How Will the Human Race End?

[zachariah]

I Can Only Imagine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xwzItqYmII&feature=related

Healing Rain



Finally Home



I'm gonna wrap my arms around my daddy's neck and tell him that I've missed him and tell him
all about the man that i became and hope that it pleased him there's so much i want to say
there's so much i want you to know.


When i finally make it home, when i finally make it home.

Then I'll gaze upon the throne of the King frozen in my steps and all the questions that i
swore i would ask words just won't come yet so amazed at what I've seen so much more than this
old mind can hold.

And the sweetest sound my ears have yet to hear voices on angels.

When I finally make it home, when i finally make it home.

 

[Harconen]

LIBER XLIV
THE MASS OF THE PHOENIX

The Magician, his breast bare, stands before an altar on which are his Burin, Bell, Thurible, and two of the Cakes of Light. In the Sign of the Enterer he reaches West across the Altar, and cries:

Hail Ra, that goest in thy bark
Into the caverns of the Dark!

He gives the sign of Silence, and takes the Bell, and Fire, in his hands.

East of the Altar see me stand
With light and musick in my hand!

He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell 333 - 55555 - 333 and places the Fire in the Thurible.

I strike the Bell: I light the Flame;
I utter the mysterious Name.
ABRAHADABRA

He strikes eleven times upon the Bell.

Now I begin to pray: Thou Child,
Holy Thy name and undefiled!
Thy reign is come; Thy will is done.
Here is the Bread; here is the Blood.
Bring me through midnight to the Sun!
Save me from Evil and from Good!
That Thy one crown of all the Ten
Even now and here be mine. AMEN.

He puts the first Cake on the Fire of the Thurible.

I burn the Incense-cake, proclaim
These adorations of Thy name.

He makes them as in Liber Legis, and strikes again Eleven times upon the Bell. With the Burin he then makes upon his breast the proper sign.

Behold this bleeding breast of mine
Gashed with the sacramental sign!

He puts the second Cake to the wound.

I stanch the Blood; the wafer soaks
It up, and the high priest invokes!

He eats the second Cake.

This Bread I eat. This Oath I swear
As I enflame myself with prayer:
"There is no grace: there is no guilt:
This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!"

He strikes Eleven times upon the Bell, and cries

ABRAHADABRA.
I entered in with woe; with mirth
I now go forth, and with thanksgiving,
To do my pleasure on the earth
Among the legions of the living.

He goeth forth.

[zachariah]

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

[Sumai4444]

05-13-2013 the anunnaki prepare for journey away from earth

[foreground]

I don't think the human race, as in every one dead, will end unless something like an asteroid hits our planet and even then we'd try our hardest to stop it. Humans have been around for a very long time and come from a very long way. Think about it, at one point there were only a few thousand humans, but they managed to keep thriving and here we are today, using machines in our homes to communicate with people all over the world.

"The dinosaurs were a lot bigger than us, ruled the earth for a far longer time, but they ended, too!"

dinosaurs didn't have technology

[Out of Sight, Out of Mind]

We "ruled" the earth for a fraction of the time as the dinosaurs!  If the dinos hadn't died out, we sure wouldn't be here. Their dying out is what made the room for mammals to evolve.

And I sure don't think that our present technology could stop an asteroid.  The human race will be as extinct as any other species that ruled the earth if we have another cataclysm.

[Sumai4444]

My views based on history , human nature, and the natural gift of all humans, a deep intuition to things beyond reason.
The human race will not end now or ever. Evolve and change,certainly . Such a bold statement will be disagreed by most and I am fully prepared to answer in turn any concerns about how and why I draw this conclusion.

[TWGilbert]

The Blind, The Horse, The Mulberry Bush, and The Water


“But where will God lead us?” ask the bureau-
crats of visionaries. “Far away from
knowing,” they respond. “God’s mission thorough-
ly expects that we children will all come

to enjoy all the rides at His county
fair, His fun times playpen, and resist all
that peace affords, to dance in Earth’s bounty
and stay lost pursuing Nothings: that call

of the Mountie, chasing criminal ghosts
to return what Grails they have stolen to
their rightful owners, all those hopeless hosts
who know less than what laws allow.” “Are you

sure?” The bureaucrats ask. “Our only task,”
say visionaries, “is lifting the mask.”




