Wine,Women, And Song

Hmmmmmmmm, a caning in Malaysia?

Here we go again, thinking our ofds!

Is the unfortunate Malaysian woman's crime that she drinks in public or that she tipples at all?
Honestly, You say 'Land! Land!' and yet I am better off at Sea because I don't know what's making News around the 'landed gentry'--certainly not anything on the basis of any Book I've ever read. Bunch of ILLiterates!

FranklyI, myself, find nothing relieves joint pain better than a long cool sip of Rum-n-Coke Cola; and in a pinch rum-soaked-raisins will do just fine.

So, once more from the top:

There shall be no compulsion in religion.

2 Al-Baqara (The Cow)

2:256 لاَ إِكْرَاهَ فِي الدِّينِ قَد تَّبَيَّنَ الرُّشْدُ مِنَ الْغَيِّ فَمَنْ يَكْفُرْ بِالطَّاغُوتِ وَيُؤْمِن بِاللّهِ
فَقَدِ اسْتَمْسَكَ بِالْعُرْوَةِ الْوُثْقَىَ لاَ انفِصَامَ لَهَا وَاللّهُ سَمِيعٌ عَلِيمٌ

2:256 Let there be no compulsion in religion: Truth stands out clear from Error: whoever rejects evil and believes in God has grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And God Listens [and is] Omniscient.

There is some benefit to drinking and gambling but best to eskew it. (While sinful its not like Murder!)

2 Al-Baqara (The Cow)

2:219 يَسْأَلُونَكَ عَنِ الْخَمْرِ وَالْمَيْسِرِ قُلْ فِيهِمَا إِثْمٌ كَبِيرٌ وَمَنَافِعُ لِلنَّاسِ وَإِثْمُهُمَآ أَكْبَرُ مِن
نَّفْعِهِمَا وَيَسْأَلُونَكَ مَاذَا يُنفِقُونَ قُلِ الْعَفْوَ كَذَلِكَ يُبيِّنُ اللّهُ لَكُمُ الآيَاتِ لَعَلَّكُمْ تَتَفَكَّرُونَ

2:219 They ask you about wine and gambling. Say: "In them is great sin, and some profit, for men; but the sin is greater than the profit." They ask you how much they are to spend; Say: "What is beyond your needs."God Expounds to you His Signs: In order that you may reflect-

If you judge be sure to temper your judgment with Mercy since that's how you expect to be Judged.

35 Fatir (The Originator of Creation)

35:45 وَلَوْ يُؤَاخِذُ اللَّهُ النَّاسَ بِمَا كَسَبُوا مَا تَرَكَ عَلَى ظَهْرِهَا مِن دَابَّةٍ
وَلَكِن يُؤَخِّرُهُمْ إِلَى أَجَلٍ مُّسَمًّى فَإِذَا جَاء أَجَلُهُمْ فَإِنَّ اللَّهَ كَانَ بِعِبَادِهِ بَصِيرًا

35:45 Now if God were to take men to task for what they do, He would not leave a single living creature upon its surface [the face of the Earth]. But He grants them respite for a set term: when their term expires- they [come to know that] God is Vigilant (of His) servants.

Wine happens to be the drink of choice once you make it past the 'Gate. '

83 Al-Mutaffifin (Those Who Deal in Fraud)

يُسْقَوْنَ مِن رَّحِيقٍ مَّخْتُومٍ 83:25
خِتَامُهُ مِسْكٌ وَفِي ذَلِكَ فَلْيَتَنَافَسِ الْمُتَنَافِسُونَ 83:26

83:25 They [the ones who make it to Heaven] will drink a nectar bearing a seal [stamp]
83:26 pouring out with a fragrance of musk. To that [nectar, or 'wine of paradise'], let them aspire...

PS Please don't have your 'researchers' ruin my lunch again; the food would have gone down better without the 'comments from the galley' about how many courses the meal was or how simply doing the crossword puzzle somehow turns into a fact-finding mission. (And since when does an eggroll count as a third course?) There seems to be a lot of money flying around for mundane stuff like this inane pursuit, so please do as promised and divert it all to my bank account so I can put as much distance between me and what's leftover of them as practicable on ALL Levels.

