This thread is for telling a short story. The wilder the better. True or false. Make it short., don't put us to sleep.

Then the others can guess if it is true or false or make a comment on the story.

The Journey of a Shaman


Once upon a time there was a very loving man. He lived alone in his cottage in a magickal forest. He was very positive and optimistic. Love radiated from his every word and gesture.

With the hope of finding someone to love he decided to embark on a journey into cyberspace. So he created a profile on an innocent-looking dating website called "Just Say Hi".

He wandered into the spiritual forums in the hopes of finding a like-minded highly-moral spiritual woman with whom he could connect. He offered his pantheistic views to the crowd in the hope of finding his spiritual soulmate. Immediately he was bombarded by Christian Crusaders who argued that his pantheistic views of life were a heathen attitude and that he needed to accept Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.

He tried to explain to the crowd that he isn't gay and that he really came in search of a woman. He was hoping to connect up with someone who could see the blaspheme in the orthodox views of the proselytizing Christian philosophy, and understand the beauty of the pantheistic view that we are all truly children of God. He intuitively knew that God was not seeking slaves who will only be accepted into the Kingdom of God if they are willing to appease the Christians.

At first it appeared to be a hopeless arena of blood-thirsty crusaders flashing their swords in a madcap attempt to slice apart any conflicting philosophies thus driving home the derogatory demagoguery of their treasured dogma. However, this loving man was not about to give up so easily and so he began to shred their dogma apart using the sharp jaws of its own incongruent contradictions.

As he battled with the crusaders, atheists were drawn into the conflict and gave support to his observations of the self-inconsistencies in the dogma of the blind crusaders. One atheist was blasting the crusaders off the battle field so profoundly that she was being Redykeulous.

An Artsy gurl would show up from time to time and make wonderfully profound statements that would clearly reveal the truth of oneness and the absurdity of divisiveness. An Aussie from beneath the world would also surf into the threads on occasion and splash her infinite wisdom onto the crusaders washing away the façade of their unreasonable claims of justification of absurdity after absurdity.

It wasn't long before the witches flew in and blessed the cyberspace with their magick wands. There were even laws of attraction at work that brought in an alien who may hold some blood heritage to the Draconians.

All sorts of loving people began to support our loving hero in his quest to find a like-minded spiritual women. Some of them were adorned with great Smiless whilst others were reflecting in Mirrors of Mirrors. The witches were consistent in their support and would often make appearances even when they were Invisible.

Then one day the Powers that Be erupted like a great earthquake and cast a huge circle that broke the forums into various quadrants as an act of protection for the loving women and men like our hero.

Battle torn and tattered he left the war arena and traveled into the land of magick circles. There he met a witch named Ruth. She was stirring a Cauldron of Wicca and inviting all manner of spirits, ghosts, and goblins to join her.

Our war-torn hero took refuge in her thread and began to explore her library of magick scripts. In his cerebral journey he came upon a great guru named Penczak. Penczak began teaching the battered pagan the art of spellcraft, and the traditions of shamanic journeying.

The tenderfoot shaman began to learn of tree magic and other spellwork. He learned of a spell known as the "Chimes of Love". This spell is said to bring to anyone who casts it someone to love. So he made all of the necessary preparations, writing a love chant, and obtaining the finest wind chimes in the land for casting the spell. He cast the spell with perfect love and perfect trust and low and behold the spell came to pass. Into his life came the most wonderful woman. It was truly an act of profound magick just has his guru Penczak had claimed it would be.

He finally found all that he had been seeking, the witchcraft that had eluded him for some many decades, and the shamanic dreams that he had always had but could never quite control. Now he has the most wonderful woman in his life who also understands the ancient traditions of enchantment and mystery.

It won't be long now before our hero will "Just Say Bye" to the world of ethereal cyberspace.

Wow that's a wonderful story! I believed every word too.

I cast a similar spell and all I got was a cat.

Oh well, he is an extremely loving cat.



Kica Dusty Diamond, couch potato.

You sure that's a cat?

It looks more like a panther to me.

A beautiful story from a beautiful soul. May you always have much happiness to enjoy and share

That is a cat couch he is laying on, but yes, he is HUGE, much like a panther. He still thinks he is a lap cat too. He is hard to pick up and carry around, and seems about the size of a bobcat.

This is a picture of him the day I plucked him out of a hole in the ground.

I had two of them, but even at this age he insisted on sleeping on my shoulder cheek to cheek. He does that still to this day. He is so lovable.

His brother was more independent and ended up hitching a ride on a trailer headed out of town and he never came back home.

The Humanatarian's Second Chance


Once upon a time there was a man who completed 15 years working as a humanatarian serving those who were less fortunate. He didn't have much time to worry about the wonders of the world, or what drives the universe to do what it does, or to even have the opportunity to understand how the internet works. He simply served selflessly those who were sick, unfortunate, or troubled for the joy of helping others.

It wasn't long until his last trip had suddenly changed his life, where guerilla rebels attacked the big truck with the red cross on it. A horrible feeling in the kneecap with the sudden sounds of shattered bones, and the awkward feeling of death and dizziness occurred giving a blurry vision, and confusion of "why me" paralyzed his mind into a shocked frenzy.

Fortunately, with the help of sudden adrenaline and the willpower to live, he helped himself with his partner escape the atrocity and make it back home safe to live the tale.

