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Name: Sir Mjolnir
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Metro: Fort Collins
Gender: Male
Interests: Certain spiritual and theological topics, metalworking, medieval and renaissance, poetry, speech, martial arts, God's creation, welding, auto mechanics, weapons engineering, sword fighting, warfare and battle tactics, friends, my surroundings, history, command, preaching/sermons (I enjoy writing them), leather working, honor, combat (of any type), etiquette and gentlemanly behavior, warrior code of conduct
Expertise: Weapon Crafting, Inventing, Warfare and Tactics, Blacksmithing, Piano
Occupation: Education/Training
Industry: Student/Welding
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: mjolnir@digis.net
Member Since:
8/20/2005
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| And now a new weblog entry and a new layout. I like this song, it's movement from slow to fast and then back yet always keeping a strong flow to it. College has been over and then restarted. Last year went quite well, despite some of my former apprehension, and thus this year I'm doing even more. I got permission from the teacher to take 20 credit hrs, it aught to keep me fairly busy, I hope. And my hope is that I'll have all my classes done with by the end of this year and thus be able to graduate with my two yr degree at least.
OF late it's been kinda interesting, for a while I was quite melancholy and self centered and then God hit me between the eyes on Sunday over and over until I finally understood the problem. SO many people, including myself at times, live life for the emotion and experience, thus they constantly strive for more, seeking entertainment and drama all the time. Not only is this wasteful of time but it also seems very high stress. This it what was talked about in Church over and over. And I realize that instead of doing such I aught to be living for The Lord. IT seems often that consistency and discipline are valued more so then most other attributes and yet these to often constitute what many define as "boring". Children can be redundant, and they will delight it doing the same thing or watching the same event a hundred times. Shouldn't we to seek to be as they? Do we delight everyday in the sunrise? Or the ability to walk, talk pray, drive, eat, see, hear, play, learn, read, etc? Perhaps we all must strive to be a little more redundant, consistent and disciplined. Now, I know that there is a better word but currently I can't think of what it is, so I'll leave that to the rest of you.
As for my decision upon dreams, yes you are held accountable for your dreams, they are a part of you and whether or not we like it they to are influenced by our choices, actions and by what we put into our heads everyday, thus they are a byproduct of the things we know and do. Good bye my little friends, enjoy your weekend.
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| In my life I've lived other lives, in different times, different places, different bodies, different pasts. How so? Through dreams, not those fantasies you have during your waking ours, or as your dosing off. No, I'm talking the dreams that occur in your sleep, your nightmares, your sleeping thoughts. First I'm going to ramble a bit upon this, but in conclusion I shall leave you all with a question.
I've dreamed some wonderful dreams, and many horrible ones. I remember a vast portion of those that I have, and often times they will reoccur for days, weeks, months and even years. In the dream world I'm not a nice person one would say. In my dreams I've experienced and lived through one war after another, each one gruesome and incredibly real, battles with sights so horrible that even thinking of such memories makes one sick. I've been through battles from the time of the Greeks and on into the future. I've seen men horrible blasted apart by shells and bombs, torn open by torrents of musket fire, cut apart by legions of nameless swordsmen, pierced by arrows, burned through by lasers. I've seen wagons laden with the dead and dying, some who could live some who will die as gangrene slowly sets into their wounds and destroys their body. I've seen women and children killed by war crazed soldiers as they destroyed others homelands. Yet despite all this I can say that I've played no small part, in my dreams I've played the part of both the hero, and villain. I've committed crimes so horrible that it would be a disgraceful and crude to even mention them. I've been the tyrant, I've murdered in cold blood and in passion, I've tortured the innocent, committing horror after horror dragging my conscience through the filth of humanity and becoming far more depraved and evil then most could imagine. I've watched myself kill myself, I've fought myself, saved myself, tortured myself, fled from myself, befriended myself. I've been human, monster, demon and animal. I've watched as friends and family I knew and loved have killed one another, been murdered by others and died. I've experienced hardship, pain, fear, mind-numbing terror. I've watched in horror as friends, family, enemies and myself became that which I hated. I've been crushed and heart broken, yet risen from the emotional ashes only to be broken again. I've seen, heard, and felt things so dreadful and horrendous that I myself if left to my own devices would never have even contemplated as a reality. I've lived dreams that we're so dangerous, glaring or powerful that they have burned scars onto my mind, I've awoken from dreams so terrible that I've awakened in a cold sweat or screaming or vomiting as such the case may be. Whoever claimed that you can't taste, hear, smell or feel in a dream never had to deal with the dreams I've experienced over the years. Now you might say by this point that I must be on drugs, I can assure you that's not true, nor have I ever been so, yet this is a part of my life that I've had to deal with for yrs.
