Dr. Jeffrey Long, Near-Death Experience By the Numbers |502|

#81
-Hurmanetar probably
The story of Hurmanetar's NDE after he drinks some dank green brew and descends into a cave to a spot known as Devil's mouth where evil vapors arise from a crack in the rock:

"Hurmanetar said... I am one whose destiny is already written, I must die that men might live. What a man cannot escape he must face manfully. ...they climbed the mountain until they came to a cleared place before the cave known as the Portal of the Dead. ...Hurmanetar said, "I am one who would enter the dread place, the Abode of Death, the Threshold of the Otherworld, the Door Replacing the Misty Veil. I am one sanctified, one knowing the Lesser Mysteries, I am an Enlightened One." ...Hurmanetar passed through the portal and came to a wider, more open place wherein there was a pool of water. It was deep, dark and still. He gazed into the water, and surely no mortal has ever seen such sights as he saw pictured in its stillness. He passed it by. Terrifying shadows leaped and quivered over the walls as he entered a narrowing passage, cast by some bidden ruddy light which seemed to dance as though alive. Then he saw daylight ahead. ...Hurmanetar fought and overcame the four great beast Beings which feast on the bodies of men, but the sword of Hurmanetar laid them low. He passed through the Hall of Contest where good and evil spirits fight an eternal battle for the souls of men, coming into the Chamber of Death.
...Hurmanetar passed over the still sullen waters to the Land of Waiting where all spirits shine redly. He passed through the Great Doorway and came to the Place of Glory, the Land of Eternal Living. He saw his friend, his companion of the hunt, the loyal one during his wanderings. Behold, there before his eyes was Yadol. Hurmanetar knew him though he stood forth in a form more glorious than can be described to the understanding of men. He was here, life was in him, he was here in a bright and flowering place, a place of trees and waters, a place such as no man can describe.
Yadol spoke with Hurmanetar and he spoke of things long forgotten by men and revealed truths unknown since the days when men walked with their Father.
...Yadol continued, "Once men could pass easily from one sphere to another, then came the misty veil. Now men must pass a grim portal to span the spheres and, as the generations pass, this, too, will be closed to men. The secret of the substances which, compounded together, become the horse which can bear men here, will remain with those who know the mysteries, but these will become even harder to reach. As the ages roll by there will be many false mysteries and perhaps the path will become closed or the way lost".
...Hurmanetar returned. He passed over the Waters of Death, he was upheld by the Guardians of Form, by those who safeguarded the powers of the Great Key. He saluted the Glorious Being, he passed through the manifold chambers, through the courtyard and the many-bolted doors, down the winding path lit by strange torches, through the cavern and out through the cave."

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/hercolobus/kolbrin02.htm
 
#82

Q. What is the most important thing in life?

A. Meat.

"To be happy we need meat. If we have meat, honey, and water, then we are happy"

Q. What happens when you die?

A. We put them in a deep cave and move. ... The body goes to the sun.

Q. What is your greatest fear?

A. Lions. And Elephants.

Q. What does the moon mean in the sky?

A. When the moon is full there is lots of light. Its bad for hunting. The moon is too bright and we can't hunt.
 
#83
It is speculation for sure, but all the people in that thread saying that it was never drowning to induce an NDE don't have anything to go on but dogma. Secret society's have been known to put their initiates through traumatic experiences that mimic death. There are many reasons for this: the deep bond between people who share a traumatic experience, the need for youth to have a rite of passage that is sufficiently difficult as to be meaningful and vividly memorable, the personal growth and inner strength that comes from conquering your fears, etc... with these things being relatively well-known about secret societies and considering the tendency of people to take things to extremes, it doesn't seem much of a stretch to me that some people will take things as far as you can possibly take them and actually try to induce a NDE. With old tech, perhaps drowning is the easiest type of death to resuscitate from with the least amount of lasting physical damage. Water has long been symbolic of death, chaos, the unknown, etc. The surface provides a reflection by which you may examine your exterior. Crash down through your reflection into the deep and you may destroy the illusion to examine your interior and that which is hiding in your shadow.
I grew up in a family of five kids, plus my mom ran a daycare center. Baptism was a way of life because we had a swimming pool. If my older brother and his friends were not "baptizing" me, then I was busy baptizing everybody else in the neighborhood. Essentially, we were drowning each other every fucking day. This is one of the reasons why Hurmanetar's observation regarding Baptism as an impetus to NDE's resonates with me. I remember that I was not "taught how to swim," but rather held under water while getting the shit kicked out of me, day after day, all summer long, until I had to know how to survive under water. I remember crawling out the swimming pool, puking water out of my lungs, grasping that rod iron gate that was supposedly installed to keep kids out of the pool area, to keep them from accidentally drowning. Ironically, it was the bars I clung to before being dragged, rather, thrown back into the water. Freedom was always on the other side, and sometimes it was locked. I can still smell the chlorine, to this day, when I blow my nose.
 
