhood.

    They only know how to do one thing: obey people from earth and Elohim,
    and they are incapable of the slightest violence.

    They can be recognized by the small BLUE stone that both males and
    females wear between their eyes.  They take care of the dirty jobs and
    do all the work that is uninteresting.  They are produced, taken care
    of and destroyed underground, where, in fact, all the maintenance work
    is done by such robots and enormous computers that regulate all the
    problems of nourishment, supply of raw materials, energy and other
    things.  We each haveon average ten robots at our service, and as
    there are slightly more than 9,000 of us – earth people and Elohim –
    there is a permanent total of 90,000 male and female robots.

    [to be continued...]

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  3. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304091639.2b5ac503@posting.google.com>…

    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…
    > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Thread 420 – continued
    ======================

    [As you may recall from the last portion of this thread, we learned
    that there were approximately 9,000 earth people and Elohim on Rael’s
    mysterious planet, with approximately 90,000 drop-dead gorgeous
    android robots to service their every desire…]

    Like the Elohim members of the Council of Eternals, the Eternals from
    earth are not allowed to have children.  They agree to have a small
    operation, which makes them sterile, but that sterility can be easily
    reversed.  The purpose of this measure is to prevent undeserving
    beings from joining us in this marvelous world.  However, male and
    female Eternals can unite freely just as they wish, and all jealousy
    is eliminated.

    In addition, men who wish to have one or more companions outside the
    relationships of equality which exist between eternal men and women,
    or who do not want to live with a woman on an equal basis, may have
    one or more totally submissive biological robot women with the exact
    appearance that is desired [we have placed a couple of JayLo(tm)
    models on back-order -B:.B:.].  The same goes for women, who can have
    one or several totally submissive biological robot men.

    The machine that generates the robots gives the entity that it creates
    the exact physical appearance and specialization required.  There are
    several types of ideal women and men in terms of shape and
    physiognomy, but the height, measurements, shape of the face, and so
    on, can be modified as one wishes.  One can even submit the picture of
    someone particularly admired or loved on earth, for example, and the
    machine will produce an exact replica.  Thus the relationships between
    eternals of both sexes are much more fraternal and respectful, and the
    unions between them are marvelously pure and high.

    Because of the extraordinary level of open-mindedness of those
    admitted here, there is never any problem between them.  The majority
    spends almost all of their time meditating, doing scientific research,
    making inventions and artistic compositions, and creating all sorts of
    things.  We can live in different cities with multiple architectural
    styles in greatly varied sites that we can modify at will.  People
    fulfil themselves as they wish, only doing what they like to do.

    Some find pleasure in doing scientific experiments, others in playing
    music, others in creating ever more amazing animals, and others in
    meditating or doing nothing other than making love while enjoying the
    numerous pleasures of this heavenly environment, drinking from the
    innumerable fountains and eating the juicy fruits that grow all over
    the place at all times.  Here there is no winter; we all live in a
    region comparable to your equator, but as we can scientifically
    control the climate, it is always fine weather and not too hot.  We
    make the rain fall during the night when and where we wish.  All this,
    and many other things, which you could not understand all at once,
    makes this world a true paradise.  Here everyone is free and totally
    safe, for all deserve that liberty.

    All things that bring pleasure are positive, as long as that pleasure
    is not harmful to anyone in any way.  This is why all sensual pleasure
    is positive, for sensuality is always an opening up to the outside
    world, and all such opening is good.  On earth, you are only just
    emerging from all those primitive taboos that tried to make anything
    to do with sex or nudity appear evil, whereas nothing could possibly
    be purer.

    Nothing is more disappointing for your creators than to hear people
    say that nudity is bad: nudity, the image of what we have made.  As
    you can see, almost everyone is naked here; and those dressed in
    clothes wear them either because they are works of art given to them
    by other eternals who made them with their own hands, or for elegance
    and decoration.

    When people from earth are admitted to this world of the eternals,
    they start out by receiving some chemical education so that nothing
    surprises them, and they have a good understanding of where they are
    and why.

    [to be continued...]

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  4. admin says:

    "Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D." <brotherblu…@hotmail.com> wrote in message
    news:2eddbb8b.0304241325.5042c827@posting.google.com…

    > In addition, men who wish to have one or more companions outside the
    > relationships of equality which exist between eternal men and women,
    > or who do not want to live with a woman on an equal basis, may have
    > one or more totally submissive biological robot women with the exact
    > appearance that is desired [we have placed a couple of JayLo(tm)
    > models on back-order -B:.B:.].

    "Back"-order.  Now that’s funny.

    *singing "Baby Got Back"*

    > The same goes for women, who can have
    > one or several totally submissive biological robot men.

    Living here in Minnesota might make that proposition a wee bit difficult.
    Have you ever seen what happens when you stick your tongue to ice-cold
    metal?

    Melinda

  5. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304241325.5042c827@posting.google.com>…

    > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Thread 420 – continued
    ======================

    [We now pick up the thread, right where we left off last time]

    My guide, Yahweh, paused for a moment, and then said, "You are now
    sitting directly opposite the man who, 2000 years ago, was given the
    responsibility of creating a movement to spread more widely the
    message we had left originally to the people of Israel – a message
    which would enable you to be understood now.  I am referring to Jesus,
    whom we were able to recreate from a cell that we had reserved before
    his crucifixion."

    The handsome, bearded, young man seated opposite offered me a smile
    full of fraternity.

    "To his right is Moses, to his left Elijah, and to the left of Elijah
    sits the one remembered on earth by the name of Buddha.  A little
    farther on you can see Muhammad, in whose writings I am called Allah,
    because out of respect they did not dare call me by name.  The forty
    men and women present at this meal are all representatives of the
    religions created after our contacts on earth."

    All those present looked at me with expressions that were very
    friendly and amused, probably because they were remembering their own
    surprise upon arriving in this world.