CNN August 20, 2009 'Malaysian Model, Mom To Be Caned For Drinking In Public'

One But Not The Same

K H Y 'Ayn Saad كهيعص Command Language


Z0=1


Track : do c=1,present population

Span Z0

If Z0<>1

Z=Z0^2 + c //This answers John’s question “Where was the explosion?”//
Code Z=” ”&delete Z //This is how I stick to my answer because they all pretended like
http://apageinthelife.blogspot.com/p/ah-question.html.//End DO Track


As evidenced by the pseudo code above I lay claim to being the worse programmer in all the Universe(s), but so as not to be out done by a 4 year old in a Ninja costume (black cape optional), I am not too proud to at least make an attempt.

If by any chance the Master Programmer in all the Universe(s) comes across this Bridge and finds others do not like what I have come up with, please add a fractal algorithm of your choosing providing a subroutine whereby ‘they’ may ‘leave.’

Swords, Bows, Triangle UFOs And USOs

Sound Check

Caption

The Rider Says: Allow me to illustrate.
Dan Says: I know I heard her speak English, but what did she just say?!!

The flight in does include a pass over the Ganges so it would be a grave oversight not to mention Hinduism and its interesting parallels to Judeo-Christian-Muslim traditions. There are obvious similarities between the final reincarnation or Avatar of Vishnu as Lord Kalki (Kalkin) mentioned in the sacred Purana texts and the 'Return of the King' in Revelations and a number of passages in the Old Testament and Quran about horsemen and 'riders'.

Lord Kalki is often depicted riding or walking with his horse and is said to descend in order to restore dharma (the system of law) and cleanse the Earth of evil. So far, according to Hindus, Vishnu has made 9 descents as various Avatars, and the last descent as Lord Kalki is expected, just as the 'Second Coming of the Christ.'

Clearly, Vedic literature describes various modes of transportation or vimanas that serve as vehicles for these types of descents or ascents. Since I have no knowledge of Sanskrit, and don't think I can pick up another language, I can't say for sure what exactly these texts are describing; but it would seem a worthwhile effort to independently explore these texts in light of our current understanding of UFO sightings.

