truth serum

[Isaiah Mpski]

Does anyone besides me know what truth serum is?

The world of pharmacological intelligence gathering better frighten you because it may be coming to a court in your area.

Perhaps this post belongs in 1984 but I'm not going to do it over.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Come on.Tell me.What is truth serum,you dumb asses.
Daniel,do you know what tryth serum is and are you aware of fives?

[silentwolf]

Truth Serum is a fabled drug that prevents the drinker from telling anything other than what he believes to be the truth. I have no knowledge of such a drug actually existing.

You'd asked me to relay a story to you; here it is:

A Taijiquan Master once told a student, "I have taught you all that I can up to this point, you know my style as well as I do and can perform any of my techniques the same as I. For this reason, I am sending you away for three years to practice all that I have taught you daily, on your own. At the end of this period, return to me."

The student left and did as he was instructed, and returned three years later. His master said to him upon his return, "Show me your technique."

The student demonstrated, quite proud that over the course of three years, he had not forgotten even a single nuance of his master's teachings. The master frowned and looked trouble after this display, and said to the student, "Go away for another three years, practice as before, and return at the end of this time."

When the student returned, the master said, "Demonstrate your technique."

The student's demonstration showed slight changes, and he knew this. However, to his surprise, the master seemed delighted, and sent him away for another three years.

After the time was up, the student returned, knelt before his master, and said, "Please forgive me; though I have practiced with dedication over these past nine years exactly as you taught me, I cannot perform the techniques as you had instructed me."

"Demonstrate your style," stated the master.

The student complied, and after the display, the master welcomed him with a beaming smile. "When I sent you away, I could teach you nothing else, but you were still not a master of the art. As long as you follow someone else's technique, you cannot be a master; to be a master, you must make the technique your own. The technique is now truly your own, and you are master of your kung fu."

[Isaiah Mpski]

I checked out the web site and was impressed.
Not enough to spend any money but really appreciate the communication and the story again.
I thought that Daniel was complementary toward you wolf.
I'm really going to head to Mexico soon if any others are interested?
Where is Nanouk?

[silentwolf]

And, just because I love Chinese stories:

There once was an old farmer who had two sons. He knew his death was drawing near, so he called in his two sons, Han and Lu, and told them, "All my life I have worked this land simply to leave it to you. My death is near; the fields on the setting sun go to the youngest, Lu, and the fields to the rising sun go to the oldest, Han. Live peaceably with each other after my death as you have in my life."

After speaking these words, the old man died.

The farm was divided as he had said, and for a time, the two brothers worked with each other, helping as they had under their father. But, these things do not always last.

Han married, and his wife said to him one day, "Why should you help Lu in his fields, when you can spend more time with me? Our fields take up enough time; Lu should understand, and he should still help us out."

Han disagreed with her, said that it was his father's wish that he and Lu work with each other, but his wife kept nagging him relentlessly until he finally snapped and said, "Fine, I'll tell Lu I won't help him anymore."

Lu received the news, and said that was fine, he could understand why she would want that, and that he didn't mind helping Han in his fields still.

With that triumph under her belt, Han's wife said, "There is only one of him and two of us; Lu should give us more land so we have more food." At first (again!) Han was outraged over this, and declared he would not dare go against his father's dying wish over the land...but two years of nagging changed that, and Han bullied Lu into giving up half of his land.

After a while longer, Han's wife said, "He still hasn't married; we'll have kids soon and we'll need more land. Tell Lu to give us the rest of the land." Mindless to her will now from the constant nagging, he immediately went to Lu and demanded the rest of the land.

Lu refused, so Han became enraged and thrashed him, tossed him off the land, and told him if he ever came back he'd kill him.

For a while, Lu wandered around, begging for food where he could. One day he came upon a temple and asked for some food, and the head monk asked him his story. Lu explained all to the monk, and then begged the monk to teach him kung fu so he could take his inheritance back.

"Kung fu...yes, we can train you, but you have to do exactly what we say without question."

"Yes, master," was Lu's response.

So the old monk led Lu out to a field and gave him a newborn ox, and a sapling tree.

"You will plant this tree, and care for this ox; 100 times before breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you will hold the ox across your arms and jump back and forth across the tree."

For three years Lu did as he was told, and in that time the oxen grew into its full size, and the tree reached a mighty height. But Lu was getting frustrated, he still had not been taught how to fight, and it seemed as though he never would be.

"Master," implored Lu to the monk, "It has been three years; will you teach me kung-fu now?"

The master laughed heartily and said, "Your training is complete, cut down the tree and fashion a yoke and a plow, take your ox, and return to your rightful lands."

"But master...what do I do when I see my brother? He says he'll kill me if I return, and I don't know how to fight!"

"Pick up the ox and run towards your brother, telling him that you love him," responded the monk with a twinkle in his eye.

So Lu returned to his land, and when Han saw him he bellowed, "What are you doing here? I said I'd kill you and now I will!"

Lu picked up the full-grown ox, ran at his brother and yelled, "I love you brother!"

When Han saw him lift the full grown beast in his arms and sprint his way, he screamed with terror and ran away, never to return.

[silentwolf]

I have no doubts that Daniel was trying to help me fashion that book into a more palatable flavor for consumers, but I feel it would have detracted from its purpose had I done so. My goal was not to weave a spell-binding tale to enthrall the reader, my goal was to supply those who wanted it the techniques I had found to work.

I have found no other guides that were straight to the point on the matter of magic; many of the authors of books I've read on witchcraft have filled their books with stories and lines such as, "I have been sworn to secrecy by more order not to reveal the core workings of magic, lest it fall into the hands of the uninitiated." I want the information out there so people don't have to dumpster-dive for techniques like I did, or attempt to decipher codes and symbolism set up to deter those on the path to power.

Perhaps my next book will be fluffy and comfortable, but it will not be as powerful as the first one, no matter how many purchase it.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Yeah,
I like the Chinese stuff too.I need at least two of their women.

Old pond,new frog.Old frog,new pond.Splash.

Mpski yahoo group PickOverFlow pic.

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[Thom]

Yeah, all of the information is available to all of the people. There are no secret orders worthy of your attention. There are no secrets. If I could underline that I would.

Here's my sage advice to people who think that magic is worth their time: read Shakespeare. Seriously!

And for a step by step guide, for the really stupid, Giordano Bruno couldn't be clearer.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Just to support a Yank,I think I'll order wolf's work mate.
John Donne makes Shakesphere old fashion.

And have you ever read F. Scott Fitzgerald's,The Great Gatbsy?

[Thom]

I also am planning to read Wolfs work. Fitzgerald - nah. Agree with you about Donne though, he was brilliant, but difficult. Very similar to Shakespeare in many ways...

Holy Sonnet XIV, John Donne.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved in fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

[Isaiah Mpski]

Holy Sonnet 14.I think I lived the last part of it.
John D. Son,John D. Son,John D.
Son.Say it real fast,say it real fast,sounds like horses running.

You're right Thom about Fitzgerald and Nelda.I think it was something about the blinking sign for me.Writers Hyponotic potential I would call it.
Manifested in the unconscious suddenly expressed in one's consciousness and is such in the same category as a synchronization of truth serum without much pain.

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