I agree with you, with so many well-informed amateurs on this board, it was wrong of Guinastasia to make an “argument from authority” (it’s wrong anyway, for that matter). But when you say things like this:
…you reveal that you’re not well-informed on this subject, and therefore poorly-qualified in making the assertions you’ve made in this thread.
When FriarTed, Captain Amazing, Little Nemo and others are correcting you with specific Bible references, chapter and verse, and better knowledge of the European Union’s workings than yours, is that not a clue to you that maybe you should have thought this out a little better before posting the OP?
Look, Guy, this ought to be obvious, but nobody can stop you from worrying if that’s what you’re determined to do.
In addition to the other points made here, didn’t Jesus say that he would come back before his own followers died? If that didn’t happen, there’s not much reason to accept this antichrist/Beast stuff. This kind of doomsaying is called “millennialism” for a reason - it got very popular around 1000 CE (and hey, we’re still here).
It’s actually called millennialism after the 1000 years that Satan is supposed to be chained and Christ will reign over a golden age, prior to the coming of the Anti-Christ and all that drama.
My 10th grade social studies textbook was wrong! How can that be?! :eek:
Wait, so there’s supposed to be a 1000-year golden age before the antichrist shows up? Since that presumably hasn’t started, that means we’re very much in the clear.
I respectfully submit that current times are exactly like previous times, when it comes to people troubled by the random senselessness of life endeavoring to explain things via prophecies, visions and conspiracies.
Nowadays, instead of Children’s Crusades and tarantellas we have the Internet to enable mass delusional activity.
If it is End Times there is absolutely nothing you can do to forestall it. Possibly the carefree doubters might appreciate a distribution of your worldly goods.
Isn’t the final goal of the Apocalyspe a purification of the Earth and those left over (behind?). Or is the point to be “raptured” so that you miss what comes next in God’s lil plan for Earth? If God (Jesus) is going to separate the sheep from the goats and all that-what happens afterwards? Do all the sheep live in harmony? How can they–too many of one species chasing too few resources, no?
Which is it? What’s the point of the Rapture, besides getting to live in the Light of Jesus[sup]TM[/sup]?(I’m curious).
Ok so tell me what month and year it will be. Whats that? You don’t know. Hmmm
Dude every generation thinks they are in the end times get a damn grip. Imagine living in London the year of the great fire in 1666, I’m sure they thought they were in end times.
:rolleyes: Thanks for misinterpreting everything I said. I merely mentioned that history is my area of expertise. You don’t seem to know jackshit about it, to be perfectly frank.
I do appologize, though for my comments. My only excuse is that I spoke out of frustration. Let’s just leave the comment that history is my bag and leave it at that. :o
And this is happening WHERE? :dubious:
Dude, I don’t know what kind of drugs you’re on, but I want some.
Also, didn’t someone a few years back come up with an accurate portrait of what Jesus MIGHT have looked like, considering his background, nationality, and what all? And it looked nothing like the pictures?
I began this whole post by simply asking what others might have heard about this fellow Solana, and making it clear that I was inquiring about him and the subject in general with an open mind and really nothing more. But then things kinda turned this way and that way when people started calling me a Bible thumper and getting sarcastic as we went along … basically attacking me and not the subject.
Personally, I’m only interested in the truth of things. And yet to some degree it strikes me that many people are more interested in taking shots at Christians for the purpose of situating themselves into some type of cozy rapport with like-minded people, leaving the pursuit of truth as a secondary thing.
While I certainly appreciate your suggestion that I basically layout my life story in order to bring things into focus with respect to where I’m coming from, the problem is that it would require me to write what would basically be a 900-page book in order to do it justice. I’m game for doing that, save for the fact that I’m not exactly a speed demon in the typing skills department, hence I could never cover that much ground.
Someone noted that my comments in how I framed a Bible passage remark suggested that I’m poorly informed in the scriptures, and therefore am not qualified to say much on the topic. But I never tried to make myself seem anything more than what I am – just a simple schmuck trying to understand this profoundly strange thing called life. But I guess it goes back to your point that things might be easier if I layout the particulars of some of my mystical experiences and explain how I filter the Bible (of what little I think I understand of it) and what’s going on in the world in general. But again, THAT’S a big mountain to climb! (And I’m not so sure I could endure that much ridicule that would certainly dog me if I were to try.)