Depending on the source there have been various interpretations pertaining to the nature of these riders and their mounts and the props they carry and what these elements portend. For instance, one rider ('horseman of the Apocolypse') may be carrying a Bow or a Sword or a Scroll/Book, seated on a horse of one color or another. The above representation is a good example of just how these chargers (or Coursers (the word may also mean 'Antiquities' but I prefer 'Ancients') as referred to in Surah 100) have been a subject open to wide interpretation; as above, the Rider is supposed to be weilding a Sword, but it may just as well be a Bow, or even a 'Triangle' UFO.
Surah 40
Ghafir (The Forgiving)
(وَلَكُمْ فِيهَا مَنَافِعُ وَلِتَبْلُغُوا عَلَيْهَا حَاجَةً فِي صُدُورِكُمْ وَعَلَيْهَا وَعَلَى الْفُلْكِ تُحْمَلُونَ (40:80
(40:80) And there are (other) uses in them (referring to modes of transport and cattle) for you; that you may through them attain (carry out) to any need (what desires are) in your hearts; and on them and on { الْفُلْكِ } 'ships' are you borne (carried). (الْفُلْكِ 'al-fulook' means; orbits, ships, (or perhaps 'orbit ships') , not 'al-falaq' which has to do with astronomy and astrophysics; I selected 'ships' but 'orbits' makes just as much sense)
Surah 55
Al-Rahman (The Merciful)
(55:24) وَلَهُ الْجَوَارِ الْمُنشَآتُ فِي الْبَحْرِ كَالْأَعْلَامِ
(55:24) And His are the neighboring الْجَوَارِ facilities ( الْمُنشَآتُ installations) in the Sea like flags (ensignia, banners)
alternatively, another acceptable meaning is:
(55:24) And His are the cruising لْجَوَارِ (running, operating, sailing…,,at any rate—moving or working) structures ( الْمُنشَآتُ platforms, assemblages-- including ships, computers, constructions, ‘bridges’, etc.) in the Ocean like banners (ensignia, flags-- something lofty or raised like a flag)
(Can 55:24 be referring to Unidentified Submersible Objects (USOs)?)
(Note: Pertaining to the above Ayah 55:24 I can not take credit for this discovery. After starting this post I hoped that I was not doing anything wrong and while I was reading Surah 55, I suddenly had a compulsion to count the number of occurrences for the refrain 'which of your God's favors can you deny' which happen to be 31 and subtract to get 24 and this pointed to 55:24. Using a free online Arabic-English dictionary (babylon.com) yielded the results stated above).
Is there anyone out there still looking for God?
(وَلَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا الْإِنسَانَ وَنَعْلَمُ مَا تُوَسْوِسُ بِهِ نَفْسُهُ وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ حَبْلِ الْوَرِيدِ (50:1
(50:1) We created man (humans) and We know what his innermost self whispers to him and We are closer to him than his jugular.
Now, I think it is only polite and equitable to stop claiming that these UFOs/USOs are something any government built or a product of some black budget project and give credit where it is due; Quran was revealed beginning 632 AD and the USA was just a twinkle in our forefathers’ eyes in 1776 AD—what’s been the distraction all this time?
Don’t let's start with the ‘where is God,’ ‘there is no justice,’ ‘bad things happen to good people,’ mantras either; clearly God took the trouble to inform us and gave us a free nature for self-determination—are we some 2 year olds that can’t take responsibility for our own mess and clean it up by now? Or maybe some of us (like toddlers) have yet to grasp the concept of object permanence since we keep looking for God as though ‘He’s’ MIA or AWOL…or just a figment of our imagination when the Signs are telling us that it is we who are a ‘figment’ of ‘His’. {By the way, did you hear the one about the fig and the date...}
While it is encouraging to see that apageinthelife.blogspot.com has been visited by just about every school board in the US and several in the UK, the careful reader is encouraged to read Maxie Time first before delving any deeper into the subject matter presented here. Other than being a shameless attempt at self-promotion of the book by the author, proceeds from Maxie Time sales will help keep this site going and it would only make sense to have some background as to what started all this. It is also important to note that the postings here are not any type of forewarning, but rather a retrospective—Michael first made his presence known in 1992...

1962 ARGENTINA FLAP - "OVNI COMING IN FOR A LANDING!"

The following account may appear to be just another unsolved UFO story but to those following this blog's content closely we know it calls for practical application of phunny physics and mystical math.

Source: La Razon (newspaper); Joseph Trainor produced the following bulletin for UFO ROUNDUP

In August 1962, the newspaper La Razon of Buenos Aires ran an astounding story. An OVNI (Spanish acronym for UFO) had landed at the airfield in Camba Punat, in the province of Corrientes.

According to La Razon, airport manager Luis Harvey was warned by his radar operators that an unannounced airplane was about to land. Running out on the runway, Harvey saw "a luminous object" circling the runway at high speed. Suddenly, the object came down and hovered four feet off the asphalt. Harvey and a dozen other witnesses described it as "a completely spherical body that hovered, spinning on its axis, a few feet above the runway." All the while, the UFO
emitted blinding green, orange and blue lights."

As Harvey and his crew approached the UFO, it soared upward and "vanished at staggering speed."

This, however, was only a warm-up to the big event...

On December 20, 1962, at approximately 2:15 a.m., radar operator Jose Besutti was staring at his scope in the Flight Control Tower at Ezeiza International Airport, just west of Buenos Aires. Suddenly, he saw an unidentified blip and contacted airport manager Horacio Alora. As the tower crew watched, the UFO landed right smack dab on Ezeiza's main runway.


Grabbing a pair of binoculars, Alora spotted a silvery disc-shaped UFO sitting on the runway 2,000 meters (600 yards) from the tower. An "hombrecito" (little man) climbed out and walked around on the asphalt as if it were a road. The UFO had flashing red and white lights.