Unfortunately, it had ended his career as a humanatarian. He loved his job although it wasn't a glamorous one living in some of the harshest conditions at times, yet he learned a great deal about various cultures, lifestyles, and idealogies that had made him a humble and a grateful person.

It had taught him about a great many things such as how the corruption of superstitions can control the masses, as of greed and the thirst for power from some that can destroy people who only wish to live in peace.


And as the day ended, he understood his importance at the time to those who only worried about food and water, a warm blanket, or a deck of cards for entertainment. That lesson is that we as a people seek the same basic neccessities and answers one way or another.

Today he sits at the computer, for he can't stand on his leg for very long and now has the time to seek deeper meanings for some of the questions he asks, such as how some of the wonders evolved in this world, or what makes the universe to do what it does, or what are spirits or fairies, and why supernatural things happen, or to even have the opportunity to understand how the internet works.

Now that time is irrelevant in his life, he seeks answers from other likeminded individuals to add to his knowledge and seeker deeper meanings of life.

He occassionally gets a great answer if he throws a rare bean called a Jeanniebean on the table, or a magical miracle when he waves his fingers shouting abracadabra, or even a few laughters when he imagines the many invisible characters he creates in his mind, which confirms he is today a nutcase and is sent often to his room

I will let you figure out if this is a true story or not, but in the end I am sure there is a miracle somewhere left in this world yet to discover and ponder about. I am also sure there will always be a interesting subject that we as a people can mingle about.

Great story John!

Now go to your room and write another novel.

Thank you. I like your story also.

I actually am working on a new novel. It is much different to what I usually write, but it will prove interesting and challenging. The book genre will be sectioned under "self help reference" and the title would be "365 Days of Spiritual Laughter that will change your life." I also have the chapter outline completed.

It is the study of laughter (gelotology) and how to use it in a spiritual way that will help motivate and shift those who suffer self doubts, depressions, confidence, or negative thoughts without having to be religious.

I know, I know there are thousands of books like this already, yet I am hoping this book can reach out to the public regardless.

The goal is to make the read comfortable, easy access, and with alot of humor that creates laughter to want to use the reference book over again.

Sounds like a great book John and well worth writing.

Miser's Final Wish

There was a man who had worked all of his life and had saved all of his money. He was a real miser when it came to his money. He loved money more than just about anything, and just before he died, he said to his wife, "Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my money and place it in the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the afterlife."

So he got his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with him.

Well, one day he died. He was stretched out in the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a minute!" she had a shoe box with her, she came over with the box and placed it in the casket.

Then the undertakers locked the casket down and rolled it away.

Her friend said, "I hope you weren't crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."

She said, "Yes, I promised. I'm a good person, I can't lie. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him."

"You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"

"I sure did, " said the wife. "I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check."

I'll bet that check never gets cashed. Very funny

While driving down a highway in Alabama I noticed an occasional road that disappeared into the forest of very tall trees. I realized that down each road there was a story and I wondered about how many fascinating stories I would find by just going down one of those roads.

There in that moment I knew the reason for our existence.

Stories.

In this reality of spacetime, the dimensions of space and time are for one purpose only. They are coordinates.

These coordinates are for the location and linear tracking of the process of events and stories. These events and stories have a beginning, middle and end. They are all recorded in detail and kept for eternity for viewing or experiencing.

They are stored in holographic multidimensional things called rotes. These are like books but are more like holographic movies that you can enter and become a part of at any point in a particular story, beginning, middle or end.

Your life is one of them. It will be preserved in detail for you to observe and experience again at any time. You will also be able to enter the rote and relive your life (any of them) and alter the outcome of your personal stories contained there. In short, you will be able to live your entire life over as many times as you wish, if you want, from any point you want with different outcomes.

This reality is a multidimensional holographic matrix of stories and games. You are the player.

P.S.

In knowing this great truth, you might want to make your life an interesting one, or one that you would like to re-live.

So get busy. Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

He was a shop owner and awfully mean. Business was always slow because people preferred to buy somewhere else. He had built a marquee over his window to protect the wares he exhibited there, even provided a bench, but would never allow someone to sit there who didn’t spend money in his shop. One day he had to go away, and he asked a poor elderly woman to look after his shop. Thinking that he wouldn’t have to pay her much, he offered her a percentage of the takings she made.
It was raining that day and not many people were out, only a street musician made his way down the street. On seeing the bench he stopped and wearily sat down.
It was cold, and his torn clothes didn’t protect him, so he sat there shivering.
The old woman went out and gave him a cup of tea which he took with thanks, and then he started to make music. Two more musicians joined him, and lost in their music they kept playing. More tea was brought out and welcomed.
Every passer by stopped to listen to the music, and as it was raining, people entered the shop and bought something, only to be able to listen a little longer.
When night fell the musicians thanked the old woman again and left while she was closing the shop.
It was then that the shop owner arrived to count his money and to pay the woman for her service, thinking that he only had to hand her a pittance. How great was his surprise to find a fortnight’s takings in his till. He asked: “How did you do that? I only make this amount of money in 2 weeks.”
The woman answered: “I not only opened your shop, I opened my heart too, and this is the reward.”

Wow Jeannie! That is a amazing way to see this. Very cool if one can go back to see how one lived or watch the history of our spirit.

That is a beautiful story. If only everyone would be like this. Imagine how the world would be then.

This is what the law of attraction is all about!