Do we really know our mods?

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I look in from time to time on the Thaivisa forum.

I found out something interesting about on of their mods, or ex-mods.

Seems he was happily typing away on the forum each day, for 2 years, while his ex-girlfriend's corpse was bathing in a barrel of acid in his basement.

He is in jail now and they sacked him from his mod role.

So, does anyone really know who are mods are?
  • I guess we will have to wait and see if the mods are off their meds...
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  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    Holy jeez. That's pretty spooky. I'm glad our mods are all extraterrestrials. They would never get as bizarre as some humans do.
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  • Profile picture of the author GT
    I can understand the jail time for the crime, but why deprive a man of his duty to the Internet?

    (I am a mod in another forum ... but I don't have a barrel of acid in my basement. Honest. I don't.)

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    Better be careful GT - it's dangerous keeping that stuff in the attic.
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    LOL, SHUSH!
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    • Profile picture of the author Mark Andrews
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      From Mr Paul Myers...

      Originally Posted by Paul Myers View Post

      How many times must I tell you... I am the Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler.on Lodge 14.

      There are no Illuminati. Go about your business, citizens. Pay no mind to those who would wake you from your... HEY! What are you doing reading this?


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  • Profile picture of the author Dennis Gaskill
    Originally Posted by fin View Post


    So, does anyone really know who are mods are?

    Does anyone really know anyone? Or do we only think we do?

    Do we even really know ourselves? Are we who we think we are?

    How much of who we think we are is really just programming?



    Sorry, questions like that pull me right into my philosophical mode.
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    • Profile picture of the author Mark Andrews
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      I'm with you Dennis, these kind of questions do the same to me.

      Me?

      What is me?

      Who am I?

      Here I am this soul, this energy form which has come from where? Fully aware of my own consciousness yet...

      ...what am I doing in this body?

      How did I arrive here?

      Where am I? And where am I going?

      Is this the first time I've been here?

      Or programmed somewhere deep within my unconscious mind am I elsewhere too?

      What is a figment of my imagination? Is my imagination real?

      Am I here and in another dimension at the same time?

      Is the future the past, the present and the future omnipresent all at the same time?

      What is time?

      Is there a starting point?

      What is this my energy field?

      Why am I 'alive'?

      What is me?


      Mark Andrews
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  • Profile picture of the author hardraysnight
    marc bolan was a great mod, perhaps the greatest

    kenny jones from the faces is still a great mod
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    • Profile picture of the author Kay King
      ...what am I doing in this body?
      Passing the time between the bookends of birth and death? Just sayin...
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    Philosophy time at the OT forum. Kewl.

    We know everyone on one level because we are all just condensations of the same energy. We know nobody at all levels. The human mind is tenuous and you never know what will be another's breaking point. What energies have they been exposed to and absorbed that we ourselves have not?

    We can stand under the severest of situations, but the smallest of occurrences can be our breaking point.

    In my base existence, I am ancient and wise. In my physical existence I am young, self-oriented, and foolish. I am continually becoming. I will always continue to become. I am the one and the many simultaneously, that I may understand, that I may become.

    I am energy. I exist throughout the universes and dimensions. I could be gone from here today, yet I am endless. My journey is eternity.
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    • Profile picture of the author Kay King
      What is me?
      Mark - I've heard that question asked about you.
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      • Profile picture of the author Mark Andrews
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        Originally Posted by Kay King View Post

        Mark - I've heard that question asked about you.
        Well on the one hand Kay, I would like to make a lot of money and if I pulled my finger out of my arse, I could probably do it and fairly easily too. But do I want to? That is the question.

        But... what is success? The big 'American' business model, ultimate capitalism? Always wanting more, more, more? Never being satisfied with what one has already got? Great. Big deal.

        You see these people teaching these programs none stop, hammering it at us how to be this, how be that. How to bring more money, success, power, satisfaction, fulfillment, love into our lives. I call BS.