Just then, the tower radio squawked, "This is Pan-Am 609 Heavy, nonstop jet service from Rio de Janeiro, coming in on final approach."

"Madre de Dios!" Alora shouted, "Tell him not to land."

As one operator raced to the radio, the tower crew heard another transmission from the four-engined Pan American DC-8. "Ezeiza Tower, this is PanAm 609 Heavy. Just passing the outer marker."

Grabbing the microphone himself, Alora shouted, "PanAm, go around! Repeat, go around! Do not attempt to land."

"Passing the inner marker," the pilot said, "Jesus H. Christ! Who left that truck on the runway!?"

"That's no truck!" Alora shouted, "It's a flying saucer!"

Besutti and the others opened the tower windows and began yelling at the UFO occupant (or the clueless truck driver, emphasis mine). "Get out of there! Hurry!"

The occupant simply stood there. Just then, the big jetliner dropped out of the overcast, lights on and engines whining--startled by the sight of the DC-8 descending toward him, the occupant dashed back to the UFO. A hatch popped open in the bottom hemisphere, and he dove through it.

Suddenly, the UFO began glowing. As the DC-8 touched down, it rose to a height of 600 meters (1,980 feet) and then zoomed eastward toward Uruguay "at a vertiginous (dizzying) speed." Five seconds later, the DC-8 on its rollout rushed right over the spot where the UFO occupant had been standing.

Here it is in pictures:



Here it is in other words:

About 2 am on December 20 1962, Fred has a brain (brane) fart and decides to get out of his light duty vehicle and check his engine right in the middle of runway 11-29. There is a DC-8 approaching with so many souls on board and no way to convince the tower crew that they have all fallen asleep and are all having the same bad dream, so it came to pass that a window into another dimension opened up to allow Fred time to clear the runway before his poor judgement ruins Christmas for everyone involved.

For homework: Determine the true location of this alternate dimension and actual "vertiginous" land speed Fred was able to "fly" east toward Uruguay.

Blue Ball Orange Ball

I searched my correspondence file and found this from Alan Bennett (http://www.solargeometry.com/). I think the blue ball at the gas station has generated enough excitement that this information seems timely.

I copied this so as not to have to rewrite it.

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I am writing from Port Aransas, Texas. PA is at the mouth of the Corpus Christi Ship Channel and the Gulf Intracoastal waterway. These days I am the concessions manager on a 70 ft. catamaran fishing boat. We take tourists fishing to 40 plus miles offshore.

Since you asked, I will tell you about what I now call " Orange Ball Day ".

On or about November 20, 1975, I was captain on an 80 ft. crew boat, " The Wilderness ", working out of Port O'Connor, Texas. About 10:30 PM we were returning from a run out to Mallard 33, a shallowwater jack up rig about 3 miles offshore and 20 miles on the Galveston side of the Matagorda Ship Channel, the entry point from the Gulf into Port O'Connor.

It had been an uneventful trip with minimal winds and seas. We were gliding along at 22 knots and I was simply watching to make sure we weren't going to collide with anything.

My engineer was asleep in a cot behind the helm and my deckhand asleep in his cot below in the galley.

I happened to look to my starboard. Already there right out my starboard window was a dimly glowing orange sphere about fifteen times the diameter of the full moon. It pulsated in brightening and dimming in an irregular pulsation. Its appearance was as though you had reached into a barbeque pit at night with a pair of tongs and brought out a briquet and watched the color changes that occured as the air blew over it. And it was cruising alongside of us at our speed.

I can assure you I had never in my life seen anything like that. I decided that the way to make sure I was not hallucinating was to wake my engineer, so I turned around and reached over and shook him: " Hey, Moose... look at this!! "

As soon as he opened his eyes he was looking at it... and he came flying up out of a dead sleep and stood there looking at it, and I had my answer... it was really out there.

Both of us remained silent for the next few minutes. It was me who spoke first, even as we both continued to watch this sphere. " I'm going to throw my light on it and see what happens".