    My guide continued, "Now I will show you some of our installations."
    He rose and I followed him.  He invited me to put on a very wide belt
    bearing a huge buckle.  He and his two friends had buckled on the same
    kind of adornment.  Immediately I felt myself being lifted up from the
    ground and carried about 20 meters above the ground, and moving more
    slowly.  We passed through galleries with metallic walls and arrived
    in a vast hall, in the center of which was an enormous machine
    surrounded by about 10 robots recognizable by the ornaments on their
    foreheads.  There we landed on the ground again, and took off our
    belts.

    Yahweh then spoke: "Here is the machine that makes biological robots."

    "We are going to create one of them for you."

    He made a sign to one of the robots located near the machine, and the
    robot touched certain parts of it.  Then he made a sign for me to move
    close to a window measuring about two meters by about one meter.  In a
    BLUISH liquid I then saw the form of a human skeleton vaguely taking
    shape.  Its form grew cleared, finally becoming a real skeleton.  Then
    some nerves took shape and formed over the bones., then some muscles,
    and finally some skin and hair.  A splendid athelete was now lying
    there in a position where moments earlier there had been nothing.

    Yahweh spoke again: "Remember in the Old Testament this description in
    Ezekiel, Chapter 37: ‘Son of man, can these bones live? … There was
    a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to
    his bone.  And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up
    upon them, and the skin covered them above … and the breath came
    into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding
    great army.’  The description that you will give of this will
    certainly be similar to Ezekiel’s – apart from the noise, which we
    have been able to eliminate."

    Indeed, what I had seen corresponded perfectly to Ezekiel’s
    description.  Following this, the prostrate figure had slid to the
    left and disappeared from my sight.  Then a trap door opened, and I
    saw the creature whose rapid creation I had witnessed, lying on a very
    white fabric.

    He was immobile, but suddenly he opened his eyes, got up, came down
    the few steps that separated him from our level and, after exchanging
    a few words with another robot, came up to me.  He gave me his hand,
    which I shook, and I felt his skin soft and warm.

    [to be continued...]

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  6. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) writes:

    > In addition, men who wish to have one or more companions outside the
    > relationships of equality which exist between eternal men and women,
    > or who do not want to live with a woman on an equal basis, may have
    > one or more totally submissive biological robot women with the exact
    > appearance that is desired [we have placed a couple of JayLo(tm)
    > models on back-order -B:.B:.].  The same goes for women, who can have
    > one or several totally submissive biological robot men.

    This hardly seems fair to the rump riders and rug munchers among the
    Eternals.  I do hope you have Elton John and Melissa Ethridge models
    available for those Eternals who really want to "unite freely just as
    they wish."  Plus, rockin’ robots would be immeasurably better than
    Eternal MP3 players.


    http://home.teleport.com/~larryc

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    Larry Caldwell <lar…@teleport.com> wrote in message <news:MPG.1914d592e04132598aa9d@news.earthlink.net>…
    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) writes:

    > > In addition, men who wish to have one or more companions outside the
    > > relationships of equality which exist between eternal men and women,
    > > or who do not want to live with a woman on an equal basis, may have
    > > one or more totally submissive biological robot women with the exact
    > > appearance that is desired [we have placed a couple of JayLo(tm)
    > > models on back-order -B:.B:.].  The same goes for women, who can have
    > > one or several totally submissive biological robot men.

    > This hardly seems fair to the rump riders and rug munchers among the
    > Eternals.  I do hope you have Elton John and Melissa Ethridge models
    > available for those Eternals who really want to "unite freely just as
    > they wish."  Plus, rockin’ robots would be immeasurably better than
    > Eternal MP3 players.

    The Eternals were unfortunately not available for comment on this
    perplexing aspect of our various Terran Celebration-o-Diversity
    Festivals so I left Them a voicemail and hope to hear back from Them
    real soon now.

    But unfortunately it’s all become even more complex than just that.  A
    friend sent me a link today for some place called BeliefNet.com where
    I just learned about ANOTHER Master:

    ::: Biography of Thich Nhat Hanh :::

    Thich Nhat Hanh was born in central Vietnam in the mid-1920s and at
    age 16 became a monk. During the Vietnam War, he and many of his
    fellow monks became actively engaged in helping war victims and
    speaking out for peace. In 1966, he was invited to the U.S., where he
    met with hundreds of groups and individuals, including Secretary of
    Defense Robert McNamara, Martin Luther King Jr., Thomas Merton, and
    Daniel Berrigan. In 1967, Dr. King nominated him for the Nobel Peace
    Prize. As a result of his outspokenness, Thich Nhat Hanh was unable to
    return to Vietnam, and requested and received asylum in France. In
    1982, he founded Plum Village, a monastic retreat community near
    Bordeaux, where he resides when not on tour. He has written more than
    a dozen books, including "Being Peace," "Living Buddha, Living
    Christ," and "The Miracle of Mindfulness."
                                   -=oOo=-

    Now I’m way confused and stuff because I started to wonder, "Hmmm …
    I wonder if Master Thich Nhat Hanh can beat the shit out of Master
    Rael?"

    I mean, Master Rael was calling Himself, the Messenger of Messengers
    and the Prophet of Prophets plus he says that Jesus and the Buddha and
    stuff came to prepare the way for Him so that other people would hear
    His Message.

    And, I mean, that’s really kewl and stuff but I don’t think Master
    Rael has ever sat down and chatted it up with the US SedDef or MLK,
    like Master Hanh has.

    Plus, I can’t say for sure or anything, but now I can’t help but
    wonder if EITHER of them like Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd.

    See what I mean?

    It all gets pretty GODDAM confusing after a while!

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:.
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

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    "Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D." <brotherblu…@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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    > Larry Caldwell <lar…@teleport.com> wrote in message

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    > > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) writes:

    > > > In addition, men who wish to have one or more companions outside the
    > > > relationships of equality which exist between eternal men and women,
    > > > or who do not want to live with a woman on an equal basis, may have
    > > > one or more totally submissive biological robot women with the exact
    > > > appearance that is desired [we have placed a couple of JayLo(tm)
    > > > models on back-order -B:.B:.].  The same goes for women, who can have
    > > > one or several totally submissive biological robot men.

