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Some intellectuals tend to see religion as made up of ideas but common people do not. Ordinary men and women feel religion. They are born with it. It is a real part of their internal make-up. They do not pray because they were taught to at Sunday classes. They pray spontaneously, frequently and without thinking, along the lives of , "God, what should I do now?"  and similar reactions to surprising or upsetting situations. It is not a creaking into action of brain cells deciding to pray formally. People are frequently angry with God and they treat Him like Father Christmas, as if fervent prayers on knees will deliver their dearest wishes. Naturally God does not dispense material favours but what He does is prepare individuals to face their circumstance in the best way those individuals can.

How can I prove this...? I cannot justify it intellectually except to say that is how religious people see things. To them God is their companion in adversity. However others might ridicule or bully them the religious always have one constant helper and supporter who has been with them all their lives and is the only one who understands them and stands up for them. Religious belief helps oppressed people to survive. Those who say leave your outdated, medieval religion and become modern and secular or go somewhere else and above all do not bore us with your infantile beliefs, are only isolating the religious further. Since most religious people tend to live alone or in dwindling communities they are left ever more feeling their only help is God. He is more real to them than the mockery. The mockery comes from the enemy. Consolation and self worth comes from God.  

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Mind Games, Part SIX Squared

"I seem to remember some character who called himself Morphingus; somebody I thought was an e-mail pen pal, at least... telling me that if I made it that far my troubles would only just be starting, or something like that. Oh, yes, it was only yesterday morning! Or was it several weeks ago. How long did it take you to build all this, Trank?", I asked bitterly, "...and when were you going to tell me about this little play pen? Just the building and its four minars must be about as big as the whole Village, and the gardens are several times that size." Trank muttered something about having to update it and only getting around to it yesterday; which still left me wondering which yesterday.

Dr Mentz showed me his right palm. There was the pale trace of a nearly healed shallow wound. It looked like the kind made by a .22 bullet with a cross cut in the nose; going in, that is. A round like that would have scooped a dollar sized crater out of the back of his hand on the way out.

"You'd snapped the pencil point off in the Gleissner's left hand," Mentz explained, "doing tens of thousands of dollars worth of damage to it in the process. This," he indicated the mark, "was just from the splintered end of the wood. It hardly broke the skin, really." That was one bloody expensive pencil, I thought to myself. What had they made it from, the world's last piece of mahogany? "It was short circuits cause by the graphite that made the job so costly... had to replace the whole muscle fibre bundle...a square centimetre of dermal nanosensory tech..." I quickly wearied of his itemised repair bill and sought out a free end of narghila pipe, took the silver 'Mogul's mouth piece' out of its velvet niche in the stash box, fitted it and sucked on the hubble bubble as if the glass cooling water vessel also contained all the breathable air left in the room.

I locked my throat muscles and tried not to breathe out. The architectural details of the Taj interior began to reticulate and fragment. Semi precious vines writhed with mineral life, throwing off edges and after images like a displaying peacock on a massage bed. Tunnel vision was setting in and I'd ceased to be able to tell what the all pervading racket was. I placed my hands carefully on the marble top of the display copy of Mumtaz Mahal's opulently marble coated coffin and forced myself to breath out slowly. My hands sank into the marble... no, my elbows were bending and sprites were dancing in a visual field which had broken up completely so that I  could no longer tell what was in it.

Several voices we're saying "Are you alright?" or its equivalent in a variety of accents including Chinese. I assured everyone that I would be, having just avoided passing out from a combination of the super strong blow and sheer lack of oxygen. Apparently I'd turned beet red and been making noises like 'a pepper sprayed raccoon' or 'a constipated wood pigeon', depending on whether you listened to Trank or Professor Young. I finally coughed, self consciously. The last time I'd tried one of these it had been fired with cow dung and I'd had to add the black hash myself. This one was super cool and the smoke had caught at the back of the throat but hadn't really ripped into it, leaving just a remnant tickle when I had finally breathed out.

"You know," said Dr Mentz approvingly, "you have a remarkable pair of lungs!" I sneezed out the last of the smoke in a burst of laughter and sorted coughing all over again. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he continued, "I didn't mean to make you do that; it's just that.... I have seen People suck on one of these.... and you really do have a remarkable pair of lungs!" I was also having a severe time dilation. I25th Street Congress seemed to have been playing for ages and I was getting bored with it. Time for that old standby, the OutsideInside LP by Blue Cheer www.youtube.com/watch?v=QT8SEP… . I located the laptop and typed it in while I took stock.

