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The Scorpion and the Turtle

02:17 Jan 29 2010
Times Read: 564


For coreyyy :) Pictures, Images and Photos



I am inspired by this story. It has helped me (and others I know) to accept the motives of people who you just plain do not want to understand...



There was a great rainstorm on a secluded island. The ground was disappearing fast due to the rising of the water. Many of the creatures that lived on the island gathered at the highest ground.



A scorpion spotted a turtle and said, "hey turtle...let me climb on your back so that I won't drown when the water rises". The turtle had a good nature, but was perplexed by what he was asked. He said, "If I let you climb on my back, you will sting me and then we both will drown!". The scorpion replied, "Exactly! Now why would I do that? I don't want to drown! Of course I won't sting you!"



The turtle found the scorpion's argument reasonable. He decided to let the scorpion climb up on his back and float out into the water. Hours passed and the rain kept coming down. All the land was submerged in water...and the scorpion grew restless.



Finally the scorpion stung the turtle. The turtle felt the poison paralyze his muscles and he cried out to the scorpion, "Why? Why? Why would you do this to me? Now we will both drown!"



The scorpion replied..."I couldn't help it. I am a scorpion. It is in my nature"



Remember in life that there will always be scorpions. Know them by their nature, but do not let them into your life. You will never understand the motives of a scorpion. If you did, you would be alive

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Vampire in history by (By Morrigan Brak)

23:12 Jan 23 2010
Times Read: 576


What is it about the fictional vampyre that draws our deepest desires to the surface? Is it perhaps their power over their victims? Or possibly the seductive yet evil nature that is portrayed by the media? Or maybe it is just because we all want to be immortal. What ever the reasoning is, Vampyre fever has afflicted the general populace as never before. More and more movies are featuring our favorite fanged friend. The Gothic scene is an explosion...bleeding over into nearly every one of the "normal" small towns of America. You can't even go to a bookstore without being bombarded by works of fiction dedicated to our most beloved "monster". I too have found myself wrapped up in the rapture media has to offer on an entertainment level. I have spent countless hours in a candle lit room reading Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicals...or watching every vamp movie I can get my hands on until I know the script word for word. Yet, I can't seem to understand even my own fascination. I know that what I am seeing on the television or reading in a book is only fantasy... Or is it? And on that note, these things I must ask...as many before me have also.... How much of these "fictional" characters are based on truths? Are Vampyres themselves Making these movies? Writing these books? Writing the rules to the role play games? Would that not be the ultimate "Masquerade"? Does our fear of what lurks in the shadows of a moonless night keep us blinded to the reality of things? Do we choose to stay that way because "ignorance is bliss"? Do we embrace Vampyres in a fictional sense that we may sleep better at night? After all, why would you have to protect yourself against a fantasy? Perhaps these questions may never be answered... We most likely already have all the answers already. How many among us are willing to acknowledge what we already know? Art Imitates Life.... think about it.


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hahahaha so true (the Bird)

05:23 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 580


A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.



Moral of the story:

1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy

2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend

3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!


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Turkey and the bull

05:20 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 581


A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.



Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.


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Lifes lessons 2

05:17 Jan 21 2010
Times Read: 582


A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.



A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.



Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.


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History of Rehmeyer's Hollow( From where I use to Live)

18:59 Jan 18 2010
Times Read: 595


The Germans, who immigrated to Pennsylvania in the 1600s to the early 1800s brought their healing and protective arts with them and traded their esoteric knowledge with Native American tribes who lived in the area. This blend produced a unique form of Shamanism that combines European and Native knowledge and practices. This mix is also called Hexeri and Braucheri and practitioners, respectively are called Hexenmeisters and Brauchers.



Shamanism is the oldest form of religion. The belief is that there is one Supreme Being and that all is derived from this and is interrelated. In Europe, Shamanic practitioners were persecuted as witches in the name of orthodox religion.



