QUEEN: Nevermore
UN forging Relationship with Religions
Baltimore immigrant: 'God saved me from bulldozer terrorist'
Palestinian "state builders" gathering in Berlin
An international conference taking place in Berlin on Tuesday aims to secure tens of millions of dollars for the Palestinians to build new, improved police and judiciary systems.
LOL. What a load of bullshit.
Support for Palestinian institutions of security and justice "is essential to achieving our vision of two states, Israel and Palestine, living side by side in peace and security," Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice told the conference on Tuesday.
“Radical leftists bash Rep. Virgil Goode’s (R-VA) views on Muslim immigration” Really!
'NEOEUGENICS" Web Site
.....but this shit is not happening today, and I am a crazy woman, right So-Smarts?
Scientists should unite against threat from religion
By Dawkin's pal: Sam Harris
Ya. OK. But it's still me that's crazy.
If my GOD is not real, you tell me, scientist: WTF is there to be threatened by?
Virtual Jihad
Anybody that allows these MFers to have a website should be tried for treason.
Hizballah in Venezuela
Centrists Get Behind Obama
LOL - I say "GET THEE BEHIND ME, OBAMA!
Majority of Indonesians support establishing Islamic law.....
Kofi calls for "Climate Justice"
Maybe the MFer can find a way to head a "carbon credits for food" scam
Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution
I wonder if half these so-smarts even realize they are supporting anarchistsThe conception of struggle for existence as a factor of evolution, introduced into science by Darwin and Wallace, has permitted us to embrace an immensely wide range of phenomena in one single generalization, which soon became the very basis of our philosophical, biological, and sociological speculations
It's a fucking religion, you morons
For all your BS about separating church and state... you can not see the church OF the state, can you?
Bela H. Banathy, author of Guided Evolution of Society, offers this understanding of what Conscious Evolution is:
"It is a process by which we can individually and collectively take responsibility for our future.
It is a process of giving direction to the evolution of human systems by purposeful action.
And, most importantly, Conscious Evolution enables us, if we take responsibility for it, to use our creative power to guide our own lives and the evolution of the systems and the communities in which we live and work. It is a process by which individuals and groups, families, organizations, and societies can envision and create images of what should be, and bring those images to life by design."
Conscious Evolution is at the core a spiritually-motivated endeavor. Its precepts reside at the heart of every great faith, affirming that humans have the potential of being cocreators with Spirit, with the deeper patterns of nature and universal design.
Conscious Evolution is a social movement, a call to action that offers real hope for the world. In fact, it is a "movement of movements." It connects positive, life-enhancing initiatives and insights in every field leading toward a higher level of cooperative action. It stimulates learning, personal mastery and systems theory applied to social change. Above all, it brings forth practical visions of hope and fulfillment of humanity's most profound aspirations.
Conscious Evolution as a new world view is a context for a meta-discipline composed of the growing edge of all disciplines seen as parts of a living whole. It may even set the framework for a “meta-religio,” an all-inclusive space in which the great faiths and wisdom traditions can contribute their unique gifts to the conscious evolution of humanity.
The promise of Conscious Evolution is nothing less than the emergence of a universal humanity capable of co-evolution with nature and cocreation with Spirit.
Barbara Marx Hubbard has proven through the years that she has powerful connections in the world. Working closely with New Age activists like Marianne Williamson, Neale Donald Walsch, Congressman Dennis Kucinich and countless others, Hubbard has been carefully positioned to play a key role in the emerging New Age/New Spirituality—particularly in the field of spiritual politics. As Hubbard and her New Age colleagues continue to gain credibility in the world, they will do everything in their power to popularize, politicize and ultimately legalize the ideas and teachings of their New Age “God” and “Christ.”
Humanity Ascending Series ~ Barbara Marx Hubbard
The Untold History of Humanity As Seen Through Evolutionary Eyes
UN-FREAKIN REAL , MAH FERALS!
Hubbard's "Christ Consciousness"
Unholy Shit.
New Age leader, Barbara Marx Hubbard has staled, "people will either change or die," for "that is the choice." According to those who would concur with Hubbard, Christians will need to be more open minded so they too can receive the mark of the Antichrist. If they will not join with the global community and its agenda, they will be killed by the "opened minded" New Agers. She states that, "This act is as horrible as killing a cancer cell. It must be done (or the sake of the future of the whole. So be it; be prepared for the selection process which is now beginning. We, the elders, have been patiently waiting until the very last moment before the quantum transformation, to take action to cut out this corrupted and corrupting element in the body of humanity
Decoding the transformational meta-patterns inherent in the evolutionary process
Whatever the fuck THAT means!
In 1966, Hubbard was a founding member of the 'World Future Society'; she subsequently co-founded the 'Society For The Universal Human', and the 'Foundation For Conscious Evolution'. In the 1970s, Hubbard organized and co-produced twenty-five 'Syncons' ('synergistic conferences'), and the multimedia 'Theater For The Future'. In 1984, Hubbard made political history when her name was placed in nomination for the vice presidency of America.
During the Armageddon-obsessed 1980s (signified by Reagan's 'Strategic Defence Initiative'), Hubbard developed and co-chaired US-Soviet citizen summits. She hosted 'Potentials: Envisioning The New Millennium', a stunning television series which featured Gene Roddenberry, Timothy Leary, Buckminster Fuller, Toni and John Lilly, Jerry Pournelle, and Ray Bradbury as guests. Space migration, life extension, and macropolitical models are just some of the memes that Hubbard has promoted over more than thirty years of advocacy.
In 'Happy Birthday Planet Earth: The Instant Of Co-Operation' (Ocean Tree Books, 1986), Hubbard examined Spaceship Earth as a vast holistic system, exalting our power as co-creators over acquiescence (the 'Age of Aquarius' impulse now grown up). 'The Revelation: A Message Of Hope For The New Millennium' (New World Library, 1995) re-framed the Biblical 'Book of Revelations' cultural script (the foundational mindset of Evangelical Christianity and the Nation of Islam) as a 'Solar Consciousness' reminder of the need to integrate scientific and technological advances with humanism, spirituality, and stewardship. 'Conscious Evolution: Awakening The Power Of Our Social Potential' (New World Library, 1998) was a truly provocative and sweeping millennium manifesto.
By decoding the transformational meta-patterns inherent in the evolutionary process, we are able to discover new choices to imminent and threatening crises. But these choices must be grounded in a pragmatic holistic worldview, because humanity now possesses the power for co-evolution and co-destruction.
The Next Thousand Years Television Series Participating Scholars
Initial Scholar List
To date the following scholars have agreed to participate in the development of The Next Thousand Years television series. Some of these scholars will serve on The Next Thousand Years Scholar Advisory Board and most of them will serve as consulting scholars on individual programs.
WELL LOOKIE HEYA:
Richard Dawkins, Charles Simonyi Professor, Oxford University, Oxford University Museum of Natural History, Oxford, England
Barbara Marx Hubbard, President, Foundation for Conscious Evolution, Santa Barbara, CA USA
YA
Poe's "The Raven"
read by Christopher Walken
| Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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