    > > This hardly seems fair to the rump riders and rug munchers among the
    > > Eternals.  I do hope you have Elton John and Melissa Ethridge models
    > > available for those Eternals who really want to "unite freely just as
    > > they wish."  Plus, rockin’ robots would be immeasurably better than
    > > Eternal MP3 players.

    > The Eternals were unfortunately not available for comment on this
    > perplexing aspect of our various Terran Celebration-o-Diversity
    > Festivals so I left Them a voicemail and hope to hear back from Them
    > real soon now.

    > But unfortunately it’s all become even more complex than just that.  A
    > friend sent me a link today for some place called BeliefNet.com where
    > I just learned about ANOTHER Master:

    > ::: Biography of Thich Nhat Hanh :::

    Gesundheit.

    Jim

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    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304091639.2b5ac503@posting.google.com>…
    > > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…
    > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Thread 420 – continued
    ======================

    My guide, Yahweh, paused for a moment, and then said, "You are now
    sitting directly opposite the man who, 2000 years ago, was given the
    responsibility of creating a movement to spread more widely the
    message we had left originally to the people of Israel – a message
    which would enable you to be understood now.  I am referring to Jesus,
    whom we were able to recreate from a cell that we had reserved before
    his crucifixion."

    The handsome, bearded, young man seated opposite offered me a smile
    full of fraternity.

    "To his right is Moses, to his left Elijah, and to the left of Elijah
    sits the one remembered on earth by the name of Buddha.  A little
    farther on you can see Muhammad, in whose writings I am called Allah,
    because out of respect they did not dare call me by name.  The forty
    men and women present at this meal are all representatives of the
    religions created after our contacts on earth."

    All those present looked at me with expressions that were very
    friendly and amused, probably because they were remembering their own
    surprise upon arriving in this world.

    My guide continued, "Now I will show you some of our installations."
    He rose and I followed him.  He invited me to put on a very wide belt
    bearing a huge buckle.  He and his two friends had buckled on the same
    kind of adornment.  Immediately I felt myself being lifted up from the
    ground and carried about 20 meters above the ground, and moving more
    slowly.  We passed through galleries with metallic walls and arrived
    in a vast hall, in the center of which was an enormous machine
    surrounded by about 10 robots recognizable by the ornaments on their
    foreheads.  There we landed on the ground again, and took off our
    belts.

    Yahweh then spoke: "Here is the machine that makes biological robots."

    "We are going to create one of them for you."

    He made a sign to one of the robots located near the machine, and the
    robot touched certain parts of it.  Then he made a sign for me to move
    close to a window measuring about two meters by about one meter.  In a
    BLUISH liquid I then saw the form of a human skeleton vaguely taking
    shape.  Its form grew cleared, finally becoming a real skeleton.  Then
    some nerves took shape and formed over the bones., then some muscles,
    and finally some skin and hair.  A splendid athelete was now lying
    there in a position where moments earlier there had been nothing.

    Yahweh spoke again: "Remember in the Old Testament this description in
    Ezekiel, Chapter 37: ‘Son of man, can these bones live? … There was
    a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to
    his bone.  And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up
    upon them, and the skin covered them above … and the breath came
    into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding
    great army.’  The description that you will give of this will
    certainly be similar to Ezekiel’s – apart from the noise, which we
    have been able to eliminate."

    Indeed, what I had seen corresponded perfectly to Ezekiel’s
    description.  Following this, the prostrate figure had slid to the
    left and disappeared from my sight.  Then a trap door opened, and I
    saw the creature whose rapid creation I had witnessed, lying on a very
    white fabric.

    He was immobile, but suddenly he opened his eyes, got up, came down
    the few steps that separated him from our level and, after exchanging
    a few words with another robot, came up to me.  He gave me his hand,
    which I shook, and I felt his skin soft and warm.

    [to be continued...]

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  10. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…

    > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    Thread 420 Continued
    ====================

    Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    time…]

    "Do you have a picture of a loved one with you?" Yahweh asked.

    "Yes," I answered.  "I have a picture of my mother in my wallet which
    I left in my clothes."

    He showed it to me, asking if it was the right one.  When I agreed
    that it was, he gave it to one of the robots, who inserted it into the
    machine and touched parts of it.  Through the window I witnessed yet
    another creation of a living being.  Then, as the skin started to
    cover the flesh, I realized what was happening: they were making an
    exact replica of my mother from the picture I had provided … Indeed,
    a few moments later I was able to kiss my mother, or rather the image
    of my mother as she had been ten years before, for the picture I had
    provided had been taken about ten years previously.

    Yahweh then said to me, "Now allow us to make a very small puncture in
    your forehead."

    One of the robots came towards me, and with the help of a small device
    similar to a syringe, pricked my forehead so lightly that I hardly
    felt it.

    Then he inserted the syringe in the enormous machine and touched other
    parts of it.  Again an entity was formed before my eyes.  As the skin
    covered the flesh, I saw another "me" take shape, little by little.
    Indeed, the being that emerged from the machine was an exact replica
    of myself.

    "As you can see," Yahweh told me, "this other you is not wearing the
    small stone on his forehead that is characteristic of the robots and
    which the replica of your mother also had.

    "From a photo we can only make a replica of the physical body, with no
    psychological personality or almost none, whereas from a sample cell
    like the one we took from between your eyes we can create a total
    replication of the individual whose cell we took, complete with the
    memory, personality and character.  We could now send the other you
    back to earth and people would not notice a thing.  But we are going
    to destroy this replica immediately, for it is of no use to us.

    "At this moment there are two of you who are listening to me, and the
    personalities of these two beings are beginning to be different,
    because you know that you are going to live and he is going to be
    destroyed.  But that does not bother him, since he knows he is nothing
    but yourself.  This is more proof, if proof is needed, of the
    non-existence of the soul – or a purely spiritual entity unique to
    each body – in which certain primitive people believe."

