Hello....I am georgek
Or have I introduced myself before?
Hello....I am georgek
Or have I introduced myself before?
hi there, nice to see you
Having since looked at the general curriculum of this site, there is too much of the black arts.
I don't think that this is healthy learning path, for people looking towards paranormal goals.
Have studied the paranormal for many years, and I realise that paranormal knowledge involves understanding in all categories, but this seems very unhealthy, especially when understanding the dangers involved.
Personally, I think that if governments were aware of the dangers of Satanism and Devil Worship,instead of laughing at the whole matter, then sites like these would never be allowed to practice?
Unless I am wrong, I cannot see any further reason for writing.
Thank you.
Well....beyondthegrave seems the obvious choice?
Trouble is....that it is still looking for John Steed, a there only seems to be yourself on it at the moment?
However, I do have a lot of paranormal data and I am used to talking to myself and the walls which answer me back. (via EVPS)
As you can tell by my sarcasm...I am not the easiest to get on with; and providing you don't mind dozens of postings from myself, I would be happy to provide my services?
georgek
Well....to be honest, I don't really 'mesh' with a lot of guys, so at times, I would rather talk to the walls.
I get a better intelligent conversation when the walls talk back, as I have posted some links.
Hmmm..since you were five.....
Well, that seems pretty good!
I write poetry as well!
A Sailor's Plea
Why is my life in turmoil O' great god of the sky?
Have I not trod thy humble path of life ?
Watered the crop of forgiveness
Hoisted my flag on the highest mast as I set sail
Through turbulent winds has she sailed
Her timbered wounds soaked with the salt
My brine of sorrow like watered tears,
Through jagged rocks my ship did flounder
Cutting the stern as she bleeds the oil that thy hands have toiled.
Did every port not write her name, as she docked her load ?
Her wondrous cargo has fed the poor that even thy eyes have seen.
Let my ship with creaking timbers cast her sail to southern winds;
That ye may blow her home
No more rough waters to rock her bow
So may you lift the fog with a sweep of thy hand
To where both ship and man go home to die.
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Did not they ship serve thee in time of need?
When her bow creaked and rats did flee ?
Did not her stern thou did bleed stood by thee ?
In rocky seas did she venture thee; unhindered by gales that be ?
When other ships rained with good luck florals,
Thou endured pain along with all the corals
Many ports have embarked thee, through many lives thou has seen
The beginning of life and the end of death,
When two seas meet, they often greet.
Like the wheel of a ship, we loose our grip
The kindled spark that lights the flame
Is often hid within the pain
Did not thy lantern in the fog, guide thy ship through jaggered rocks ?
Hoist thy sail my friend of woes
Rest thy tired limbs and wing, like the seagull, and sky born eagle
I see a gull in my minds eye,
where ships and men sail home to die.
Where no more, will the wind beat on a tired sail
All ridden holed and almost pale
Rest thy timbers on the sand..... both boat and weary bosons hand,
That ye may never take afloat a vessel laden full of woes.
Spirit Communication
Nobody listens to me any more (apart from the ghosts) Mrs Peel. I am a shattered man! In actual fact, some of the ghosts are getting so fed up with me, they want to exorcise me from my own house! They tell me, to stop moving the chair around...and tell me off when I am sulking! (link:- "So...you have come back to life, have you") They ring my doorbell, take over my TV,(they do not like Will Smith) and set off the smoke alarm.
Hmmm...with all due respect, I may move across to the forum mentioned?
I am sorry to offend you; regarding the 'Satan bit', but you understand my reasoning on this?
So.....food for thought?
Regards George
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