        The more anyone starts chasing this dragon, it just becomes a fix like a drug. The more you have, the more you worry about what you haven't got. The more you feel you deserve more, rather than being simply satisfied with what you already have and too often take for granted.

        What am I looking for ultimately? Peace I guess. Peace of mind. A deep inner sense of peace and contentment. Just being.

        Peace from other people always telling you what your faults are. Peace from others always telling me whats wrong with me and my life. And yet these same individuals...

        ...what have they really got deep down within their souls that makes them a better person than I am?

        This is the problem here in the western world, we just don't know where and how to stop. It's been ingrained into us too often to always be wanting more and more and more. One goes down this path and it goes nowhere.

        We sacrifice everything to give ourselves and our families (if we have one) all the money and personal possessions in the world, the latest gadgets, the latest mobile phone, the latest technology, the best car we can afford and we end up just being completely trapped in an ever growing spiral of discontent, dis-ease - so blinded by what everyone is telling us is right for us that we miss the real purpose of life by a mile altogether.

        Life is about, at least for me, just being satisfied with what we already have. And me personally? I really don't need very much to be happy. To feel at one with the world. As long as I have a clean warm bed to sleep in, food for the day - what else do I need? Really?

        You can sleep in a four poster bed made of solid gold for all I care.

        You can sit on a diamond encrusted bog to take a dump in but at the end of the day... it matters not what you sleep in or take a sh*t on.

        When you're fast asleep, unconsciousness doesn't care for the fact that you're fast asleep in a solid gold four poster bed or if you go to sleep on a mattress on the floor in a tent. Sleep is sleep. It just does it's thing quietly. It doesn't judge. And when you wake up in the morning, you feel just as refreshed as the next person.

        Similarly, you can sit on the diamond encrusted loo or like me on a plastic porta potti in the back of the van surrounded by marine ply, when you take a dump, one wo/mans sh*t smells as bad as the next wo/mans. There is no differentiation. Your stomach muscles don't care what you sit on. It makes no difference. Going to the loo is what it is. It serves it's purpose.

        I was brought up from birth in a mind control cult. 3rd generation. Taught to believe we were the chosen race.

        You lot on the outside were the children of the devil. We were the only ones on the planet capable of interpreting the one true path to everlasting life and immortality. This was absolutely drummed into our heads from birth.

        You guys on the outside were all destined for everlasting destruction unless you listened to us. It was a very very strange upbringing. Everything to do with the outside world was off limits. No association with 'worldly' people. No contact with people on the outside, where contact was made... it was to be kept to an absolute minimum so you didn't 'pollute' our thinking, our belief system, our thought patterns, our faith or indeed our organisation.

        Now you can just imagine me as a kid. I was curious. Always, always asking questions. Questioning the authority of the 'church' authorities. I could quite easily tangle them up in knots using their own unique language structure against them. It made me a lot of enemies. And I was always getting into trouble with them. But every time they brought me in for more questioning before one of their kangaroo courts, I'd launch into a full on tirade to make them appear as silly as can be. Tripping them up over their own words.

        I tell you, it was the most weird experience imaginable.

        Living in the west but really feeling like I was living in communist China unable to think according to them even one thought pattern of my own making, without them interfering in my own mind processes.

        In the end it became unbearable.

        I was quite literally on the very brink of suicide. But I battled on emotionally because I never allowed them to take away from me that one final tiny pip of light / energy which is what was left of me after my mind was raped of every other thought pattern consistently. Years later ex members would coin the term - spiritual rape.

        And I fighting mad still many years later hate them and what they stand for. I would quite happily blow up their HQ to smithereens and spend the rest of my life in prison for doing so. I hate them with a vengeance for what they've done to me and the fact that so many lives have been lost over the years due to their f'ing policies. How they're allowed to continue is quite beyond me but there we go. It is what it is.

        Back in '95 for asking far too many questions, questions which they couldn't answer - I was officially given the boot, total and utter excommunication.

