EASTER

[810darren]

weekend off hell ya .happy easter

[Kayleigh]

Course then there's the original celebration of Easter:

 

Easter was a celebration of rebirth and of the goddes Eastre back in ancient Rome - celebrated on the vernal equinox (basically end of winter, beginning of nature's sex show).  All the townsfolk would decorate eggs and exchange them as gifts symbolizing the fertility of spring (basically u gave an egg to somebody you wanted to bone).  The single ladies of the town would make baskets and go into the forest to pick flowers for their boytoys.  Then the men would follow em to hook up and have a good ol' orgy. 

 

Oh and the rabbit?  Well Eastre was said to take the form of a hare, so people would construct mock-rabbits to symbolize her.  The whole point of the festival was to get laid and maybe get pregnant.

 

So which would you prefer?

502085[/snapback]

ummm dude get ur ass on jepordy!

yea organized religion is ironically the cause of a lot of violence. if there is a big man, i cant wait to go ride HIS bike!

 

HEY NEW QUESTION TO ANYONE THAT WANTS TO ANSWER:

what kinda bike would god or jesus ride?? would mary be a sexy bystander or would she rip it on a shee???

lol, could be fun to see wat u guys think! HAPPY EASTER! (hope u guys know this is just for fun...not trying to offend or make fun of christians)

[PolyKarbon]

if there is a big man, i cant wait to go ride HIS bike!

 

 

BLASPHEMY!

 

the people that actually belive in apes as our ancestors probably did origiant from apes as theyre parents

 

I'd expect nothing less from a christian.

[FasterThanU90]

HEY NEW QUESTION TO ANYONE THAT WANTS TO ANSWER:

what kinda

[Shee-Male]

Course then there's the original celebration of Easter:

 

Easter was a celebration of rebirth and of the goddes Eastre back in ancient Rome - celebrated on the vernal equinox (basically end of winter, beginning of nature's sex show).  All the townsfolk would decorate eggs and exchange them as gifts symbolizing the fertility of spring (basically u gave an egg to somebody you wanted to bone).  The single ladies of the town would make baskets and go into the forest to pick flowers for their boytoys.  Then the men would follow em to hook up and have a good ol' orgy. 

 

Oh and the rabbit?  Well Eastre was said to take the form of a hare, so people would construct mock-rabbits to symbolize her.  The whole point of the festival was to get laid and maybe get pregnant.

 

So which would you prefer?

502085[/snapback]

 

Damn, all these years and I never heard that, ggod stuff Wallrat!

I'm gonna look like one educated mofo this weekend

[Shee-Male]

beliveing in jesus is like beliving in bigffot, or the lockness monster

 

i love how they think jesus walked on water,,,,, wel;l sure he did, all the good shit he was smokin back then,,, he was walking on water all right

[banshee04le]

Amazing stories of synchronicity and startling coincidence have been recorded throughout history, leaving one to wonder if there isn't a larger plan at work - or some deep, pervasive connection among people.

 

Such a connection seemed to exist between two men - Warren Felty and William Miller - who otherwise would have been strangers to one another. The story of their paranormal bond began on a cold winter night in February, 1940. Felty was carefully driving along the icy roads that led to his home in Middletown, Pennsylvania. His heart leapt when he saw the taillights of the car in front of him swerve, knowing that the car was losing control on the slick road. Felty watched as the car skidded violently off the road into an embankment of snow.

 

Felty pulled his own car over and ran to the scene of the accident. There he found the driver, who had been thrown through the windshield, bloody and unconscious. Having no way of getting help on the empty road, Felty carried the badly injured man to his car and drove him to the Harrisburg hospital.

 

When he recovered consciousness four days later, William Miller, the accident victim, learned how Warren Felty had saved his life. The two men later met, but did not really become friends and did not keep in touch.

 

Fast forward a few years to when the U.S. was now engaged in the battles of World War II. Unknown to each other, both men had joined the Army Air Force and, coincidentally, both had become B-17 pilots. More remarkable still, both Felty and Miller had both been shot down over Germany and captured. In the bitter winter of 1944, the two men were among 4,000 other prisoners who were being forced to walk toward Nuremburg. Many of the starving prisoners, unsuitably dressed for the severe cold, died along the way - freezing to death in the snow.

 

As Warren Felty drudged along the snowy road, he spotted the body of a fellow prisoner in a snow bank. Taking heart, he pulled the man out of the snow - and was overwhelmed to see that it was William Miller! Miller was still alive, barely, and with the help of other prisoners, Felty brought him to their destination - a detention camp at Moosburg.

 

In 1945 the camp was liberated by Patton's Third Army. Both Felty and Miller survived, and in subsequent years reunited on Veterans Day to reminisce how on two separate occasions - five years and 4,000 miles apart - Warren Felty saved William Miller's life by pulling him out of a snow bank.