Yet not all is pain and sorrow, despite such horrors and sadnesses, I've also seen some heavenly sights, paradises beyond description.I've had joy, ecstasy, laughter, praise adoration, celebration, fellowship, and friendship. I've experienced a comradeship only found in delicate times. I've seen colors that don't exist, experienced and life so brilliant and alive that ever since then and in the remembrance of that memory all the waking life seems dull and lackluster. Even now as I recall that picture of paradise it lifts my spirit. In these dreams I've experienced and thousand different futures and could be's and also a hundred different pasts, and what if's.I've done things that would seem foolish and silly, yet filed me with the joy of a child. As a wolf I've run through snow covered forests and across open meadows glorying in the power of my canine physique. I've danced with a delightful companion, who to this day I cannot recall how they looked or who they were only that the time spent and the conversation were a delight. I've been places far away and seen the beauties of God's creation both near and far.
Yet amongst all this there is still more. Inthe dream life I've led armies and squads, conducted military campaigns, fought for the rebel cause. Led the pack as we hunted meat to feed upon, and wandered with the full moon as a companion on scouting trips. I've rescued maidens and friends, fought side by side with comrades closer then a brother. I've avenged my families death, brought criminals to justice, punished the guilty, led people out of the terror of war, grown crops, built houses, settled down and raised families. I've walked down a staircase into hell to rescue and friend, and had a friend do the same to me. I've combated demons and faced the perils that the world of magic can contrive. I've battled wizards in mortal combat, fought sorcerers as an equal. I've studied with scholars and wise men of the ages and of ages never to be. I've been good and bad, villain and hero, brother and friend, enemy and ally.
The person, scientist that says that the world of dreams has no place for the sense of taste, touch, sight, sound or smell, has never truly experienced the perils and beauty of such a state. Call me crazy, call me insane, yet I've experienced dreams that were beyond my control, dreams in which I had no choice as to what would or would not happen. I do not know if I be wrong or right, or hoe dreams work, why they are the way they are, what there for, what they mean. But this I do know, I have them and they beg the answer to a question.
Inquiry: Are the sinful acts committed in a dream/dream-state counted against you as a sin? Can you be held accountable for what you do in your dreams?
Do you think this is all a pointless or insane rambling if a delusional young man?
In the end I honestly am not concerned with your answer, As fasicnating as it would be, it would probably only casue more confusion, I need to come to my own conclusion. But here it is as food for thought. I pray that your week goes well, sleeping and waking. God Bless
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| Well my friends, life has been interesting. I'm finally recovering from my long stint of illness and I'm on the way to being semi healthy again. However lately I've learned some things and done some things that I feel I'll share here with whom so ever chooses to read this.
So, this past Monday, at college, I did well in math, I think. The teacher asked us all if we had any questions over homework, and everybody (except me) raised their hand, of course this led to her asking me if was sure I understood the homework, I said I did and I had no problem with completing it. This apparently seemed odd to her and she moved on after giving me a odd look, but it encourages me, it means I'm either fairly smart, or really stupid. Either way is goo right? I mean if I'm fairly smart then I'm proud of the gift God's given me. And if I'm fairly stupid then I'm to stupid to know if I'm smart or stupid, thus I still feel like I'm gifted by the Lord.
Welding was amusing, I passed my oxyacetylene/plasma cutting test. Which means I finished the course for the yr, problem is the semester isn't over till Dec, oh well. Then I did arc welding, it was interesting, I first lit my pants on fire, I was welding nice and steady, doing quite well, when I noticed that it smelled odd, and then I noticed through my welding hood it was getting a little cloudy looking in my cubicle (we weld in separate cubicles, each with a vent over the top to suck away harmful vapors and drafts). At this point my leg started getting warm, and so I stopped, looked down and saw that my pants were literally on fire, quite a blaze. Thus I dropped what I was doing and ran/hopped to the nearest quenching tank were I put out the fire (my pants are now shorter on one side). After that, not ten minutes, I set my welding glove on fire, thus ruining the left hand glove (and once again resulting in the dash to the quenching tank). And then I got badly burned by a piece of hot slag that was chipped off and hit my neck. But despite such trials, I was able to accomplish several objectives in my arc welding requirements.