        Everyone I'd known all my life... family, wife, son, mother, father, sister, extended family and about 600 people / friends I'd known all my life from that moment on refused to even say a greeting to me in the street.

        When I say complete and utter excommunication, I mean exactly that. In the space of 2 weeks I lost everything... home, family, friends, business you name it.

        And stepping out into the big wide world was the scariest experience imaginable.

        Now some 17 years later I'm pretty much over a lot of the turmoil. I love it out here. On the whole people everywhere are fantastic.

        They're kind, they talk to you, greet you with a smile, share a good bit of banter and a joke or two to make you laugh - I think people are just incredible here on the outside. I'm forever indebted to them. I feel for want of a better word, rescued.

        Literally that moment in '95 was a life changing event for me.

        No it hasn't been easy, I've been driven to the brink of suicide often but I've always battled on. And nobody but nobody is ever EVER going to control my mind again. I know how mind control works inside out and I hate it. I hate controlling other people and I intensely dislike other people trying to control me, it's something which irks me no end. (As the mods from time to time have found out, bless them).

        Of course, on this long life journey I've made a huge number of mistakes adjusting to life on the outside, just like anyone else.

        Everyone makes mistakes in life. I'm by no means unique in doing so. But it's by learning from these mistakes, learning from our experiences that we make ourselves stronger and hopefully become better people for the experiences presented to us in life.

        What do I want from life?

        A simple warm bed at night. A very basic kitchen to prepare simple meals. A loo is helpful lol. And a bloody good view preferably the further away from other people the better. A fishing rod and a flask to put hot tea into. Chocolate biscuits are the icing on the cake. And I wouldn't be without my music. Music keeps me sane.

        There's nothing better (for me at least) to just earn just enough for me to get by on, I want for nothing else but to earn just enough to give me the peace of mind I'm looking for. A good view of the sea or the mountains in front of me, sitting on the step of the sliding door at the side of the van looking at the view humming a good tune - what more do I seriously need out of life?

        If others want to constantly chase whatever their big dream is, that's up to them. And if I can help them fulfill their dreams in just a little way, this makes me happy. You get more happiness out of giving to others than you do giving to yourself. Well, at least that's my philosophy.

        If others want lots of money, who am I to judge them? It's not my place to do so. If I can help them, I care not what colour they are, what their religion is, what language they speak or what they look like - if I can help them out, I will.

        But to return to my own existence at the end of the day, to be in my own little space munching on a chocolate biscuit looking at a good view whilst listening to some decent music or chomping on a tasty bit of fresh bread and cheese, it's all I ask for.

        Hopefully others will appreciate this fair exchange of knowledge, see the value in the proposition for them and vice versa offer me the same right to enjoy and be who I want to be.

        Just be.

        Kindest regards,


        Mark Andrews
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        • Profile picture of the author Jonathan 2.0
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          I agree with Mark.

          All that material "stuff" doesn't really mean anything.

          Some of my happiest times were simply sitting by a beautiful lake with a fishing rod, some food and ciggies, and my Dad for company.
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          • Profile picture of the author MissTerraK
            Originally Posted by Jonathan 2.0 View Post

            I agree with Mark.

            All that material “stuff” doesn't really mean anything.

            Some of my happiest times were simply sitting by a beautiful lake with a fishing rod, some food and ciggies, and my Dad for company.
            I agree with you and Mark.

            Some of the most peaceful and rewarding moments in my life were spent in a beautiful quiet place admiring the majesty, beauty and power of nature. There's nothing like seeing sunsets, sunrises, waterfalls, mountains, running streams and creeks, stars in a velvet black sky, etc.

            Nothing like the sound of song birds, the wind in the trees, the waves rolling onto the shore, the call of insects and other creatures in the still of the night...

            The enchanting aroma of flowers wafting by, freshly mowed grass, the clean scent after a summer rain, the raw smell of soil in the woods, the salty scent of the ocean breeze...