Both Psychiatrists were either refusing to partake or pretending to partake but, like President Clinton, never inhaling as far as I could tell. Dr. Carrington had taken a few cautious, ladylike sips. Trank was doing nothing, unless one counted leaning back, staring at the lofty domed ceiling and blowing out an enormous plume of smoke as doing something. He had reacted only slightly when the music changed. Dickie Petersen's over amplified Fender bass hit the air like a tuned set of Hell's Angels' hogs. I'd been practising that bass line, so I backed into my rattan chair, took a deep breath and struck out with my 'air bass' cover version of it, stamping on an imaginary fuzz tone pedal as I did so. This performance did not necessitate miming the playing of an actual electric guitar. Trank could have dropped in a 'real' one, I supposed, but he hadn't bothered. I could actually hum, and on the lower notes achieve vocal effects akin to Tibetan throat singing, the actual notes he was playing.

Dr. Ben Wei had stopped looking as if I were having a heart attack in front of his eyes and started listening. He had penetrated to the fact that some of the music was not coming from the distant loud speakers. Karl was toking enthusiastically and looking puzzled at the same time as if he didn't know whether Blue Cheer really had had two bassists or not. Dr Mentz evidently knew that BC was basically one of the world's first acid doom metal power trio blues rock punk bands ever, before Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath first strutted their own stuff with two of the best debut albums ever released on either side of the Atlantic. I think he was contemplating taking up the air guitar for Leigh Steven's stereo panned lead solo. This was rapidly getting to be like having the Caterpillar round for the Mad Hatter's tea party. "There ain't no cure for the summertime blues," I said in a Texan accent, "Aah've traahd everything!"
Some intellectuals tend to see religion as made up of ideas but common people do not. Ordinary men and women feel religion. They are born with it. It is a real part of their internal make-up. They do not pray because they were taught to at Sunday classes. They pray spontaneously, frequently and without thinking, along the lives of , "God, what should I do now?"  and similar reactions to surprising or upsetting situations. It is not a creaking into action of brain cells deciding to pray formally. People are frequently angry with God and they treat Him like Father Christmas, as if fervent prayers on knees will deliver their dearest wishes. Naturally God does not dispense material favours but what He does is prepare individuals to face their circumstance in the best way those individuals can.

How can I prove this...? I cannot justify it intellectually except to say that is how religious people see things. To them God is their companion in adversity. However others might ridicule or bully them the religious always have one constant helper and supporter who has been with them all their lives and is the only one who understands them and stands up for them. Religious belief helps oppressed people to survive. Those who say leave your outdated, medieval religion and become modern and secular or go somewhere else and above all do not bore us with your infantile beliefs, are only isolating the religious further. Since most religious people tend to live alone or in dwindling communities they are left ever more feeling their only help is God. He is more real to them than the mockery. The mockery comes from the enemy. Consolation and self worth comes from God.  

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Mind Games In the year 3535 "Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies.

Everything you think, do and say is in the pill you took today!" www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1Yrgk…

If the year really was 2035 it was a pound to a penny that the entire US had finally conceded that cannabis was a legitimate recreational drug. If Rhode Island had legalised then the heads must have finally won that battle, at least. Karl had started pouring out the virtual but still virtuous Lapsang Souchong into delicate china cups, one of which had milk already in it and four sugar lumps beside it in the saucer. That would be mine by the time I'd finished figuring out how to roll a smokeable reefer. The white blow milled nicely between the palms of my hands. Mentz had started 'Glass Onion' from the White Album www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv1645… playing  while I cut little pieces of Malawai Black into the pile of crumble lying on the inlaid white marble of Mumtaz Mahal's memorial, trying to make a dovetail joint. I teased the result onto a king size paper and rolled a long thin cigarette that was all white at the top while the rest of it was dark brown, like a good old fashioned pint of Guinness, but much better.

When I finally looked up from my intricate labours flourishing the 'three finger' I saw that the other seven were standing around a large narghila placed on the other end of the catafalque. It had a bowl the size of a small church censer, similarly charged with glowing charcoal, and had as many hoses dipping into its cooling water as an octopus has arms. Professor Wei looked on impassively, not overtly scandalised but not sucking on the mouthpiece of his hose either. I shrugged as if to say I'd join them later and lit up my own number with the lighter from the blowing kit.

Tiffany had selected 'I Dig A Pony' next and I must have looked a little cross because she came over and handed the laptop to me. It was signed in to Youtube, as I'd expected, and after a few moments thought I chose something that would play for about forty minutes with no words or drum solos to interrupt any civilised conversation we might have. I remember having played Colin Towne's Full Circle film music for The Haunting Of Julia www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDqj3N…  with some affection recently 'at home'. Cult films and their sound tracks would always be kept available as long as anyone still remembered them. It was also perfect for the long reverberation decay time of the space we were in. The 'suspense film' perpetual mobile piano motif kicked in as I turned to face the party from my position above one end of the Mogul Princess's last resting place.