 

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Finnish twin brothers, aged 71, were killed in identical bicycle accidents along the same road two hours apart, police said. "This is simply a historic coincidence. Although the road is a busy one, accidents don't occur every day," police officer Marja-Leena Huhtala told Reuters. "It made my hair stand on end when I heard the two were brothers, and identical twins at that. It came to mind that perhaps someone from upstairs had a say in this," she said.

 

Identical twins. Identical accidents. Identical deaths. Two hours apart. This astonishing coincidence was reported in newspapers and on newswires around the world in early March, 2002. The odds of it occurring seem remote in the extreme, and it causes one to wonder, as the woman did above - even for a moment - if there's more at play here than mere coincidence. Is it the hand of fate? Is it true, as author Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote, that "there are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from."

 

History is full of amazing and sometimes bizarre coincidences that give us pause and keep us scratching our heads in wonder. Here is just a small sampling:

 

Other Coincidental Deaths

This is a similar story of coincidence, not of twins but of two brothers. In 1975, while riding a moped in Bermuda, a man was accidentally struck and killed by a taxi. One year later, this man's bother was killed in the very same way. In fact, he was riding the very same moped. And to stretch the odds even further, he was struck by the very same taxi driven by the same driver - and even carrying the very same passenger! (Phenomena: A Book of Wonders, John Michell and Robert J. M. Rickard)

 

Mysterious Monk to the Rescue

Joseph Aigner was a fairlly well-known portrait painter in 19th century Austria who, apparently, was quite an unhappy fellow: he several times attempted suicide. His first attempt was at the young age of 18 when he tried to hang himself, but was interrupted by the mysterious appearance of a Capuchin monk. At age 22 he again tried to hang himself, but was again saved from the act by the very same monk. Eight years later, his death was ordained by others who sentenced him to the gallows for his political activities. Once again, his life was saved by the intervention of the same monk. At age 68, Aiger finally succeeded in suicide, a pistol doing the trick. His funeral ceremony was conducted by the same Capuchin monk - a man whose name Aiger never even knew. (Ripley's Giant Book of Believe It or Not!)

 

Winnings' Rightful Owner

In 1858, Robert Fallon was shot dead, an act of vengeance by those with whom he was playing poker. Fallon, they claimed, had won the $600 pot through cheating. With Fallon's seat empty and none of the other players willing to take the now-unlucky $600, they found a new player to take Fallon's place and staked him with the dead man's $600. By the time the police had arrived to investigate the killing, the new player had turned the $600 into $2,200 in winnings. The police demanded the original $600 to pass on to Fallon's next of kin - only to discover that the new player turned out to be Fallon's son, who had not seen his father in seven years! (Ripley's Giant Book of Believe It or Not!)

 

Strangers on a Train

In the 1920s, three Englishman were traveling separately by train through Peru. At the time of their introduction, they were the only three men in the railroad car. Their introductions were more surprising than they could have imagined. One man's last name was Bingham, and the second man's last name was Powell. The third man announced that his last name was Bingham-Powell. None were related in any way. (Mysteries of the Unexplained)

 

It's Raining Babies

In Detroit sometime in the 1930s, a young (if incredibly careless) mother must have been eternally grateful to a man named Joseph Figlock. As Figlock was walking down the street, the mother's baby fell from a high window onto Figlock. The baby's fall was broken and both man and baby were unharmed. A stroke of luck on its own, but a year later, the very same baby fell from the very same window onto poor, unsuspecting Joseph Figlock as he was again passing beneath. And again, they both survived the event. (Mysteries of the Unexplained)

 

Swapped Hotel Finds

In 1953, television reporter Irv Kupcinet was in London to cover the coronation of Ellizabeth II. In one of the drawers in his room at the Savoy he found found some items that, by their identification, belonged to a man named Harry Hannin. Coincidentally, Harry Hannin - a basketball star with the famed Harlem Globetrotters - was a good friend of Kupcinet's. But the story has yet another twist. Just two days later, and before he could tell Hannin of his lucky discovery, Kupcinet received a letter from Hannin. In the letter, Hannin told Kucinet that while staying at the Hotel Meurice in Paris, he found in a drawer a tie - with Kupcinet's name on it! (Mysteries of the Unexplained)

 

Paging Mr. Bryson

While on a business trip sometime in the late 1950s, Mr. George D. Bryson stopped and registered at the Brown Hotel in Louisville, Kentucky. After signing the register and being given his key to room 307, he stopped by the mail desk to see if any letters had arrived for him. Indeed there was a letter, the mail girl told him, and handed him an envelope addressed to Mr. George D. Bryson, room 307. This wouldn't be so odd accept the letter was not for him, but for room 307's just-previous occupant - another man named George D. Bryson. (Incredible Coincidence, Alan Vaughan)