            It really doesn't get any better than that in life, simple yet perfect.

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            • Profile picture of the author Jonathan 2.0
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              And you tell it so well TerraK. : ) I especially like being in the countryside at dusk with all the crickets chirping. Bird song too.

              So many amazing things to appreciate about nature and life.
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            • Profile picture of the author Dave Patterson
              Originally Posted by MissTerraK View Post

              I agree with you and Mark.

              Some of the most peaceful and rewarding moments in my life were spent in a beautiful quiet place admiring the majesty, beauty and power of nature. There's nothing like seeing sunsets, sunrises, waterfalls, mountains, running streams and creeks, stars in a velvet black sky, etc.

              Nothing like the sound of song birds, the wind in the trees, the waves rolling onto the shore, the call of insects and other creatures in the still of the night...

              The enchanting aroma of flowers wafting by, freshly mowed grass, the cleans scent after a summer rain, the raw smell of soil in the woods, the salty scent of the ocean breeze...

              It really doesn't get any better than that in life, simple yet perfect.

              Terra
              For me, it helps keep things in perspective. A gentle reminder that it's not all about "I"...
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              • Profile picture of the author MissTerraK
                Originally Posted by Dave Patterson View Post

                For me, it helps keep things in perspective. A gentle reminder that it's not all about "I"...
                Exactly Dave!

                Now if we could only get some of those in high offices of power to understand that! What different world it would be.

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  • Profile picture of the author newseller
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    And to think this thread started with a vat of acid and an ex-girlfriend!

    We don't really need to know the mods well as long as their advice is good they could be sitting on death row for all we know. (Yes, computers are hard to come by there I hear.)
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    • Profile picture of the author Mark Andrews
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      I know this may sound strange to some but sometimes when you're sat somewhere in an elevated position, for example, on the side of a mountain...

      ...I'll just launch myself into the air and fly like an eagle over the landscape. No, not physically of course but with my eyes open I can quite easily plan my route and fly just as a bird would do the same. Feeling the updraft of the rising wind on the tips of my wings, turning my head this way and that to look at the scenery far down below.

      Swooping down in an arc close to the ground in an arc before wheeling around in a big circle like a fighter aircraft before flying back into myself many miles away. It's a beautiful feeling.

      Similarly, another time I was sat on top of the Cornish cliffs looking out towards the Western Approaches of the Atlantic Ocean and saw myself as the wind playing and dancing along the various pressure currents coming in from the ocean. Getting closer and closer towards land before hitting the bottom edge of the cliff and then rising rapidly upwards before tumbling back down again to earth again to part and caress the grasses and reeds several hundred yards inland.

      On this same day, I was visualising the wind and seeing it in many different colours. All the air around me all the colours of the rainbow, segments of wind currents as they in turn reached the land to be cast asunder to go upon their merry way hither and thither. And no, before you ask, I wasn't on drugs lol. Just doing my meditation and tai chi on the clifftop lol.

      Enjoyed similar experiences at the Grand Canyon before when visiting the United States. Crawling out onto a tiny rocky ledge jutting out, no more than 15' long by 6' wide. Crawling along on my belly with a drop of several thousand feet on both sides - not for the faint hearted!

      Another time I was sat by a stream at the top of a waterfall and in an instant became a raindrop which just happened to fall plop into the stream besides me. Instantly I was the raindrop, I became the raindrop and what a journey I enjoyed as I tumbled head over heels downwards into the turbulent waters far below to be carried on my merry way a couple of miles further downstream.

      It's easy to do. Insects are great. Your spirit just shrivels up to a tiny size and you become one with the insect seeing the world around you through their eyes from within their perspective. Experiencing in a very real sense their view of their world.

      Humans look bloody HUGE I can tell you that much and pretty scary too especially if you get too close to them and they start trying to swat you with their hands flailing around lol.

