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Re: A Question for Herr Hauser and Senor Raul
« Reply #735 on: June 18, 2021, 08:15:40 am »
Holden,

Thank you for another Paranormal Activity video.

Someday would we be set free? No. I think the cycle of horror is endless. There is neither rescue nor escape. Endless suffering and anguish awaits us.

Is it not strange that if we live to be 75 or 85 years old we are insignificant before the universe and yet we, each one of us, feel ourselves important?

Some students of the Gnostics say that we must have hope because there is a spark that does not belong to the malignant creator of our bodies. There must be something good, well hidden inside us.
Indeed the prison of the flesh is overwhelming, to say the least. We are flesh; we are matter which is a prison. My body is a prison, the planet is a prison, and society is a prison. The human condition is really miserable. Anyway, what do I know really?

We, as humans, have been conditioned that it is normal to have been brought to this prison called Earth. Omce I read a basic definition of karma. Is it because of karma that we were brought here? Is this a punishment or a kidnapping? After the death can this spark escape from the demiurge? It remains to be seen.
It is normal to have been born in a body of a hominid, to have ears full of wax, a hairy asss, a hairy nose; everything is normal.It is logical, so we are told, that we are here on Earth.
Nothing is questioned. What is the cosmos? What are we? These questions are not deemed important.

Apparently it is reasonable to enjoy this so-called life fully. But when you realize that this world is full of pain, well, things do not look normal, to say the least. Experiencing the so-called life is not normal. But these issues are too deep for most of us and we not want to complicate our lives.

I had my earliest memories at the age of 7. At that age I remember I had a car accident and a surgery was performed on my head.  I remember feeling suffocated. I think that is the reason I cannot stand being in closed spaces.
Another memory is when my mother, upset with me, spilled hot water on my feet. I must have been 6 or 7. At primary school, first grade, I think, I stole some school items. I killed a little bird with a stick at 8 or 9 at my grandmotherīs house. I remember many other things vaguely while other memories are a little clearer. Very few memories are nice.

On the issue of killing an animal for consuming its flesh, that only reminds me of what I read as I told you about the tortures of the so called subversives in the Dirty War in Argentina.
On May 16,1976 a body was found near the River Plate, on the Uruguayan coasts. The body belonged to Floreal Avellaneda, kidnapped with his mother and wife. His hands and legs were tied with wire. He had a deep wound in one of the legs. It was found out later that he died because of the “empalamiento”, impaling, a system used by his torturers in El Campito, a military establishment. I donīt know if the Stroessner political police used that method here in the 1960s and 1970s.

I have read a few articles about the Crusades.They are just another episode of our human stupidity and madness.The Dirty War (1976-1983) in Argentina was a sort of crusade because many Catholic priests approved of the methods used by the military Right now we are under a new sort of crusade aka the p(l)andemic and we are the persecuted.

Stay safe.