As with all religions, there is the upside and there is the downside. The downside of the Judeo-Christian tradition is Satanism, which corrupts this tradition as well as Western European Shamanism, also called Witchcraft, Paganism and Wicca. The downside of PowWow is a corruption by practitioners, Hexmeisters, who would cast hexes on anyone for a price. Even the police feared them. These German immigrants came to Pennsylvania during the late 1800s. Unlike the PowWows, who were mainly of the peasant class and came here for religious freedom, these newcomers were of the middle and upper classes. There was, at the time, a revival of occultism in Europe, some of which was Satanic. It was this influence they brought with them. This wave of immigrants is the Pennsylvania Germans. The first wave is the Pennsylvania Dutch.



In the 1920s, the Dutch Country of Pennsylvania was an eclectic mix of those who practiced the Witcherie, wannabes, never weres and never would be's who know little of the Dutch and Germanic practices and made up their own practices as they went along, and the Gypsies who lived with mainstream society.



John Blymire was born in York County, 1895, into this world of witchcraft, magick and superstition. His father and grandfather were PowWows. He inherited their healing abilities, but, not the strength of their skills.



When Blymire was five, he suffered from the opnema, a wasting away of the body that was believed to be caused by hexes, but was usually caused by malnutrition. Neither his grandfather nor father could cure him, so they took him to a powerful PowWow, a taciturn giant of a man, Nelson Rehmeyer who cured him. When the boy was ten, Blymire worked for Rehmeyer, digging up potatoes.



At age seven, Blymire "tried for" his first cure and was successful. He was of limited intelligence, homely and only modestly successful as a PowWow. People avoided him, except when they needed his PowWowing. He was lonely.



When he was thirteen, he quit school and worked in a cigar factory in York. He kept to himself, but word got out that he could heal. He supplemented his cigar factory earnings by accepted voluntary offerings for his work as a PowWow.



One day, there was an incident that should have made his reputation as a powerful PowWow. When work was done, Blymire and the other workers were leaving the factory and someone screamed that a "mad" dog was approaching. A collie, foaming at the mouth, was coming toward them. People tried to go inside the factory, but those leaving blocked their way. Blymire stood between them and the rabid dog, said an incantation and made the sign of the cross over the dog's head. The dog's mouth stopped foaming and it seemed to be cured of rabies. Blymire patted it on the head and the dog, tail wagging, followed him as he walked down the street.



Blymire, shortly after this, suffered from the opnema again. He was convinced someone had put a hex on him, maybe a jealous competing PowWow who did not want him to be successful.



He quit his job in order to discover who had hexed him. He worked as a janitor, sexton's assistant, busboy and PowWow for financial survival and lived in rooming houses.



It was at a rooming house where he met Lily, the woman who would become his wife. His health improved, he found a regular job and his PowWowing clientele increased. It appeared the hex was removed or no longer worked.



Then, Blymire's first child died within a few weeks, the second, three days after birth, his health declined and he lost his job.



He, again, consulted with other witches to find out who had hexed him. One was Andrew C. Lenhart, a powerful witch whom even the police feared. All Lenhart said that he was hexed by someone close to him. Blymire was convinced it was Lily. She began to fear him and her father hired a lawyer and had Blymire evaluated by a psychiatrist. The diagnosis was borderline psychoneurosis. Blymire was committed to a state mental hospital from which he escaped by walking out of the door. There was no effort to recommit him. Lily divorced him.



In 1928, Blymire returned to work at the cigar factory where he met 14-year-old John Curry who had a cruel childhood due to abuse. The youth believed he was hexed.



Shortly after this, they met a farmer, Milton J. Hess who believed he was hexed. He and his wife were of Pennsylvania Dutch stock. They believed in Hexeri and obeyed all of the regulations and rules Hexenmeisters gave them. Milton had been a successful farmer. His crops flourished, chickens laid the right amount of eggs and the cows' milk was plentiful. His wife, Alice had a stand at the farmer's market, for pin money, where she sold vegetables, flowers and fruit.



In 1926, for no reason that was apparent, things took a downward spiral. Crops began to fail, chickens were stolen and those that weren't did not lay eggs, cows would not eat and no longer produced milk. Milton's health was affected. Wilbert, his 17-year-old son was also affected, psychologically, by hearing his father complain about the failures and lack of money and his mother changing from an energetic cheerful woman into a sad and silent one who withdrew from communicating with family.