      This is why I think I enjoy so much writing about these type of experiences and then putting a name and character into whatever I'm visualising and experiencing from their viewpoint.

      I simply choose one of my good friends I know in real life and greatly exaggerate their personality into my chosen character. Think Finding Nemo and you're not far off.

      I'm currently writing a fictional piece about a family of yellow plastic ducks as they go off on an adventure around the world. Destined as they were for a bathtub somewhere in America, instead they were washed overboard off the container ship during an almighty great storm in the Pacific Ocean. And so started their grand adventure meeting all sorts of weird and wonderful creatures as they 'paddled' along conveyed by the ocean currents.

      Billy the duck, being a little mischievous and the leader of the flock suddenly disappeared out of the page of the book altogether and rubbed his beak against Miss Terra's cheek affectionately before pulling back and disappearing back into the page again.

      You just need to let your imagination run riot and write what you see, without being judgemental. It's great fun. And such an easy way to keep yourself good company when you spend so much time by yourself in the middle of the wilderness.

      Okay okay okayyy I'm completely and utterly eccentric.

      That's cool - I'm happy with that.

      Actually the thought of living in a box, in a concrete house in the middle of a city fills me with horror. I'd absolutely hate it. I love nothing more than being out in the elements. This world is beautiful. It's only us humans who make everything sometimes such hard work.

      Take a dog for example. What a beautiful creature. Completely faithful, never answers back, always there to protect you, bears you no malice whatsoever, not a mean streak in his or her body. I love dogs. They're just gorgeous creatures. And provide you with hours of entertainment and relaxation. And you know what?...

      ...when you talk to them on their level, they actually really do understand every single word you say to them. They're just amazing.

      All this best summed up with this very beautiful song...


      He's so right you know.

      My motto... Commit Random Acts of Kindness.

      Kindest regards,


      Mark Andrews
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      • Profile picture of the author Jonathan 2.0
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        That's what Einstein used to do. (Kind of.) Imagining himself as an atom/light particle/something flying through space.
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        • Profile picture of the author Dave Patterson
          Originally Posted by Jonathan 2.0 View Post

          That's what Einstein used to do. (Kind of.) Imagining himself as an atom/light particle/something flying through space.
          Interesting. That's how Edgar Cayce claimed to travel (a tiny speck traveling on a beam of light) to the place he retrieved knowledge during his readings...
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          • Profile picture of the author MissTerraK
            Jonathan Livingston Seagull comes to mind for me.

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          • Profile picture of the author Jonathan 2.0
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            Originally Posted by Mark Andrews View Post

            So thanks Johnathan and Terra. Wanted to let you know you're comments are appreciated.
            Welcome Mark. : ) You were the catalyst for turning this thread into something positive.

            Originally Posted by Dave Patterson View Post

            Interesting. That's how Edgar Cayce claimed to travel (a tiny speck traveling on a beam of light) to the place he retrieved knowledge during his readings...
            I had to Google Edgar Cayce. However I’ve been a reader of Near-Death.com for a while. Looks interesting
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      • Profile picture of the author MissTerraK
        Hey!

        That's my most favorite song of all and nary a day goes by that I don't listen to it either on my computer, stereo or my i-pod!

        But if it's on Youtube, it's this version.



        Terra
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        • Profile picture of the author Mark Andrews
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          Darn it! My quota of Thanks has run out for the day.

          So thanks Johnathan and Terra. Wanted to let you know you're comments are appreciated.

          Kindest regards,


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  • Profile picture of the author Dennis Gaskill
    What a Wonderful World is a great song. I also like the medley Brother Iz did of Somewhere Over the Rainbow and What a Wonderful World.

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  • Profile picture of the author tryinhere
    go to the 7.30 mark this was the local body in the barrel murders / they were all dipped in acid and gunk then popped into barels. the bank that they found these bodies in, is now up for sale.

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      Trust you to be so bloody cheerful Pete.
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