You’ve all ways been, you are here now, you will
be all there is. There’re books they’ve found from times
long past that state this like a quiz. What’s still
stays still, what moves is change, all life has rhymes

with both; our yin and yang trade lots with Tao,
so all can know life’s growth. There is no end,
there is no time, there is but here and now.
All else is hopes and dreams and turns to send

us back to ‘how’. The times we’ve come and gone
and come and gone we cannot add. Each age
is when God blinks an eye, or lights life’s dawn
a tad, or writes a page for fiend or sage,

so games are fair and fowl. So mind the prowl
of cats and snakes that hiss and strike and growl.



You are that he, who knows no bounds, whose home
is time and space, whose box of crimes is filled
with rhymes that ask what drives life’s race. You’ll roam
this stretch of Hell’s great depth with all that’s billed

as fine; but what you share is your own fare,
you will not draw the line. You are the first
to see the script; you should have looked with care.
You did not know the loss you’d find, the worst

prize in death’s square. Your tree of life is all
there is as source and goal in time. Your task
was snared with what’s been aired; it fits this crawl
through slime. There is no grace that solves the mask,

this game of peek a boo; so blast right through
these veils in life, and find out you are “who.” *

*(The owl is not wise at all; its truth is in the game;
  for wisdom lies in what it says, the “Hu” which speaks your name.)



When God the Mom and God the Dad sit for
a game of chess, and fiends and saints choose sides
to see which moves will curse or bless, their score
is tied at one to one, with love that hides

their plans, where hands of fate are charged to see
which plays will lead the clans. The game will cross
an age or more, and all moves will be free.
The give and take of pawn and knight is loss

that feeds life’s tree. This game is staged from charts
while sides choose arms and shields and wards. The rules
can change to suit the play, so too with parts
and boards. The game is played to see if fools

can bridge blind holes with peace, so those who lease
a square in time can move, when played, or cease.



If You Were Wondering


First the good news: “We’re immortal.” Now, the
bad news: ”We’re immortal.” With minds wide o-
pen, forever, there’s need for simple a-
musement with aspects of Divine Self, so

awareness of permanent solitude
is not a constant. There you have it: all
of the games of persistence and the rude
persistence of games in a nutshell. Fall

from grace is viewed as diversionary
moments in materialization,
play time in a play, excursionary
visitation far from Realization,

that state of Being One, far from the fun
of, “Now we are here; look what we’ve begun.”



“Green Grow the Rushes…”


“One is One and all alone and ever
more shall be so.” How can a song older
than dirt say all there is to know, never
hinting at depths, what’s hotter or colder,

though placed in scriptural terms, or leading
farther on towards what’s based in native rhymes,
wind’s pages, water’s letters, sand’s pleading,
fire’s breathing? Who makes for crow’s nest climbs,

searching, needing logic’s lands of why, that
leap across fluid‘s rights to share certain
death for all trying to escape Hell’s mat
and lair by hiding behind Eve’s curtain,

that Nothing left to show: One is One though
all alone and ever more shall be so.



When Payment and Raiment are the Same


When God provides mythologies for all
His children dear: variety of pi-
ety that seems so damned sincere; those tall
tales are a smoke screen blinding all and hi-

ding Truth, with lessons leading nowhere for
each ghost and tramp and sleuth, revealing not
a single clue for passage through Hell’s door:
that locked exchange between the worlds that’s rot-

ten to the core. Diversions that we think
are life are roving games of chance, that change
with every thought we think, or when we blink
or glance, or view these worlds we think aren’t strange

while drifting through our dreams, where nothing seems
to offer peace that’s free of Hell’s extremes.