    After that we left the room that housed the enormous machine, and
    through a corridor we entered another room containing other equipment.

    We approached another machine.

    "In this machine are kept the cells of malevolent people who will be
    recreated to be judged when the time comes.  They are cells from those
    on earth who preached violence, wickedness, aggressiveness and
    obscurantism.  Despite having in their possession all the elements to
    understand where they came from, these people did not have the sense
    to recognize the truth.  They will be recreated to undergo the
    punishment they deserve after being judged by those whom they made to
    suffer or by their ancestors or descendants.

    "You now fully deserve a rest.  This robot will be your guide and will
    provide you with anything you desire until tomorrow morning.  We will
    then have a few more words to say to you, and afterwards we will
    accompany you back to earth.  Between now and then you will have a
    foretaste of what awaits you when your mission is completed on your
    planet."

    The next moment a robot approached and saluted me respectfully.  He
    was tall, athletic looking, dark, beardless and very handsome.

    [To be continued...]

                                   -=oOo=-
    Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    which the Master Rael is blessed with some phenomenally fine-assed
    chicks and treated to a most delightful night of bliss.  -B:.B:.
                                   -=oOo=-

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

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    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0304041521.11e595da@posting.google.com>…
    > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > Thread 420 Continued
    > ====================

    > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > time…]

    > "Do you have a picture of a loved one with you?" Yahweh asked.

    > "Yes," I answered.  "I have a picture of my mother in my wallet which
    > I left in my clothes."

    > He showed it to me, asking if it was the right one.  When I agreed
    > that it was, he gave it to one of the robots, who inserted it into the
    > machine and touched parts of it.  Through the window I witnessed yet
    > another creation of a living being.  Then, as the skin started to
    > cover the flesh, I realized what was happening: they were making an
    > exact replica of my mother from the picture I had provided … Indeed,
    > a few moments later I was able to kiss my mother, or rather the image
    > of my mother as she had been ten years before, for the picture I had
    > provided had been taken about ten years previously.

    > Yahweh then said to me, "Now allow us to make a very small puncture in
    > your forehead."

    > One of the robots came towards me, and with the help of a small device
    > similar to a syringe, pricked my forehead so lightly that I hardly
    > felt it.

    > Then he inserted the syringe in the enormous machine and touched other
    > parts of it.  Again an entity was formed before my eyes.  As the skin
    > covered the flesh, I saw another "me" take shape, little by little.
    > Indeed, the being that emerged from the machine was an exact replica
    > of myself.

    > "As you can see," Yahweh told me, "this other you is not wearing the
    > small stone on his forehead that is characteristic of the robots and
    > which the replica of your mother also had.

    > "From a photo we can only make a replica of the physical body, with no
    > psychological personality or almost none, whereas from a sample cell
    > like the one we took from between your eyes we can create a total
    > replication of the individual whose cell we took, complete with the
    > memory, personality and character.  We could now send the other you
    > back to earth and people would not notice a thing.  But we are going
    > to destroy this replica immediately, for it is of no use to us.

    > "At this moment there are two of you who are listening to me, and the
    > personalities of these two beings are beginning to be different,
    > because you know that you are going to live and he is going to be
    > destroyed.  But that does not bother him, since he knows he is nothing
    > but yourself.  This is more proof, if proof is needed, of the
    > non-existence of the soul – or a purely spiritual entity unique to
    > each body – in which certain primitive people believe."

    > After that we left the room that housed the enormous machine, and
    > through a corridor we entered another room containing other equipment.

    > We approached another machine.

    > "In this machine are kept the cells of malevolent people who will be
    > recreated to be judged when the time comes.  They are cells from those
    > on earth who preached violence, wickedness, aggressiveness and
    > obscurantism.  Despite having in their possession all the elements to
    > understand where they came from, these people did not have the sense
    > to recognize the truth.  They will be recreated to undergo the
    > punishment they deserve after being judged by those whom they made to
    > suffer or by their ancestors or descendants.

    > "You now fully deserve a rest.  This robot will be your guide and will
    > provide you with anything you desire until tomorrow morning.  We will
    > then have a few more words to say to you, and afterwards we will
    > accompany you back to earth.  Between now and then you will have a
    > foretaste of what awaits you when your mission is completed on your
    > planet."

    > The next moment a robot approached and saluted me respectfully.  He
    > was tall, athletic looking, dark, beardless and very handsome.

    > [To be continued...]

    >                                -=oOo=-
    > Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    > which the Master Rael is blessed with some phenomenally fine-assed
    > chicks and treated to a most delightful night of bliss.  -B:.B:.
    >                                -=oOo=-

    > Another fine post by:

    > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

    Yahweh? Hardly… this is not my conception of that god at all.

    In fact this is kind of like what I see him as fighting or rebeling
    against. Yes, I see god as a kind of a rebel, hah… he doesn’t want
    to totally redo things and he does not want to be a tyrant, so he is
    a rebel. Besides, there are different levels on which god can be talked
    about, different levels that mankind can see him at I guess you could
    say, and maybe he has more power and influence on some and less on others…
    by choice, or by obscuration or seperation, or whatever.

    I love this quotation from the OT. It is from Isaiah:

    "63:5 I looked, but there was no one to help,
    And I wondered That there was no one to uphold;
    Therefore My own arm brought salvation for Me;
    And My own fury, it sustained Me."

    doing the thing you think is the right thing *on your own*, with
    no one there to support you, and making it through despite all that…
    this IMHO is an admirable thing to do. And fury… that is passion and
    strength.

    I don’t know who it is that Rael met, but it doesn’t sound to me
    like the being that is quoted or written about above in Isaiah.

    Lisa Agnes Gardner

  12. admin says:

    > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > Thread 420 Continued
    > ====================

    Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    time…

    ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    The robot asked me if I wanted to see my room, and after I agreed, he
    handed me one of the belts used for travelling.  I found myself being
    transported above the ground again, and when I landed once more I
    found myself in front of a house that looked more like a scallop shell
    than a residence.