#84
The story of Hurmanetar's NDE after he drinks some dank green brew and descends into a cave to a spot known as Devil's mouth where evil vapors arise from a crack in the rock:

"Hurmanetar said... I am one whose destiny is already written, I must die that men might live. What a man cannot escape he must face manfully. ...they climbed the mountain until they came to a cleared place before the cave known as the Portal of the Dead. ...Hurmanetar said, "I am one who would enter the dread place, the Abode of Death, the Threshold of the Otherworld, the Door Replacing the Misty Veil. I am one sanctified, one knowing the Lesser Mysteries, I am an Enlightened One." ...Hurmanetar passed through the portal and came to a wider, more open place wherein there was a pool of water. It was deep, dark and still. He gazed into the water, and surely no mortal has ever seen such sights as he saw pictured in its stillness. He passed it by. Terrifying shadows leaped and quivered over the walls as he entered a narrowing passage, cast by some bidden ruddy light which seemed to dance as though alive. Then he saw daylight ahead. ...Hurmanetar fought and overcame the four great beast Beings which feast on the bodies of men, but the sword of Hurmanetar laid them low. He passed through the Hall of Contest where good and evil spirits fight an eternal battle for the souls of men, coming into the Chamber of Death.
...Hurmanetar passed over the still sullen waters to the Land of Waiting where all spirits shine redly. He passed through the Great Doorway and came to the Place of Glory, the Land of Eternal Living. He saw his friend, his companion of the hunt, the loyal one during his wanderings. Behold, there before his eyes was Yadol. Hurmanetar knew him though he stood forth in a form more glorious than can be described to the understanding of men. He was here, life was in him, he was here in a bright and flowering place, a place of trees and waters, a place such as no man can describe.
Yadol spoke with Hurmanetar and he spoke of things long forgotten by men and revealed truths unknown since the days when men walked with their Father.
...Yadol continued, "Once men could pass easily from one sphere to another, then came the misty veil. Now men must pass a grim portal to span the spheres and, as the generations pass, this, too, will be closed to men. The secret of the substances which, compounded together, become the horse which can bear men here, will remain with those who know the mysteries, but these will become even harder to reach. As the ages roll by there will be many false mysteries and perhaps the path will become closed or the way lost".
...Hurmanetar returned. He passed over the Waters of Death, he was upheld by the Guardians of Form, by those who safeguarded the powers of the Great Key. He saluted the Glorious Being, he passed through the manifold chambers, through the courtyard and the many-bolted doors, down the winding path lit by strange torches, through the cavern and out through the cave."

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/hercolobus/kolbrin02.htm
Sounds a little bit like "Thus Spoke Zarathustra," but better. I like it!
 
#85
Sorry Vortex, but this reads like Apple's iphone agreement. OK, OK, I will just sign that I agree. Can I be a card carrying member, now?
OK, Shane, if you didn't like the original version, here is a concise case study of an emotional overdose (or absence of it) in action.

For the purposes of of the increased rhetorical persusasiveness as well as the intensified recreational impact, I chose the illustrative communicative methodology of the metaphorical-symbolic feline representation of the participants of the debate being studied.

_____________________

This is me, proudly presenting an somewhat excessively lengthy, richly-worded, sophisticated essay in defence of anarcho-magickal psychic-political radicalism:



This is Charlie Premiero's very unfirendly but not emotionally overdosed reply:



This is Eric Newhill's full-scale emotionally overdosed reply:



This is my response to Charlie and Eric:



This is general Skeptiko audience reading our exchange:



And this is Hurm, as blissfully immune to the emotional overdose as he ever is:

 
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#86
OK, Shane, if you didn't like the original version, here is a concise case study of an emotional overdose (or absence of it) in action.