All is as One; there’s no divide; One’s Soul
is all there is, though forms are infinite
in kind, God knows All Soul is His. One’s goal
is in revealing The Divine that’s lit

within, that hidden spark that’s One with All,
that’s never touched by sin, that breaks forth from
its form and shell, its limitation’s stall,
a home away from Om, that is the sum

of Mother’s call. We all are part of One
Great Being, infinite and free, that share
a common origin that was begun
with three root causes: flame, light, heat that bear

all worlds within their sphere, while sparkling fear,
through light and love, helps burn our funeral bier.



Illusions in illusions cause no end
in all of time, where space is just time’s friend
in deed, and motion fits life’s crime, where blend
of junk in orbits fixed may help to send

us home, or foster new attachments to
God’s fools who need to roam. Confusion in
confusion makes disorder through and through,
where Babel Tower’s power makes all sin

a “Who knows who.” With all those layers trapped
in layers it’s no wonder why, we fail
to find sane answers to life’s questions wrapped
like sky, in constant motion seen through veil,

a spider web disguise, where all God’s lies
of Truth and Love make fools of those thought wise.



Down, down we fall from Heaven’s gate re-veiled
in time’s worn cave, a playground slide that’s fun
to ride as long as we behave, as jailed
and cuffed parolees under lock and gun

detail, surrounded by some friends and toys
where all life’s play will fail to free the lost,
all those stuck here through wreck and storm and noise,
where few can tell which offers smell: the cost

each fool enjoys. If you can’t think, you’re dead
to lost with all that you endure. You’d have
to keep score by yourself to know who’s fed
life’s cure, the anti-virus, shot, or salve,

that magic little key, that’s hard to see
in darkness planned that guarantees what’s free.



Reincarnation is the way that God
re-tills the Earth. It’s not the best way to
ensure that souls have destined worth. The odd
thing is we think we’re chosen, blessed with new

design, that fosters chances for lost souls,
allows us to refine our means and ways
to challenge Fate and reach for Heaven’s goals,
with all things new there’s just a chance our plays

won’t reap huge tolls. But take a second. Look
around: this world where freedom rings, where peace
and love and cherished thoughts help breed Hell’s book
on things, that may be evil or release

some ills that halt designs, where clues and signs
of righteous Truth make lies steer what confines.

[Jennie McGrath]

1. There will eventually be another Ice Age, Earth's normal temperature is cold and ice, we have just been in a warming trend right now, which has allowed civilization to thrive. That won't be for another couple of thousand of years.

2. The sun will eventually burn out, that won't be for millions of years.

3. Global warming will eventually make the world unihabitable, hundreds or thousands of years, depending on who you ask.

4. We could get hit by an asteroid or invaded by aliens, that could happen at any time!

[Rebelitarian]

I am pretty sure we have joined our Lyran neighbors by then.

[Bad monkey]

The human race is bound to no longer exist at sometime, for the sake that we are constantly evolving. Neaderthal Man and Cro-Magnon man are no longer around, and dinosaurs may or may not have evolved into birds.  Whop knows what we will evolve into in a hundred million years?  It's bound to not be human, though, and they shall probably scorn what we are right now as much as we scorn the images and ways of our own past descendents.

Neanderthal and Cro-magnon are extinct, prove it. How do you call them Descendants and call them extinct?

http://www.pdf-archive.com/2012/01/20/gooch-the-neanderthal-legacy-opt2

http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn26523-oldest-european-genome-illuminates-diverse-ancestry.html#.VGZivvnF9IE


Every Neanderthal had the second toe long than the big toe, in the 50's Dr. Dudley Morton called this Morton's toe and claimed the extra joint was what the monkey's used to climb trees. I have this problem, get it Bad Monkey.......

Has anyone here seen the Bock Saga? In my version the monkey was the Neanderthal and the goat were Crow-Magnon. And that breeding program was about mixing the races.

If there is a God, you have to wonder, for what purpose did he make humanity?  Especially, a lifeform as mutable as us, that changes over time, metamorphasizes into something that will end up totally different from what it started out as - a primitive mammal barely any better than an ape.

That's a fact