    The interior was entirely carpeted with shaggy furs, and there was a
    huge bed, at least as big as four earth beds, looking as if it had
    been sunk into the ground.  It was trecognisable only by the different
    coloured furs covering it [kinda like Austin Powers’ bed, only
    different. -B:.B:.].

    In one corner of the room there was a massive sunken bathtub as big as
    a swimming pool surrounded by vegetation of marvelous shapes and
    colours.

    "Would you like some female companions?" asked the robot.  "Come, you
    can make your own choice."

    I put my belt on again and found myself transported back in front of
    the machine used for making robots.  A luminous cube appeared in front
    of me.

    I was shown to an armchair facing the cube and given a helmet.  When I
    had settled down, a magnificent young brunette with marvelously
    harmonious proportions appeared three-dimensionally within the
    luminous cube.

    She moved in such a way as to show herself off, and had she not been
    in a cube floating one meter above the ground, I would have thought
    she was real.

    My robot asked me whether she pleased me and if I wished to have her
    shape altered or her face modified.  I told him that I considered her
    perfect.

    He replied that aesthetically speaking she was the ideal woman, or
    rather one of the three types of ideal woman as defined by the
    computer according to the taste of the majority of residents on that
    planet.  But I could ask for any modification that I desired.

    At my refusal to change anything whatsoever about that magnificent
    creature, a second woman, this time blonde and alluring, appeared in
    the luminous cube.  She was different but just as perfect as the first
    one.  With her I could not find anything to alter either.

    Finally, a third young female, this one a redhead more sensual than
    the first two, appeared in the strange cube.

    The robot asked me if I cared to see other models, or if these three
    ideal types of my race would be enough for me.
    I answered quite naturally that I thought these three people were
    extraordinary.

    At that moment, a magnificent black woman appeared in the cube, then a
    very fine, slender Chinese female, and then finally another voluptuous
    young Asian woman.

    The robot asked me which person I desired to have as a companion.

    Since I answered they all pleased me, he went towards the robot making
    machine and spoke for a moment with one of his peers.  Then the
    machine was set in motion and I understood what was about to happen.

    A few minutes later I was back at my residence with my six companions.

    There I had the most unforgettable bath that I have ever had, in the
    company of those charming robots, totally submissive to all of my
    desires.

    BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

    [To be continued...]

                                    -=oOo=-
    Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    which the Master Rael is blessed with some massively kewl devices
    which enable him to create music and movies and stuff just from
    thought! -B:.B:.
                                    -=oOo=-

    Another fine post by:

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
     Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
     http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

  13. admin says:

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    > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > ====================

    > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > time…

    > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    > The robot asked me if I wanted to see my room, and after I agreed, he
    > handed me one of the belts used for travelling.  I found myself being
    > transported above the ground again, and when I landed once more I
    > found myself in front of a house that looked more like a scallop shell
    > than a residence.

    > The interior was entirely carpeted with shaggy furs, and there was a
    > huge bed, at least as big as four earth beds, looking as if it had
    > been sunk into the ground.  It was trecognisable only by the different
    > coloured furs covering it [kinda like Austin Powers’ bed, only
    > different. -B:.B:.].

    > In one corner of the room there was a massive sunken bathtub as big as
    > a swimming pool surrounded by vegetation of marvelous shapes and
    > colours.

    > "Would you like some female companions?" asked the robot.  "Come, you
    > can make your own choice."

    > I put my belt on again and found myself transported back in front of
    > the machine used for making robots.  A luminous cube appeared in front
    > of me.

    > I was shown to an armchair facing the cube and given a helmet.  When I
    > had settled down, a magnificent young brunette with marvelously
    > harmonious proportions appeared three-dimensionally within the
    > luminous cube.

    > She moved in such a way as to show herself off, and had she not been
    > in a cube floating one meter above the ground, I would have thought
    > she was real.

    > My robot asked me whether she pleased me and if I wished to have her
    > shape altered or her face modified.  I told him that I considered her
    > perfect.

    > He replied that aesthetically speaking she was the ideal woman, or
    > rather one of the three types of ideal woman as defined by the
    > computer according to the taste of the majority of residents on that
    > planet.  But I could ask for any modification that I desired.

    > At my refusal to change anything whatsoever about that magnificent
    > creature, a second woman, this time blonde and alluring, appeared in
    > the luminous cube.  She was different but just as perfect as the first
    > one.  With her I could not find anything to alter either.

    > Finally, a third young female, this one a redhead more sensual than
    > the first two, appeared in the strange cube.

    > The robot asked me if I cared to see other models, or if these three
    > ideal types of my race would be enough for me.
    > I answered quite naturally that I thought these three people were
    > extraordinary.

    > At that moment, a magnificent black woman appeared in the cube, then a
    > very fine, slender Chinese female, and then finally another voluptuous
    > young Asian woman.

    > The robot asked me which person I desired to have as a companion.

    > Since I answered they all pleased me, he went towards the robot making
    > machine and spoke for a moment with one of his peers.  Then the
    > machine was set in motion and I understood what was about to happen.

    > A few minutes later I was back at my residence with my six companions.

    > There I had the most unforgettable bath that I have ever had, in the
    > company of those charming robots, totally submissive to all of my
    > desires.

    > BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

    > [To be continued...]

    >                                 -=oOo=-
    > Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    > which the Master Rael is blessed with some massively kewl devices
    > which enable him to create music and movies and stuff just from
    > thought! -B:.B:.
    >                                 -=oOo=-

    > Another fine post by:

    > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

    Whoa! The stepford wives.

    Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    thinking woman?

    Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    Lisa Agnes Gardner

  14. admin says:

    On 20 May 2003 08:14:29 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa
    Gardner) wrote in alt.fan.art-bell:

    >Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    >thinking woman?

    Yes, there is, and it rhymes with "extremely rare".

    V.G.
    "THis was is easy ——————– NONE"  
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    (This sig file contains not less than 80% recycled SPAM)

    Sarcasm is my sword, Apathy is my shield.