I set the Azimuth on the my spotlight and swung it around sideways so that when I turned the spot on it would illuminate the sphere. My intent was to flip the light on-off-on-off a few times
as if to say " We see you. Now what? "

I flipped on the switch...the spotlight ray went right to the sphere and it simultaneuously, and instantaneously, vanished right before our eyes. This is something maybe 100 feet across.

I grabbed the throttles and stopped the boat dead in the water. We both went outside and scanned the night sky but the object was gone and it did not return. ( Visually, at least ).

Not caring to bore you with further details, I will point out that mathematics and geometry started issuing from my brain a few days later. I took the view then as I do now that this encounter had something to do with that, so I began a long process of trial and error which resulted in the things you have seen on this site.

I invite you, xxxxx, to take your time and review the elucidations planet by planet. I now know they were considered enlightenment itself in several cultures. I personally especially like the
drawing " Mercury, Venus, Earth, the Tai Chi and the Decimal System. " The positions along the NS axis representing the Sun, Mercury, Venus and the Earth are faithfully to correct scale and the distances between each pair are different along that line.

Sun-Mercury distance= 1.0000000000
Mercury-Venus distance= .866025404
Venus-Earth distance=.7172803076

But look what happens when you swing them with a compass to the circumference of a circle with a radius of (orbital distance Venus) to the .75 power. They form seven of the decimal divisions of that circle, taking up equal divisions along the circumference.

If this Earth follows a cosmic star law (and it does) and if it is infinite in number because of this (and it is) then you and I have been here forever and will be, forever. And this is enlightenment.

Thank you again. I look forward to hearing from you again.


My best to you,
Alan Bennett
a 65 year old sailor at Port Aransas, Texas

Planes and Pot Holes

A similar craft was seen plying the skies of Los Angeles around March 2006. It is difficult to believe these things are flying around and we are still driving over pot holes.

The Real Game

There’s some characters amongst them. That’s for sure. There’s one bloke who sure looks like he needs to get a few burgers into him. He’s the skinniest critter that u’s have ever seen. His arms r pretzels and his legs r matchsticks.

He moves like strings r attached to them. His nickname u’s soon discover is Brains. Obviously because that is the widest part of him. That’s his main muscle.
He’s wucken skinny though.

A 3 out of 10 fart would blow him away.

Excerpt from I’M GLAD THAT I AM NOT AN AMERICAN (THE REAL GAME)
by Gordon Egan

Journal Entry for May 14, 1997 at 17:00

Classified:

Top Secret

“We are One!” a voice sounded in her right ear as she drew to a stop at the intersection of Bundy and Santa Monica. “We are taking our anti-smoking campaign overseas,” the voices from the unidentified source continued.

Momentarily, her daughter piped in, “Mommy, that man’s smoke is bothering me.” She frowned for emphasis forcing her Mother to take action. Her Mom reached over to the passenger side of their vehicle and rolled up the window on her daughter’s side.

“Mommy, why does that man look funny?” her daughter added, as Mom pulled herself back up behind the steering wheel. This prompted Mom to look past her daughter to the car with the smoker next to them and carefully assess the driver. The man in the vehicle--a silver Land Rover--rolled forward slowly to bring his driver’s window directly into her line of sight. She could discern from his profile that he was not a normal variant of anyone she would consider a contemporary human.His head was noticeably larger and appeared to be nearly spherical. It was draped with very fine blonde hair--nearly colorless--in a Dutch boy haircut that hung limply in the air between the bottom of the back of his head and his shoulders. His facial features, from what she could see, were very flat, with an imperial chin and small, fine-shaped nose. She sensed he allowed her to peruse him deliberately and when he felt she had taken him in in some detail, he slowly turned from profile to face her.

She was initially taken aback at seeing his face; it was not ugly, in fact its features were perfectly symmetric and perfectly formed, however, it was very strange. Her surprise registered on her face. Reading her confusion, his thin lips traced a quizzical smile, and he leisurely dangled his left arm out of his window and with his thumb flicked the butt of his lit cigarette to let some ashes fly.