Okay, just for fun, I’ll layout in their sequencial order some of the things that I’ve experienced and/or have been witness to during my journey in this world. Of course, I can only give very brief discriptions and so there’ll not be much improvement in terms of anyone getting a clearer understanding of where I’m coming from. I would guess that by my doing this it will at least suggest that some people’s lives maybe a little more marked by mystical experiences than others, so maybe in that way something will be accomplished, I don’t know.
First I want to make three points: 1) To me it is as Socrates said: Truth is like a barn door; while you can’t help but hit some of it, you can’t hit all of it either. 2) I actually have MANY questions/doubts about certain things said in the Bible. (I would have in time gotten around to them had I not been quite so much put on the defense.) 3) There are people that are aware of me and what I’m about, so I have to be a little careful.
Okay, the flamers I going to murder me but here goes …
born 1954 in owosso, mi
before my birth I was with Jesus and one or two other males that watched me float up and away from a river bank.
i was in and out of my body going to and from oblivion, and those memories are hazy.
i woke up in my body siting in a ladies lap as a fellow drove. we licked tongues at her initiative, and then at mine. she told me, “you’re going to be famous.” a rat was in the car and the guy nonchalantly picked it up by the tail and tossed it out the window. we kept driving and then she said i was (now) going to live with my “real” family.
i met my family: one sister and three older brothers. dad worked at a car factory and mom was mostly in a nuthouse for bad nerves, i think.
on two or three occassions i woke up in my dad’s truck and as we pulled into the driveway he’d say, “mom is home.” i’d run to her as she stood outside the house, we’d hug.
a lady my dad met came to live with us. she unknowingly unleashed a sexual spirit in the house that wasted no time going after me. when i first experienced it, it caressed my private area and i said in my heart to God, “i’m going to sin.” it was so unbelieveably beautiful and at the same time i knew it was totally evil. when i said those words in my heart a presense came into the room encompassing the whole ceiling area, and that thing, which i couldn’t see, backed off and left (for a while). it was not a real noticiable presense at all, and i took it to be God. right after i stated my thoughts, it was communicated to me these words: “if you do what you are thinking about, it will be the same as destroying yourself.”
i sat on a couch in the small house alone and said, “i’m ready.”
i woke up in the car and saw Jesus in the clouds (and you know the rest).
i was sitting on the floor of the house (not knowing my mom was home in the other room) and this thing that sorta looked like a child’s etcha-skitch line came straight out of near the top of a wall and flickered. with each movement, flicker, it telepathecally said this (and even point towards where my mom was): “go tell your mother that you hate her and that you want to stab her and kill her.” it then went back into the wall and was gone. i stood up and called my mom and said what i was told to say. at first i started out like i meant what i was saying but caught myself half way through and finished. she slapped me hard across the face, cutting me with a fingernail, i screamed and did a little jig and then ran outside (knowing that i blew it). as i was heading out the door i heard a very faint woman’s voice say that it was alright, i screamed back that it wasn’t.
10 i started going to bed with my shoes on because i was depressed and my sister said i had to take them off. after a day or so i felt better and reflected on what had happened and said in my heart/mind “one day i’m going to tell on them because of what they did to me.”
i was dropped off by some people and was standing inside the house while others were putting up things on the walls for halloween or someone’s birthday, and i thought “i was away for awhile but don’t remember what things were about. but it was bad and it had something to do with witches.”
my brother gale and i were out at this tiny, delapadated house and he said that the lady ruby had died. we walked around in it and i asked myself, “is this her? is she the one?” i quickly concluded that she wasn’t and we went on to do something else.
i out of the blue suddenly had a very strong interest in women’s feet. i wanted very much to see, touch … the neighbor ladies feet, mrs. timm. it left after i’d guess a couple of weeks as quickly as it came.
