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Know Your Friends

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One day, a little boy visited a doctor for a vaccination. After the doctor gave him an injection, he tried to bandage the boy’s arm.

“I think you’d better bandage the other arm, doc!”, said the boy.

“But, why? I’m supposed to bandage the injected part of your arm to let your friends know not to touch it.”

“Doc, you really don’t know anything about how my friends behave!”

Cybersalt.

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August 31, 2011 at 12:21 am

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Wacky Definitions

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Wacky Definitions

Gravity: Not just a good idea, it’s the law!

Gross ignorance: 144 times worse than normal ignorance.

Clock: A small mechanical device to wake up people without children.

Karaoke: A Japanese word meaning “tone deaf”.

Opera: Where a guy gets stabbed in the back and sings about it.

Racial prejudice is a pigment of the imagination.

“Normal”: A setting on a washing machine.

Health: The slowest possible rate of dying.

Poverty: Having too much month left at the end of the money.

Boy: A noise with dirt on it.

Sleep: That fleeting moment just before the alarm goes off.

Cynic: Someone who smells the flowers and looks for the casket.

Witlag: The delay between delivery and comprehension of a joke.

Skier: Someone who pays an arm and a leg to break them.

Cybersalt.

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May 21, 2011 at 11:41 am

Is our Brain builded for Love?

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Absolutely Yes!!!!! Directing the System toward love is the goal. The kind of love that God is. All the bible contains God, but not all about God is in the bible alone. We are builded for love, thru the right wires (thoughts we agree to, what we believe) He guide us daily, if we choose so daily. What we do today affects our tomorrow. We are builded for love, yeah! No better love that the one you can freely choose. God is indeed a genious!

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May 16, 2011 at 9:45 pm

Is our Brain wired for Love?

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I just have a discussion about it. Out of 8, only 1 said no. Me.

Why? Well, if we can by default just automatically love the unlovable (not talking about Hollywood kind of love), then we do not need to choose, like living without free will, and then God is out of the picture. We then not need God to guide us or for us to be protected by Him.

No, God did not let Satan work hard, so then LOVE can show up. God is not sensationalist, He doesn’t need more fame. Point is that we ought to make choices every day in all we do. The defining moments are those in which emotions compete against values. And in order for us to choose, we must know what we are choosing. To understand God, and to understand ourselves. To understand Values. To study them.

Is like acting by faith in opening a new business, but having enough understanding about it, right? Otherwise we are idiots.

Then, to me is like we ought to study, meditate, ponder, practice all perfect values, so then we can choose to do the right thing and grow in it. God is all about us growing and growing in understanding. The Brain (the neurological system) is wired to act in a certain way to respond to stimuli. And choosing is (I believe) based on the mind of the heart. No talking about feelings, but about Divine Truth. I am indeed talking about the Holy Bible, God’s Word.

When we are in a struggle, then we can see that the idea of not acting in this is an action by default. For the most part, what we struggle with is a result of what we consume, think, imagine, eat, walk toward, fantasy, do; our Neurological History must be understood, to REWIRE ourselves back to what it was in the beginning of time. In the Genesis when God’s own Spirit walked away from us as a result of our disobedience we then lost all this perfect connection, great understanding. One doesn’t need to be too smart to realize that all of us need to regain what we lost. Because without it…WE STILL LOST. We, now must re-wire our selves to get with Him, whatever we are promised to get! Life without a vision is jet to be explored, for God is a good God. God’s word is indeed truth. To study is enough prove that we want the best out of us. Only the best, cause for it He die once. Only once.

Lastly. “God wants to fulfill the desires of our hearts. But like any wise Father He will not do what we ask if it would destroy us. Yet many of those desires are good, but we lack the character for the blessing to actually add quality to our lives. Thus the purpose of discipline: God disciplines us so we can survive His blessings”. ~Bill Johnson. God is a great God!!

When the odd signals come, just Call on God. He is the only HOPE.

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May 15, 2011 at 12:11 am

The Difference Between Men & Woman

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Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: …so that means it was…let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means…lemme check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed – even before I sensed it – that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their…

“Fred,” Martha says aloud.

“What?” says Fred, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. “Maybe I should never have…oh dear, I feel so…”(She breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Fred.

“I’m such a fool,” Martha sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Fred.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Martha says.

“No!” says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that…it’s that I…I need some time,” Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

“Yes,” he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

“Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Fred.

“That way about time,” says Martha.

“Oh,” says Fred. “Yes.” (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

“Thank you, Fred,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: “Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.

Cybersalt.

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March 17, 2011 at 5:50 pm

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Hurts to Touch

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One day, a goober was constantly complaining about how everywhere she touched her body, it hurt.

Her grandma told her to go and see a doctor.

Once there, the goober explained to the doctor how everywhere she touched, it hurt.

She said… “If I touch here, it hurts, if I touch my arm, it hurts, if I touch my foot, if I …”

The doctor gave her a complete physical and then delivered his findings.

Her finger was broken.

Cybersalt.

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February 17, 2011 at 2:34 pm

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The Cross without Religion.

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Without The Cross there isn’t Church. Without The Church there isn’t Love. Yes, Love is self existent, yes, self sufficient in nature, but how you see it without a recipient to give it away? And we all need Love to keep running this wonderful race called Life, ones need a little more than others, and most of us need to learn how to grow in it, how to express it. How to become it. The reflection of Love…WE are. We Humans are the ones.

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January 18, 2011 at 11:07 pm

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