Her gaze followed the flow of his black clad arm, with his opaque white hand holding the cigarette. There seemed to be one heart beat between them, then he shook his wrist forcing a watch to peek out from under his long sleeve. He continued to nonchalantly dangle his cigarette out the window while studying her, his fingers perfectly long, thin, regular and manicured. While she could not read the brand on his watch, she understood it to be the very finest in time keeping machinations and she was given to understand that she was late for something. He took advantage of the opportunity that time allowed for her to assimilate all of this information about him by quickly moving into the vacated space in front of her vehicle. The traffic light had briefly turned from red to green and back again, allowing only the one vehicle in front of her through the intersection. He moved so quickly that she did not have time to react and to move her vehicle forward. She did not miss out on the fact that the timing of the traffic signal was irregular.

“Now step out of the car and let her take a good look at you,” a young male authoritative voice commanded. While she clearly heard this directive, her daughter was oblivious to it.

To her amazement, the driver-side door to the man’s vehicle slowly opened, reinforcing the impression that the voice(s) she heard were in fact a real presence, yet somehow not everyone in her surroundings could hear them.

“Mommy, what is he doing?”

She only responded by extending her right arm across her daughter's body to keep her from freeing herself of her seatbelt. She continued to watch carefully, as she was given to understand this particular show was happening just for her benefit.

The man extended a very long, very thin, black clad left leg and well shod foot to the ground. Once his foot landed and he tested his footing, he slowly drew his entire body out of the vehicle and remained standing in place, with his back to her, certainly allowing her the chance to take a very good, long, hard look at him.

He was very tall, his erect frame exceeding the height of his vehicle. His legs were spindly and clad in a tight black fabric that enveloped his lanky legs without revealing his musculature. His slacks were beltless and rested snugly without binding on his thin, masculine frame. He had a very small buttocks almost to the point of being non existent. His hips were narrow. The opaque, semi-glossy fabric of his black shirt draped fluidly around his broad shoulders and long arms and was tucked smoothly into his pants. His bulbous head was balanced on a reed-thin long neck. This last detail bothered her most about his appearance since she surmised his neck was about one-fifth the diameter of an average human neck. Overall, she concluded that he was aesthetically pleasing to the eye despite his unusual appearance.

He slowly turned on his heel to face her and stood motionlessly staring at her. She knew to greet him with the obligatory “Peace!” and she did her best to project telepathically to him, however, he seemed non-responsive. He began to walk toward her and while she strained to hear any kind of communication from him or those intrusive voices—all was silent.

She noticed his gate was unusual; he moved like a puppet on a string--almost as if he wasn’t aclimated to the gravity on Earth. As he approach she sensed her daughter's heightened state of anxiety, so she did what any mother would do—she deftly flipped him the bird. She felt this defiant gesture would at least demonstrate to her daughter that she wasn’t afraid and so neither should she be. That same quizzical smile flitted across his lips, so quickly she wasn’t sure it happened at all. He continued to methodically plod his way to the rear of his vehicle, turning his back to her once he reached the tailgate. He gingerly opened it up and she considered for a moment pinning him between the vehicles by rolling up slowly on him, but she was not sadistic. Had she not been miffed at this display in front of her child, she would have laughed at the sight of his thin limbs flying around in search of something in the back of his SUV, when finally he straightened and turned to face her, this time holding two small bottles of Evian water in one of his hands. He raised them slightly to her eye level, went back into his vehicle and drove forward through the intersection. The timing of the light was such that once his door closed, it turned green.

‘Great, they’ll be poisoning the water next,’ she thought to herself. She wondered why no one else seemed to notice the extra-ordinary length of time for the traffic signal to change. No-one honked or even seemed remotely interested in what she and her daughter had witnessed. She drove west behind him for several city blocks until she had to turn north to the service station, and he continued westbound. His vehicle did not have a license plate. She would have liked to chase him down, but she felt constrained by the presence of her child in the car and the need to get to her son before the nursery school closed.

While she didn't appreciate the mystery, the encounter gave her something to focus on outside the chronic pain in her body, and the migraine in her head; 'Who are 'We' that are 'One' and what do I care about any anti-smoking campaign?'

From Maxie Time, by Raida Abachi