For the purposes of of the increased rhetorical persusasiveness as well as the intensified recreational impact, I chose the illustrative communicative methodology of the metaphorical-symbolic feline representation of the participants of the debate being studied.

_____________________

This is me, proudly presenting an somewhat excessively lengthy, richly-worded, sophisticated essay in defence of anarcho-magickal psychic-political radicalism:



This is Charlie Premiero's very unfirendly but not emotionally overdosed reply:



This is Eric Newhill's full-scale emotionally overdosed reply:



This is my response to Charlie and Eric:



This is general Skeptiko audience reading our exchange:



And this is Hurm, as blissfully immune to the emotional overdose as he ever is:

Hehehe

It IS easier to remain calm when you're well fed!
 
#87
OK, Shane, if you didn't like the original version, here is a concise case study of an emotional overdose (or absence of it) in action.

For the purposes of of the increased rhetorical persusasiveness as well as the intensified recreational impact, I chose the illustrative communicative methodology of the metaphorical-symbolic feline representation of the participants of the debate being studied.

_____________________

This is me, proudly presenting an somewhat excessively lengthy, richly-worded, sophisticated essay in defence of anarcho-magickal psychic-political radicalism:



This is Charlie Premiero's very unfirendly but not emotionally overdosed reply:



This is Eric Newhill's full-scale emotionally overdosed reply:



This is my response to Charlie and Eric:



This is general Skeptiko audience reading our exchange:



And this is Hurm, as blissfully immune to the emotional overdose as he ever is:

HAHA, ok bro, you just totally won me over with that one! Awesome presentation for sure! That was straight up Rock Star!

This is me seducing Medusa! Honestly, I thought she would find the messy hair attractive. I know she normally does not comb hers.


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Alex

Administrator
#88

Q. What is the most important thing in life?

A. Meat.

"To be happy we need meat. If we have meat, honey, and water, then we are happy"

Q. What happens when you die?

A. We put them in a deep cave and move. ... The body goes to the sun.

Q. What is your greatest fear?

A. Lions. And Elephants.

Q. What does the moon mean in the sky?

A. When the moon is full there is lots of light. Its bad for hunting. The moon is too bright and we can't hunt.
wonderful! thx.
 

Alex

Administrator
#89
OK, Shane, if you didn't like the original version, here is a concise case study of an emotional overdose (or absence of it) in action.

For the purposes of of the increased rhetorical persusasiveness as well as the intensified recreational impact, I chose the illustrative communicative methodology of the metaphorical-symbolic feline representation of the participants of the debate being studied.

_____________________

This is me, proudly presenting an somewhat excessively lengthy, richly-worded, sophisticated essay in defence of anarcho-magickal psychic-political radicalism:



This is Charlie Premiero's very unfirendly but not emotionally overdosed reply:



This is Eric Newhill's full-scale emotionally overdosed reply:



This is my response to Charlie and Eric:



This is general Skeptiko audience reading our exchange:



And this is Hurm, as blissfully immune to the emotional overdose as he ever is:

well done!!!
 
#90
OK, Shane, if you didn't like the original version, here is a concise case study of an emotional overdose (or absence of it) in action.

For the purposes of of the increased rhetorical persusasiveness as well as the intensified recreational impact, I chose the illustrative communicative methodology of the metaphorical-symbolic feline representation of the participants of the debate being studied.

_____________________

This is me, proudly presenting an somewhat excessively lengthy, richly-worded, sophisticated essay in defence of anarcho-magickal psychic-political radicalism:



This is Charlie Premiero's very unfirendly but not emotionally overdosed reply:



This is Eric Newhill's full-scale emotionally overdosed reply:



This is my response to Charlie and Eric:



This is general Skeptiko audience reading our exchange:



And this is Hurm, as blissfully immune to the emotional overdose as he ever is:


Charlie Boy seems to have taken a long holiday as it would appear :(

Eric...Come back too!
 
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