  15. admin says:

    On 20 May 2003 08:14:29 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa

    Gardner) wrote:
    >Whoa! The stepford wives.

    >Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    >thinking woman?

    Yeah, but big fatties like you don’t count, LeashHer.


    Pete Charest
    Truth TerroristĀ©
    If you’re not insulted, then you’re not a kook.

  16. admin says:

    lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa Gardner) wrote in message <news:568d85bc.0305200714.50e3ae7c@posting.google.com>…
    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0305151341.4b3af695@posting.google.com>…
    > > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > > ====================

    > > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > > time…

    > > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    [etc.]

    > Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > thinking woman?

    Youbetcha.  Why not gimme a call sometime, Lisa?  I’m down in San
    Diego and I think I heard you were up around the LA area somewhere.

    > Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    .          +———————-+
    .          | http://www.rael.org/ |
    .          +———————-+

    believe(it).OR. .NOT. exist(belif(I));

    -Brother Blue, B:.B:., (oYo)
     SublimeLodge of the Pink Titties

  17. admin says:

    "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote in message

    news:568d85bc.0305200714.50e3ae7c@posting.google.com…
    > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message

    <news:2eddbb8b.0305151341.4b3af695@posting.google.com>…

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    > > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > > ====================

    > > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > > time…

    > > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    > > The robot asked me if I wanted to see my room, and after I agreed, he
    > > handed me one of the belts used for travelling.  I found myself being
    > > transported above the ground again, and when I landed once more I
    > > found myself in front of a house that looked more like a scallop shell
    > > than a residence.

    > > The interior was entirely carpeted with shaggy furs, and there was a
    > > huge bed, at least as big as four earth beds, looking as if it had
    > > been sunk into the ground.  It was trecognisable only by the different
    > > coloured furs covering it [kinda like Austin Powers’ bed, only
    > > different. -B:.B:.].

    > > In one corner of the room there was a massive sunken bathtub as big as
    > > a swimming pool surrounded by vegetation of marvelous shapes and
    > > colours.

    > > "Would you like some female companions?" asked the robot.  "Come, you
    > > can make your own choice."

    > > I put my belt on again and found myself transported back in front of
    > > the machine used for making robots.  A luminous cube appeared in front
    > > of me.

    > > I was shown to an armchair facing the cube and given a helmet.  When I
    > > had settled down, a magnificent young brunette with marvelously
    > > harmonious proportions appeared three-dimensionally within the
    > > luminous cube.

    > > She moved in such a way as to show herself off, and had she not been
    > > in a cube floating one meter above the ground, I would have thought
    > > she was real.

    > > My robot asked me whether she pleased me and if I wished to have her
    > > shape altered or her face modified.  I told him that I considered her
    > > perfect.

    > > He replied that aesthetically speaking she was the ideal woman, or
    > > rather one of the three types of ideal woman as defined by the
    > > computer according to the taste of the majority of residents on that
    > > planet.  But I could ask for any modification that I desired.

    > > At my refusal to change anything whatsoever about that magnificent
    > > creature, a second woman, this time blonde and alluring, appeared in
    > > the luminous cube.  She was different but just as perfect as the first
    > > one.  With her I could not find anything to alter either.

    > > Finally, a third young female, this one a redhead more sensual than
    > > the first two, appeared in the strange cube.

    > > The robot asked me if I cared to see other models, or if these three
    > > ideal types of my race would be enough for me.
    > > I answered quite naturally that I thought these three people were
    > > extraordinary.

    > > At that moment, a magnificent black woman appeared in the cube, then a
    > > very fine, slender Chinese female, and then finally another voluptuous
    > > young Asian woman.

    > > The robot asked me which person I desired to have as a companion.

    > > Since I answered they all pleased me, he went towards the robot making
    > > machine and spoke for a moment with one of his peers.  Then the
    > > machine was set in motion and I understood what was about to happen.

    > > A few minutes later I was back at my residence with my six companions.

    > > There I had the most unforgettable bath that I have ever had, in the
    > > company of those charming robots, totally submissive to all of my
    > > desires.

    > > BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

    > > [To be continued...]

    > >                                 -=oOo=-
    > > Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    > > which the Master Rael is blessed with some massively kewl devices
    > > which enable him to create music and movies and stuff just from
    > > thought! -B:.B:.
    > >                                 -=oOo=-

    > > Another fine post by:

    > > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    > >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    > >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

    > Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > thinking woman?

    > Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    > Lisa Agnes Gardner

    Open yer legs…

  18. admin says:

    "John Griffin" <thathillbi…@yahoo.com> wrote in message

    news:baeouc$ssht2$1@ID-185531.news.dfncis.de…

    > "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote in message

    > > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    > Open yer legs…

    I thought the line was "show us your tits".  I could be wrong, of course…

    Melinda

  19. admin says:

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    "John Griffin" <thathillbi…@yahoo.com> wrote in message <news:baeouc$ssht2$1@ID-185531.news.dfncis.de>…
    > "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote in message
    > news:568d85bc.0305200714.50e3ae7c@posting.google.com…
    > > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message
    >  <news:2eddbb8b.0305151341.4b3af695@posting.google.com>…
    > > > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > > > ====================

    > > > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > > > time…

    > > > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    > > > The robot asked me if I wanted to see my room, and after I agreed, he
    > > > handed me one of the belts used for travelling.  I found myself being
    > > > transported above the ground again, and when I landed once more I
    > > > found myself in front of a house that looked more like a scallop shell
    > > > than a residence.

    > > > The interior was entirely carpeted with shaggy furs, and there was a
    > > > huge bed, at least as big as four earth beds, looking as if it had
    > > > been sunk into the ground.  It was trecognisable only by the different
    > > > coloured furs covering it [kinda like Austin Powers’ bed, only
    > > > different. -B:.B:.].

    > > > In one corner of the room there was a massive sunken bathtub as big as
    > > > a swimming pool surrounded by vegetation of marvelous shapes and
    > > > colours.

    > > > "Would you like some female companions?" asked the robot.  "Come, you
    > > > can make your own choice."