since my fall from grace, i was finding it impossible to keep myself from making it a point to place my head under the butt of my dad’s lady friend. she’s sit on the couch’s arm talking to someone and i’d act like i was sleepy and go and lay my face as close to her ass as i could without getting slapped around for it.
we moved to a basement house. it was circa 1960, i think. i was around 6. my dad’s lady friend and her girls were now living with us, in a house that only consisted of a basement and garage.
a black panther escaped from a carnival in or near ovid, mi. a guy on the radio would interupt the show and say something like, "they haven’t found the black panther yet. experts ssay it screams like a woman during the day and cries like a baby at nite (or maybe it was visa versa). i was intrigued.
someone took me and my brother to chuch, a rare thing, and the preacher was saying “if you ask God to do something and it’s in His will, He’ll do it. but you have to have faith, you have to believe.” i was so small then that i couldn’t see him over the phew even though he was right there.
after supper one evening i ran across the lawn towards a plowed field and shouted, “God, let me see the black panther!” i stopped and looked in front of me but didn’t see it. i looked to my right where the sun was going down, and did see it. i began turning my head towards my left while thinking that i don[t have enough belief when I saw a large black cat looking straight at me with its eyes glowing and its body at an angle where i could see its length. i became somewhat concerned and ran up into a wooden platform that my older brothers made in a tree. i soon came down and we to some steps to the house while thinking “what just happened doesn’t happen to most people. if God loves a person so much then why does He just drop them off in some strange world.” my brother gale came out and i told him that i saw the black panther. he just said 'really" and walked on. i didn’t tell him how i came to see it.
I’ll BRAVELY let this crud account of things be posted and then continue on going through some of the events of my life in the next post. i am afraid that if i don’t post it now a timer might expire. so go ahead and have your laughs, but every word i’m laying out is the truth.
A solution to this conundrum might be for the OP to simply write Javier Solana for an explanation. A sample letter:
*Dear Dr. Solana:
There is speculation on talk radio and the Internet that you are the Beast of Revelation.
Please confirm or deny.
Sincerely,*
Now, I know of no reason the Beast would falsely deny its status. In fact, if Dr. Solana is the Beast, he might welcome this opportunity to get it off his chest.
Even if he does not come clean, you might wind up with some cool EU gear.
It’s worth a try.
Not Christians in general. Just your specific circumstances, I think. After all, some people who’ve disagreed with you in here are themselves Christians.
And I really wouldn’t say it’s at the expense of truth. If they had no interest in truth but just in insulting you then that’s what this thread would be filled with, insults. And some are just plain insults, sure, but some people seem to be honestly trying to explain and understand. I think maybe you’re using generalisations as both attack and defense here far too much.
Your responses to statements that he isn’t the Antichrist indicate that you aren’t approaching this in an open-minded way. I don’t see any evidence that everything is worse/more dangerous/more sinister than ever before. This being the only historical era you have ever lived in, I don’t see how you could know that.
I don’t know how corporeal it was, but Jesus did seem to deal with a personal Satan when He was tempted in the Wilderness (Matthew 4). And I believe all three synoptic Gospels say that Satan entered into Judas to betray Jesus, though that may have been metaphorical.
I assume you mean Sister Lucia as “the Fatima chick”- no, I never read of her having any confrontations with the Devil. Her visions were mainly Mary, maybe a few of Michael & one of the Trinity-with a crucified Jesus in the center.
I second this. GuyNblueJeans if you are really, TRULY seeing and hearing these things, then you just might want to see a psychiatrist. Seriously.
Please, get help.
ETA: My advice has nothing to do with believing or not believing in God (And for the record, I do believe in god, just not in any particular religion or whatever.). It has everything to do with the fact that if you’re hearing voices telling you to stab people, then that’s a serious sign that there’s something majorly wrong.
I’m not saying this to be mean or to make fun of you, but to present a possibility you may not have considered.
It sounds to me like you were sexually abused as a kid, and that you may be suffering some mental health problems as a result. I’m not a doctor, and even if I was I couldn’t pretend to make a diagnosis over the Internet. On the other hand you mentioned evil spirits touching you and voices telling you to kill your mother. These are certainly not normal experiences. I respectfully suggest that you see a mental health professional.