"So," I said, "Have you got a magnificent problem?" There was silence for a bit and birds began singing somewhere. The piano slowly came back with a new tintinabulating set of phrases. I looked around. Cats on the armchairs; cats on the tiles; cats with no answers, wreathed in smiles! I lifted off smoothly; mind and body dropped away. Every detail of the group and our surroundings was clear, vibrant and exquisitely separated from every other, in crystalline stereoscopic colour which changed constantly as I looked around. I looked at the barely glowing tip of my 'J'. If I didn't toke on it again soon it would go out, and I was already tripping stoned. I offered it to Professor Carrington as a 'thank you' for giving me control of the laptop. The thumping but somehow 'Satiesque' notes of 'Have You Got A Magnificent Problem' began to echo through the marble halls, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.

"How are you doing this?" Professor Wei asked Dr Mentz, "He is clearly intoxicated!" My excited eyes had indeed glazed, watering in appreciation of this thoughtful preparation. Dr Mentz explained about virtual stereo-biochemistry and the team's ability to model drug effects simply by infusing the appropriate number of synthetic or virtual drug molecules into the system, letting them find their receptors in my virtual brain just as though it were a real one, and with similar results as judged from the inside, by my own experiences so far; and I'd taken them all, or most of the readily available recreational ones, during my 'work' as a secret, secret agent. I sensed, correctly as it turned out later, that someone here was going to ask me about that. This was a 'heavy scene', as Tim Leach would have said. I began to think that I might be getting 'the fear'.

It turned out Full Circle did have a vocal track so I switched over to Sweetnighter and the precision syncopated rattle and clack of Hershel Dwellingham and Eric Gravatt started bouncing off the walls. Nobody had volunteered an opinion regarding my last question, which had been uttered so long ago that I had almost forgotten what it had been. So lost was I in the music of Joe Zawinul and Wayne Shorter that I had missed the beginning of Professor Young's reply to it.

"...to convince you that we are telling you the truth and there is a way out of all this and into the real world where you belong. If we could all manage that then.... Well, the rest of the Philosophy of Artificial Intelligence crowd might be divided on the matter, but most People would have no difficulty in accepting you as one of them, er... one of US." he concluded, correcting himself. It seemed to me everyone else on the planet would have severe difficulty even in recognising me as human when all they could see was a robot tethered to 'Good Dog' by a stout lead in the middle of some miserable, stinking desert.
Mind Games, Part 'In the year 35' 35
"Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies,

Everything you think, do and say

is in the pill you took today!" www.youtube.com/watch?v=N03Uoj…
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We are passionate artists and art lovers with wide ranging tastes and interests. Our long range project is the creation of 'aegian' as an aesthetic hermaphrodite, trying to express the many facets of their being. It has since emerged that we are a couple with four grown up children each of whom has contributed to this joint enterprise

While his better half prefers to remain mysterious and spends most of her time writing our journal entries, Mr A admits to having a London degree in Botany & Zoology and owning a succession of film and digital cameras. I am the man behind the lens, so there may not be many images of me submitted. We love beauty and I search for it amongst the mundane backgrounds of everyday reality as well as at fabulous gardens like the ones seen in some gallery pictures. We correspond with the Guardian as well as the Financial Times.

There will be no puckish, looped video 'web cam'; no 'fake' ID. If you want to see picture's, then this
The Revented Intagliated Sichultian Lededje Y'breq by aegiandyad is Mrs a* and this Another Green Man Self Portrait by aegiandyad is me, or was it this one Self Portrait As 'Green Man' by aegiandyad /

NO, it's this one An Aegiandyad Dogwood Dryad by aegiandyad .


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JLynchArtistry Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2015  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the llama!!
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D-Goldenheart Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the favorite! I really appreciate it! If you ever need any help, then don't hesitate to ask! I hope to see you soon!
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aegiandyad Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2015
Not at all... I like to think that I can recognise quality, talent and imagination. They are seldom found all three together in one person. I'm interested in the College Project from either perspective [tutor or maybe student, creative writing and digital art based on photography]. I've written in 'comments' and sent you a note (complete with typos) and a sample which I hope is better proof read than the covering letter had been.
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Kinderka15 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2015
Thanks for the Llama :) *Free Icon/Emote* Molang (I Love It!) 
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Many thanks !
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tsukiko-kiyomidzu Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for the watch! :D I really appreciate it! :hug:
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tsukiko-kiyomidzu Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fav and watch )) 
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skarzynscy Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2015
Hi!
Thank You very much for adding You to my Deviantwachers. It's very nice!
Hot greetings from Cracow!
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