F-Body Europe

Now that you mention it, yeah, that's exactly it!!

Squirrelina remember I will be sleeping if you are up at night on the wesite. I will talk too you later, Squirrelina.

I am going to go and drink some Gluhwein and knock myself out.

Please don't mention gluhwein. I am already having withdrawals.

no wonder you sleep at night.
you know that alc is killing several thousand brain cells every each time?

sorry, was not here during the day to write back.
made a trip to Rothenburg o.d. Tauber.

[quote="sven"]... as the first rock you come across in the dirt outside-
I am 32 but I look like a 16 or 20 year old.
makes sence, rocks are very old but don't show it!

I bear the resemblance and behavior of men in my bloodline that came and died many years before my parents where even thought of being born. this goes back hundreds of years.
this is due to a theoretical science called Genetic Memory.
theoretical, yes. do you know the names of the men in your bloodline? you need to, otherwise it won't work.

It is also important to state that with the passage of trillions of years, the rise and fall intergalactic and extragalactic civilisations all at completeley diferent stages of development, rate of existance, and decay, the birth and death of solar bodies that support life, and other cosmic phenomena which can create , alter, or destroy life-
based upon a time scale beyond that of and completeley unrelated to "Earth Time" and "Galaxy Time" as "we" know it-
you did not get it -
N = the number of civilizations which are RIGHT KNOW having the technical ability to communicate with others

to say that there is a set number is completeley irrelevant.
did anybody give a set number???

Squirrelina I must also agree that you do have to read it the right way-
I have read the Holy Bible cover to cover at least twice before the age if fifteen-
so did I, and I studied other religions allover the world

a simple verse of the Bible is not to be used by itself-
because every simple verse of the Holy Bible relates to the complete Bible as a whole, complete text.
not really, because it is a collection of different 'stories' out of different times written by different people,
after the stories first was passed on verbally by generation and generation. and the bible as you know it, is just a small extraction which is made available to the public out of a big archive which is stored and locked up.

And the Bible has been given to us from God to prepare us for the future.
disagreement here

Keep in mind Squirrelina, that matter and energy are related. Even if we don't exist as matter we exist as energy.
agree - my saying

...unless aided by a technology not from this world.
agree
going to bed for a change now.

Yes Genetic Memory is theoretical. Thank you squirrelina- I now stand corrected. I don't know everything. Me and that rock outside in the dirt are supposed to have the same IQ.
Today is going to be a great day. The sun is obscured by a grey and lifeless sky. The leafless trees spread upward and outward their bare and barren branches as they are screaming toward the dark sky for a millenia, in which they have. I am completeley dressed and covered in BLACK the only color I will ever know- as I am enriched by the sound of the chilly lifeless wind over distant woods, the ancient awareness of all forms of life and the energy present in all forms of life and in the Earth itself. And I find comfort in the fact that only shades of grey remain. Gone is the Vanity of Summer- Mighty Father Winter has returned to this hemisphere. Now is MY TIME. The time OF THE STRONG.
My two machines now have gained at least 5 horsepower and run cooler now due to the ingestion of the colder, denser winter air. Yours truly also is no exception.
My blackened heart shall spread its wings wide today and embrace Winter. As did My loving Mother's forefathers did - going back over a thousand years- in Denmark, Norway (Scandinavia)

Actually Squirrellina my Loving Mother and her Father ( R) from Denamark passed on some of the Names to me which I hate to say- I have forgotten.
as far as the RIGHT NOW number of civilisations- you are correct- I was not putting specified time to the equation-

All I need know is a weekly beating and whipping to keep my flesh under submission.

I am quite aware of the compilation of the Bible-
Dead Sea Scrolls and all diferent people involved.

Squirrelina- the Bible is by no means all of what God has for us in this specified topic. the present day Bible is Just a brief Guide for all those who believe and accept him (I do , can you beleive that? ) while on this present day Earth. God has spoken through many people in many lifetimes- and much of his limitless knowledge simply cannot be comprehended by us. Yes there is much more knowledge out there than that which is in the Bible.It is just a small guide.

I am walking a long kurvy path up the hills. The sun is covered by grey heavy clouds. It just must have rained, drops dripping from leaveless trees. For the little moment I can see where the sun hides behind the wet curtain, for a moment the drops get sparkly, for a moment the woods and fallen leaves gain a red color... mystic, only a moment, then back in twilight zone, a darker shade covering the fading end of summer.
On top of the long stretched hill there are three long, flat sheds. If they were perfectly arranged they'd look like a hoofshoe out of birdsview. But they are not, one is leaning more backwards into the trees, giving a few meters of dead woods free in between the corner to the center building. The flat roofs are broken. Behind of the rear building is also a broken tree reaching into the sky. It must have been bigger than the others when it once was alive. Now it is just a dark long shade trying to touch the clouds, which are heavily rolling over the hill, just above the trees, sometimes like smoke through the trees.

(continue later)

I look in deep somber silence toward the horizon- a forested yet leafless skyline covered in grey- and slowly- I walk--
No other humans around. A weak shallow wind echoes from distant woods.
I breath in the cool air. I stand near a small field.
A deer is off in the distance- the deer looks at me-and I look calmly at the deer in the eyes- the deer relaxes and calmly goes on it's way.
I walk on, completeley silent as if I no not what speech is. I revert to my inner self- a self which has been passed on from generation to generation- a self that I often revert to when I am riding a horse or motorbike or in My LT-1.
I come upon a small path and across about 20 meters is a small fox holding a little hedgehog in it's mouth. I look at the fox- the fox looks at me - in the eyes. The fox wanted to cross the path in front of me and eat it's meal in peace the fox was nervous. I nonverbally allowed the fox to pass and it calmly did- about 10 meters in front of me.