    > > > I put my belt on again and found myself transported back in front of
    > > > the machine used for making robots.  A luminous cube appeared in front
    > > > of me.

    > > > I was shown to an armchair facing the cube and given a helmet.  When I
    > > > had settled down, a magnificent young brunette with marvelously
    > > > harmonious proportions appeared three-dimensionally within the
    > > > luminous cube.

    > > > She moved in such a way as to show herself off, and had she not been
    > > > in a cube floating one meter above the ground, I would have thought
    > > > she was real.

    > > > My robot asked me whether she pleased me and if I wished to have her
    > > > shape altered or her face modified.  I told him that I considered her
    > > > perfect.

    > > > He replied that aesthetically speaking she was the ideal woman, or
    > > > rather one of the three types of ideal woman as defined by the
    > > > computer according to the taste of the majority of residents on that
    > > > planet.  But I could ask for any modification that I desired.

    > > > At my refusal to change anything whatsoever about that magnificent
    > > > creature, a second woman, this time blonde and alluring, appeared in
    > > > the luminous cube.  She was different but just as perfect as the first
    > > > one.  With her I could not find anything to alter either.

    > > > Finally, a third young female, this one a redhead more sensual than
    > > > the first two, appeared in the strange cube.

    > > > The robot asked me if I cared to see other models, or if these three
    > > > ideal types of my race would be enough for me.
    > > > I answered quite naturally that I thought these three people were
    > > > extraordinary.

    > > > At that moment, a magnificent black woman appeared in the cube, then a
    > > > very fine, slender Chinese female, and then finally another voluptuous
    > > > young Asian woman.

    > > > The robot asked me which person I desired to have as a companion.

    > > > Since I answered they all pleased me, he went towards the robot making
    > > > machine and spoke for a moment with one of his peers.  Then the
    > > > machine was set in motion and I understood what was about to happen.

    > > > A few minutes later I was back at my residence with my six companions.

    > > > There I had the most unforgettable bath that I have ever had, in the
    > > > company of those charming robots, totally submissive to all of my
    > > > desires.

    > > > BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

    > > > [To be continued...]

    > > >                                 -=oOo=-
    > > > Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    > > > which the Master Rael is blessed with some massively kewl devices
    > > > which enable him to create music and movies and stuff just from
    > > > thought! -B:.B:.
    > > >                                 -=oOo=-

    > > > Another fine post by:

    > > > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    > > >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    > > >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

    > > Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > > Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > > thinking woman?

    > > Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    > > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    > > Lisa Agnes Gardner

    > Open yer legs…

    Go get yourself a robot woman and she’ll look good and you won’t
    have to worry about the black eyes you’ll get from me if you come
    near me, guy.

    Lisa Agnes Gardner

  20. admin says:

    Pete Charest <pchares…@spamspringmind.com> wrote in message <news:6d5lcvklcm0gqg00sqh469ihpjciqb0kup@4ax.com>…
    > On 20 May 2003 08:14:29 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa
    > Gardner) wrote:

    > >Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > >Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > >thinking woman?

    > Yeah, but big fatties like you don’t count, LeashHer.

    I keep waiting for someone to give a shit that these ops
    entail beating the shit out of me and trying to destroy my life,
    but no one seems to think that is important or matters, Pete.

    Why is this?

    In my opinion this country is up shit creek if it allows its intell
    agencies to do shit like this.

    I am an innocent person. This doesn’t seem to count for much;
    beating the shit out of me *works*, and it is what is done by
    intell. Why?

    Lisa Agnes Gardner

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    > —
    > Pete Charest
    > Truth TerroristĀ©
    > If you’re not insulted, then you’re not a kook.

  21. admin says:

    brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0305201728.4f458b21@posting.google.com>…

    - Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -

    > lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa Gardner) wrote in message <news:568d85bc.0305200714.50e3ae7c@posting.google.com>…
    > > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message <news:2eddbb8b.0305151341.4b3af695@posting.google.com>…
    > > > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > > > ====================

    > > > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > > > time…

    > > > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    > [etc.]

    > > Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > > Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > > thinking woman?

    > Youbetcha.  Why not gimme a call sometime, Lisa?  

    I might do that.

    > I’m down in San
    > Diego and I think I heard you were up around the LA area somewhere.

    I am in monterey.

    Lisa Agnes Gardner

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    > > Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    > > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    > .          +———————-+
    > .          | http://www.rael.org/ |
    > .          +———————-+

    > believe(it).OR. .NOT. exist(belif(I));

    > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., (oYo)
    >  SublimeLodge of the Pink Titties

  22. admin says:

    "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote

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    > "John Griffin" <thathillbi…@yahoo.com> wrote
    > > "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote in message
    > > news:568d85bc.0305200714.50e3ae7c@posting.google.com…
    > > > brotherblu…@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in
    message
    > >  <news:2eddbb8b.0305151341.4b3af695@posting.google.com>…
    > > > > > > -=:::[  Thread 420  ]:::=-

    > > > > > >   "A Non-Prime Number of Certain Herbal Significance"

    > > > > > Thread 420 Continued
    > > > > > ====================

    > > > > Once again, we pick up this thread from right where we left off last
    > > > > time…

    > > > > ::: A Foretaste of Paradise :::

    > > > > The robot asked me if I wanted to see my room, and after I agreed,
    he
    > > > > handed me one of the belts used for travelling.  I found myself
    being
    > > > > transported above the ground again, and when I landed once more I
    > > > > found myself in front of a house that looked more like a scallop
    shell
    > > > > than a residence.

    > > > > The interior was entirely carpeted with shaggy furs, and there was a
    > > > > huge bed, at least as big as four earth beds, looking as if it had
    > > > > been sunk into the ground.  It was trecognisable only by the
    different
    > > > > coloured furs covering it [kinda like Austin Powers’ bed, only
    > > > > different. -B:.B:.].

    > > > > In one corner of the room there was a massive sunken bathtub as big
    as
    > > > > a swimming pool surrounded by vegetation of marvelous shapes and
    > > > > colours.