 

Twin Boys, Twin Lives

The stories of identical twins' nearly identical lives are often astonishing, but perhaps none more so than those of identical twins born in Ohio. The twin boys were separated at birth, being adopted by different families. Unknown to each other, both families named the boys James. And here the coincidences just begin. Both James grew up not even knowing of the other, yet both sought law-enforcement training, both had abilities in mechanical drawing and carpentry, and each had married women named Linda. They both had sons whom one named James Alan and the other named James Allan. The twin brothers also divorced their wives and married other women - both named Betty. And they both owned dogs which they named Toy. Forty years after their childhood separation, the two men were reunited to share their amazingly similar lives. (Reader's Digest, January 1980)

 

The Vengeful Bullet

Henry Ziegland thought he had dodged fate. In 1883, he broke off a relationship with his girlfriend who, out of distress, committed suicide. The girl's brother was so enraged that he hunted down Ziegland and shot him. The brother, believing he had killed Ziegland, then turned his gun on himself and took his own life. But Ziegland had not been killed. The bullet, in fact, had only grazed his face and then lodged in a tree. Ziegland surely thought himself a lucky man. Some years later, however, Ziegland decided to cut down the large tree, which still had the bullet in it. The task seemed so formidable that he decided to blow it up with a few sticks of dynamite. The explosion propelled the bullet into Ziegland's head, killing him. (Ripley's Believe It or Not!)

 

Childhood Returned

While American novelist Anne Parrish was browsing bookstores in Paris in the 1920s, she came upon a book that was one of her childhood favorites - Jack Frost and Other Stories. She picked up the old book and showed it to her husband, telling him of the book she fondly remembered as a child. Her husband took the book, opened it, and on the flyleaf found the inscription: "Anne Parrish, 209 N. Weber Street, Colorado Springs." It was Anne's very own book. (While Rome Burns, Alexander Wollcott)

 

And Finally, Two More Twins

John and Arthur Mowforth were twins who lived about 80 miles apart in Great Britain. On the evening of May 22, 1975, both fell severely ill from chest pains. The families of both men were completely unaware of the other's illness. Both men were rushed to separate hospitals at approximately the same time. And both died of heart attacks shortly after arrival. (Chronogenetics: The Inheretance of Biological Time, Luigi Gedda and Gianni Brenci)

[Cotton eyed Joe]

this year easter for me is about baking pies and running around with my niece trying to beat her to the good candy   

 

happy easter everyone!

502102[/snapback]

This year Easter for me is about bitching that I can't make it to the sand dunes for the single biggest event of the year. And counting 6 trailers loaded with bikes headed for Sand Mountain between exit 336 and exit 334. 2 MILES!!! 20 BIKES!!! ALL GOING TO THE DUNES!!! WITHOUT ME!!!!

 

 

Happy Easter.

[Bansheeman1121]

Thanx for the reminder of what the seasons all about RJ , everyone can have there own opinions but the nice thing is theres always somone there to turn to when you come around, anyway hope everyone has a great easter and maybe take the time to think about what your callin bullshit instead of bieng ignorant, ENJOY

[Wallrat]

Damn, all these years and I never heard that, ggod stuff Wallrat!

I'm gonna look like one educated mofo this weekend 

502195[/snapback]

 

 

 

Yeah I pretty much know all the Pagan origins of the holidays. They were alot cooler bunch than the shitty zealots we have now. I guess you could say that Christianity teaches you to "love thy neighbor" whereas the Pagan teaching was more like, "fuck the shit out of your neighbor and her hot mom".

[banshee04le]

Yeah Wallrat, the old pagan rituals of sex and drunkeness are a great way to instill values in your children. We need to go back to the old ways of raping and pillaging and general debauchery, huh? That is way better than the Christian observances centered around God and/or family, with a central focus of bringing

joy to little children. Jesus turned that evil pagan shit all around. Can't you see that? Things could be a WHOLE lot worse. Jesus is the reason they are NOT.

Mathew 18:3

Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

[Wallrat]

Hey religion is a wonderful tool for keeping the herd in line. I never said it wasn't. I'm just saying that the pagan holidays were way fucking cooler.

[banshee04le]

Hey religion is a wonderful tool for keeping the herd in line.  I never said it wasn't.  I'm just saying that the pagan holidays were way fucking cooler.

502288[/snapback]

How old are you? I'm just wondering...

[Wallrat]

28

[Wallrat]

...taking you awhile to respond. Hope you aren't typing up one of your usual novels. I tend to just skip over any word longer than 3 letters when you do that.