And it went on it's way.
when I was a child, I have spend more time around animals- especially dogs- German Sheperds- than I did around people. As a result, I feel more comfortable around natural settings and I avoid being around people.
I look into the eyes of a wolf and I see a simple wisdom about life that many of the smartest humans fail miserably to find as they vainly try to make their vain lives meaningful.

I reached civilisation- eventually. but I never feel at home in civilisation. Out there - all alone I was able find myself, and realise that I am one with nature- it is my home, nature is my founding mother.

I LOVE HER,

AND I WILL ALWAYS JOYFULLY EMBRACE HER.

I feel the blacksun cast upon my withered brow. I feel the dancing of embers, and I think of the peace of eternal flight.
The deepest of blue, in a crimson night. It shadows my russet skin- In views beyond a winter gate.
Vivid are my days as a child, Like the green of the trees of age- My love for the everlasting sky, foreboding flames abode-

I will dream under a blackened sun,
no shelter to hide my skin-
tainted rain will taste so pure-
Like black painted Earth.

...the missing top of the tree instead is sticking out the shed, upside down, broken heart, broken life. It's arms try to reach up like it wants to be picked up again, helpless, moveless, hopeless. A gesture of the dead.
I feel the cold wind touching my skin, my bare feet are getting a blue shade through the dirt, the moisture crawls out of the wet ground up my legs, and I start shaking a little. I let my eyes move over to the center shed, searching for a dry spot. The night is already running over the hills in the background, just a little while longer and it got me in its arms.
That buildings roof is broke as well, rotted over endless years I've been away from home. Away since I was taken out the bed at night. Away from the tears, away from the sun, away from the laugh.
The shades are getting darker, and the moisture changes slightly over to rain again. I turn around and go to the side building to my left. There is a door, as I try to open it, it falls in pieces to the floor. But the roof seems to be ok for a shelter from rain at night.
I forgot how long the path up the hill was, it took me much longer as I remembered from my childhood. Was it because the bushes and thorns grew in the way over the years? Because I took too many breaks to look around and breath in the life of those woods, which used to be my home?
Was it because as a child I was running up and down this hill like a deer,
with a laugh in my face?
The last daylight is gone, and I was not able to get firewood. In the rain it would have been difficult anyhow to find any. I don't need to look in the other buildings, it was too dark to see anything. I remember that my family used to keep cows, sheep, goats, pigs and horses in here over night. Therefore this building had no openings for windows. Once I asked my father why he kept it so dark for the animals and he answered:
They go outside when the sun raises. They go home when the sun sets.
The moonshine is the time of the thieves and wolves. Where is no window, none of them can get in. Lets block the door, and our animals will be alive when we come to open the door in the morning.
With my toes I could find the pieces of the broken door on the ground.
It was useless anyway now. I opened the small rag in which I kept a few very precious things. Also two stones, which I found on my long travel, on a beach, a wonderful beach out of white sand a long way north from my home. I still was a child in my heart then, but the man which bought me of the thieves called me his wife. He let me keep the stones and even showed me how to use them to make a fire.
I reached down for some dirty straw on the floor to start my fire, and just a little while later there was mysterious shades dancing on the wall.
My face and my hands got warm quickly, just my back kept feeling cold.
Once I stuck my feet so close to the fire, that I almost burned them, just the dirt prevented them from the heat. I watched the shades of dancing fairys and witches, the ghosts and wolves on the wall.
All those years I wondered what happened to my family, my mother, my father and my brothers. My three sisters I left with there new families in the north, promising to send them message when I found out about our home.
The fire is burning down. There is a few more peaces of wood laying over there, maybe lasting until the morning. But now I know that I don't want to see the morning again.
I let the fire burn all the way down and watch the shades on the wall getting bigger and bigger. The cold shades grapping me, I start shaking again. I look in their eyes and they look into mine.
I hear the bones splitter as my neck brakes, the blood running warm down my back. The first time since days I am not freezing anymore.

There is a bright light above me, and a dark hole underneath my feet.
I can not decide. There is not supposed to be any light in my life.
The light goes away after a while and so does the darkness.
I watch the hungry wolves eat some meat, I feel free. I move outside the
shed, lean against the wall and watch the moon and the cloudes playing their game. In the raising daylight it starts to snow, the grey shades change into white and blue shades. I feel good. I do not freeze anymore.

Sven and Silke, here's a link that might interest you:

http://www.zefrank.com/bulletin/forumdi ... forumid=13

I love that city. It is very romantic! I took my wife there once. We must do it again soon.

Squirrelina, I really want to write but I am torn away with other responsibilities. I can not even finish reading your entry.

Squirrelina it is very beutiful.

I promise you I shall respond generously in kind within 48 hours.

I would love very much to hear more

I'll check out that site, NOVA RAT.
Looks cool.

Sorry Dennis, sorry all.
If it was track time I would just line up with Sven at the track.
But now it is wintertime. No racing. So I guess we talk/write instead.
If you do not like it, please ignore this thread.

But I am not done with Sven yet.