The family was convinced they were hexed.



Milton got a job as a truck driver for the Pennsylvania Tool Company on North George Street in York. Alice still had her stand, now, out of financial necessity.



In June, 1928, Milton met Blymire who lived in the Widow Detwiler's boarding house the alley. They would talk daily and the conversation, eventually, turned to hexes and the fact the Blymire was a Braucher.



It was about this time that Blymire consulted Nellie Noll, the Witch of Marietta, also known as "the River Witch" in the quest to discover who had hexed him. She told him that it was the Witch of Rehmeyer's Hollow, after much coaxing from Blymire, she named Nelson D. Rehmeyer.



Milton Invited Blymire, as a Braucher, to his farm where the witch could see its condition for himself. He asked Blymire who had hexed the family, but try as he could, he could not come up with a name, so he visited Nellie Noll again.



She told him who the hexer was. Again she named Nelson D. Rehmeyer. The Witch of Marietta added that Rehmeyer had also hexed Curry.



All they had to do was to get Rehmeyer's copy of John George Hohman's "Pow-wows or Long Lost Friend" and burn it. If they could not do that, they must get a lock of his hair and bury it 6 to 8 feet underground. Long Lost Friend was written in 1820 and is the spell book for PowWows. Sometimes, it is referred to only as "the book".



Blymire told the Hesses and Curry that Rehmeyer had hexed all of them. Plans were made for Blymire, Curry and Hess to visit Rehmeyer and get a lock of hair or the book, do with which they got as directed and the hex would be removed.



Once Blymire, Curry and the Hesses knew who had hexed them and what had to be done, there was a conference. Attending this meeting were Blymire, Curry and Milton, older brother Clayton and Wilbert Hess.



Blymire, Curry and the appointed Hess, Wilbert, would visit Rehmeyer and get a lock of his hair or the book. Clayton, the only family member who had a car, would drive them to the hollow.



As events happened, Wilbert said he did not feel well and did not want to go. Blymire said it was okay if he did not. He and Curry would get the book or the lock of hair and would do what they had to.



When they got to Rehmeyer's house, they discovered he was not home. They walked to the witch's ex-wife's house and saw light, so they knocked on the door. The duo was told that Rehmeyer was probably at his girlfriend's house. They walked back to the witch's house. There was light on the second floor.



Blymire knocked on the door. Rehmeyer opened the door. He was much larger than Blymire remembered and was mean looking. Blymire asked if they could come in and Rehmeyer led them to the parlor where they sat and talked.



Blymire asked Rehmeyer if he had seen the book. The response was yes. The next question was if he had one. Again, the answer was affirmative. Blymire was satisfied with the answers. The conversation, then, turned to more mundane topics. Finally, Rehmeyer asked them why they had stopped by. Blymire told him that he had cured him of the opnema when he was a child and he had worked by picking potatoes for him.



Blymire, while they talked, try to mentally will Rehmeyer to hand over the book, but this was not effective. After a while, Rehmeyer said he was going to bed and they could sleep downstairs if they wanted to.



Curry quickly fell asleep while Blymire stayed awake trying to will the old witch to give them the book. Finally, he woke Curry and told him that he could not control Rehmeyer's mind. Should they try to use force and make him give them the book or a lock of hair? Blymire decided against this because the old witch was a big man and could easily overpower them. He decided they needed help.



That morning, Rehmeyer got up early and made the duo breakfast before left. The two hitch-hiked back home. At some point, they bought a 25 foot length of strong rope and cut it into lengths of about 14 ½ inches.



On Wednesday, November 27th, 1928, the night of the full moon and eve before Thanksgiving, Clayton drove the trio to Rehmeyer's Hollow. The three walked to Rehmeyer's house.



They demanded that he give them the book. He threw his wallet at them. Then, the three attacked Rehmeyer. Blymire wrapped a length of rope around Rehmeyer's neck. The trio fought savagely with the old man, then Curry got a block of wood and hit Rehmeyer in the head. The old man was kicked in the head and the stomach and his face was battered. Blymire said he groaned, took a few breaths, then died.