    > > > > "Would you like some female companions?" asked the robot.  "Come,
    you
    > > > > can make your own choice."

    > > > > I put my belt on again and found myself transported back in front of
    > > > > the machine used for making robots.  A luminous cube appeared in
    front
    > > > > of me.

    > > > > I was shown to an armchair facing the cube and given a helmet.  When
    I
    > > > > had settled down, a magnificent young brunette with marvelously
    > > > > harmonious proportions appeared three-dimensionally within the
    > > > > luminous cube.

    > > > > She moved in such a way as to show herself off, and had she not been
    > > > > in a cube floating one meter above the ground, I would have thought
    > > > > she was real.

    > > > > My robot asked me whether she pleased me and if I wished to have her
    > > > > shape altered or her face modified.  I told him that I considered
    her
    > > > > perfect.

    > > > > He replied that aesthetically speaking she was the ideal woman, or
    > > > > rather one of the three types of ideal woman as defined by the
    > > > > computer according to the taste of the majority of residents on that
    > > > > planet.  But I could ask for any modification that I desired.

    > > > > At my refusal to change anything whatsoever about that magnificent
    > > > > creature, a second woman, this time blonde and alluring, appeared in
    > > > > the luminous cube.  She was different but just as perfect as the
    first
    > > > > one.  With her I could not find anything to alter either.

    > > > > Finally, a third young female, this one a redhead more sensual than
    > > > > the first two, appeared in the strange cube.

    > > > > The robot asked me if I cared to see other models, or if these three
    > > > > ideal types of my race would be enough for me.
    > > > > I answered quite naturally that I thought these three people were
    > > > > extraordinary.

    > > > > At that moment, a magnificent black woman appeared in the cube, then
    a
    > > > > very fine, slender Chinese female, and then finally another
    voluptuous
    > > > > young Asian woman.

    > > > > The robot asked me which person I desired to have as a companion.

    > > > > Since I answered they all pleased me, he went towards the robot
    making
    > > > > machine and spoke for a moment with one of his peers.  Then the
    > > > > machine was set in motion and I understood what was about to happen.

    > > > > A few minutes later I was back at my residence with my six
    companions.

    > > > > There I had the most unforgettable bath that I have ever had, in the
    > > > > company of those charming robots, totally submissive to all of my
    > > > > desires.

    > > > > BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

    > > > > [To be continued...]

    > > > >                                 -=oOo=-
    > > > > Be sure to catch the next installment of this contiguous thread in
    > > > > which the Master Rael is blessed with some massively kewl devices
    > > > > which enable him to create music and movies and stuff just from
    > > > > thought! -B:.B:.
    > > > >                                 -=oOo=-

    > > > > Another fine post by:

    > > > > -Brother Blue, B:.B:., Ph.D., 33*
    > > > >  Sublime Lodge of the Blue Brethren
    > > > >  http://www.noveltynet.org/content/paranormal/www.brotherblue.org/

    > > > Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > > > Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > > > thinking woman?

    > > > Or do these things in a woman *just not matter anymore*?

    > > > Who the fuck *is* this asshole really?

    > > > Lisa Agnes Gardner

    > > Open yer legs…

    > Go get yourself a robot woman and she’ll look good and you won’t
    > have to worry about the black eyes you’ll get from me if you come
    > near me, guy.

    > Lisa Agnes Gardner

    HA!   You want me.

    What I really meant to tell you was that you seem to have
    overreacted. You said "Who the fuck is this asshole really?"
    It’s obviously just some deviant kid wanting to share a sex
    fantasy with a few of his friends.  Through some sort of
    mind boggling machinations, you managed to read that
    as a statement that guys don’t like women any more.  The
    magic flying-belt part, lame though it certainly is, should
    have given you a clue.

    It looks like the guy will be posting the juicy parts pretty
    soon.  Don’t miss it, like you did this one.

    A nut fantasizing about a high tech blowup doll isn’t
    going to ruin the world.  If you take a survey, I bet you
    find that all normal guys would choose pussy over a
    mechanical device every time, and be more than
    willing to put up with that stuff you mentioned.

    I suppose the character in the lame story could
    have been a girl.  Is "Brother B.B." actually a girl?

  23. admin says:

    "Lisa Gardner" <lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu> wrote

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    > Pete Charest <pchares…@spamspringmind.com> wrote
    > > On 20 May 2003 08:14:29 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa
    > > Gardner) wrote:

    > > >Whoa! The stepford wives.

    > > >Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    > > >thinking woman?

    > > Yeah, but big fatties like you don’t count, LeashHer.

    > I keep waiting for someone to give a shit that these ops
    > entail beating the shit out of me and trying to destroy my life,
    > but no one seems to think that is important or matters, Pete.

    > Why is this?

    > In my opinion this country is up shit creek if it allows its intell
    > agencies to do shit like this.

    > I am an innocent person. This doesn’t seem to count for much;
    > beating the shit out of me *works*, and it is what is done by
    > intell. Why?

    My guess is that you look like a punching bag and hang from
    the ceiling.  My other guess is that they do it to entertain the
    remote viewers back at the office.

  24. admin says:

    On 20 May 2003 22:48:30 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa

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    Gardner) wrote:
    >Pete Charest <pchares…@spamspringmind.com> wrote in message <news:6d5lcvklcm0gqg00sqh469ihpjciqb0kup@4ax.com>…
    >> On 20 May 2003 08:14:29 -0700, lgard…@cal.berkeley.edu (Lisa
    >> Gardner) wrote:

    >> >Whoa! The stepford wives.

    >> >Isn’t there something to be said for a real, living, breathing,
    >> >thinking woman?

    >> Yeah, but big fatties like you don’t count, LeashHer.

    >I keep waiting for someone to give a shit that these ops
    >entail beating the shit out of me and trying to destroy my life,
    >but no one seems to think that is important or matters, Pete.

    >Why is this?

    You go around Usenet with a large "Kick Me!" sign on your posts.


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