They ransacked the house and found, according to Wilbert, $.97. According to DA Herrmann, later, it was $2.80. The trio decided they had to get rid of the evidence that would tie them into the murder. Curry thought setting fire to the house would achieve this. They lit matches and dropped them in the house to set the fire. The house was smoldering when they left.



The house did not burn as they thought it would. A neighbor, Oscar Glatfelter, passing by Rehmeyer's house on November 30th, heard his mule braying. When the man checked on the animal, he saw it had not been fed. Glatfelter knocked on the door and there was no answer, but the door was unlocked. After the neighbor entered the house, he saw the Rehmeyer's corpse lying on the floor.



It did not take the police long to arrest Blymire, Curry and Wilbert for the murder of Rehmeyer. All three confessed and Blymire said he was at peace now that he had killed the witch. He was glad the witch was dead. The newswire services informed the public that a practicing witch had been killed in York County, Pennsylvania. This was the beginning of the publicity that was to attract Clarence Darrow's attention.



Although Curry was only 14, the age of reason, in Pennsylvania, at the time was 7, so he was tried as an adult. Although Darrow was outraged, he offered no legal assistance to Curry.



The trials began on January 9th, 1929. Judge Sherwood presided. DA Amos W. Herrmann represented the commonwealth. Public defenders Walter W. VanBaman represented Curry and Herbert B. Cohen, Blymire. The Hess family could afford to hire Harvey A. Gross, the best criminal defense attorney in the area.



Judge Sherwood decreed that all mention of hexes and witchcraft in the confessions be edited out of the confessions before they were admitted to records. The attempts of the defense attorneys to make hexes and witchcraft a matter of record via testimony were quashed.



Herrmann made his opening statements, avoiding all mention of witchcraft and hexes and forgot to mention the motive for the murder that the judge wanted. He was sharply reminded of this. The decreed motive was robbery and, then, was stated.



When Cohen tried to bring out testimony about witchcraft, the judge thwarted his efforts.



The trials were the speediest in Pennsylvania. By obstruction of justice, the judge got what he wanted, guilty verdicts, Blymire and Curry, murder in the first degree and Hess, murder in the second degree.



The sentences were handed down on January 14th. Blymire and Curry were given life in prison and Wilbert was given 10 to 20 years. In 1934, Hess and Curry were paroled and lived quiet lives in the York area. Curry became an artist and died in 1962. Blymire was finally paroled in 1953, returned to York and worked as a janitor.



Had the trial been held today, undoubtedly, the references to witchcraft and hexes would have been part of the defense under the First Amendment rights. Curry would not have been tried as an adult. Blymire and Wilbert might have been found not guilty by reason of insanity. The jury, primarily made up of the Pennsylvania Dutch, because of the society they lived in, most likely would have shared the same belief as the defendants did and, because of this, acquitted them of murder. But, now is now; then was then.



Is it possible that spell casting works, albeit it, if merely psychologically? The answer is yes. According to those of us who have studied hexes and curses and why they work, we have found that the spell caster has to believe that she or he has the power to cast hexes and curses. The target has to have the same belief. The psychosocial environment they live in, in general, has to support this belief. What happened in the Rehmeyer murder evidences this.


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Ponder this

22:18 Jan 01 2010
Times Read: 609


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways ,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.



We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.



We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.



We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.



We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.



These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...



Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.



Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.



Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.



Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.



Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.



Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.



AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:



Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.



By Georges Carlin


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things to ponder

22:16 Jan 01 2010
Times Read: 610


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways ,but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.


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Bear and two travelers

22:14 Jan 01 2010
Times Read: 611


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Two men were traveling together, when a Bear suddenly met them on their path. One of them climbed up quickly into a tree and concealed himself in the branches. The other, seeing that he must be attacked, fell flat on the ground, and when the Bear came up and felt him with his snout, and smelt him all over, he held his breath, and feigned the appearance of death as much as he could. The Bear soon left him, for it is said he will not touch a dead body. When he was quite gone, the other Traveler descended from the tree, and jocularly inquired of his friend what it was the Bear had whispered in his ear. "He gave me this advice," his companion replied. "Never travel with a friend who deserts you at the approach of danger."

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