On to the continuation of last posts ramblings on my research. I believe I have found what I sought. First I discovered through my research a lot of interesting material upon proper breathing and muscle control, which was part of the goal. The reason for this goal was becasue during my welding I have difficulty in running a nice straight bead, becasue my hands shake, all the time, just every so slightly, and depending upon the day and conditions, sometimes it's worse or better. Secondly, I've been repeatedly told that I'm tense, to tense, all the time, Part of the reason I've also had a lot of back pain lately (according to our chiropractor), So I need to learn to truly relax . And thirdly I was searching for the key to focusing, so that my prayer life be bettered. My biggest difficulty in praying is that I'm easily distracted, my mind like a butterfly flitting from one topic to another faster then my eyes could follow. The answers to all of these I found, at least in part, in my research. So, no, I'm not going to go off to a high mountain and meditate in a silk robe for several yrs alone (yes, I'm going to stay around just so that you all have to deal with me still, not getting off that easily).
I was asked recently by a fellow young adult, how my reading and research (in general) had influenced my Christianity and beliefs. My answer, simply this, the more I read, the more I research, whether it be mythologies, world religions, philosophies, theologies, cults, histories, cultures, science/tech, fictions, nonfictions, etc. They have only helped to further my resolve in the faith, by showing me how truly great and powerful The Lord is and how simple and loving his salvation and will for us. In the light of such, even with all the information available, I can see all other views, lifestyles, etc. as merely shadows and dust, of no relevance, and no hope for salvation. Truly the seem like such ignorance when compared to the wisdom of God.
Well, enjoy your week you all, God Bless, thanks for reading the weekly ramblings of poor, knowledge craving, college student.
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| I'm an odd little individual my mother says, well actually she corrected herself and said I wasn't really that little anymore. That can be good or bad, depending upon ones perception, but I believe that it should be good because I should thank God for the way I am, what I have and how things are, despite adversity. Though that itself is a right challenge sometimes, certainly one equal to any man or woman.
Anyways, however, time to provide yet another post, which may or may not be pleasing, who knows. I'm currently studying meditation, eastern mysticism, and some of the forms that are used by certain religions of the orient. Why do you ask? Because I had an idea, a question and a possible answer, though I did not have the information necessary to link them properly. As it is said, an answer to a question is all well and good providing that it is not left simply at that. There is more to it then asking and finding the solution, one must act. It is that need to act upon my answer that sets me to pursue these strange topics. I assure you I'm not about to undergo some major religion change, or alter my beliefs due to any Buddhist teachings, but nevertheless, it seems that the books containing these practices also hold the necessary answers to complete the path from problem to solution though that not being there intent. Thus far however this research pursuit of mine is going well, there is much I didn't know, and my solution is turning out to be more complex then I though, thereby leading me on to other research in ever furthering circles of ideas and topics.
The library is sadly lacking in books discussing or providing information upon muscle mechanics and physiology. It was most disappointing, they also lacked information upon cybernetics which was equally annoying. Oh well, another topic to be satisfied another day.
Next semester I'm taking more classes, I have to much time to do nothing at college, and thus I regret it, but then when I get home I quickly get tired of it and want to go back to college. I'm worse then a fickle cat, never deciding whether he wants in or out, up or down. Ah the perils of humanity, with selfishness comes an equal portion of dissatisfaction in that which should be satisfactory. But I am but a man, and not anywhere close to being a master of my carnal desires, I eat but desire something different, I act but desire a different action. And never can I find satisfaction in merely being, in a constant and patterned lifestyle. Instead I desire the unexpected, that which brings with it danger, irregularity and the like. Can I not be satisfied with simply being the same, doing the same, eating the same, hearing the same, seeing the same day after day? Why can I, a man, not delight in monotony, it is not really so bad. For without structure what would I be. What would the earth be? Nothing, but particulates moving about in a disorderly fashion with no purpose or direction.
Alas I desire rest, to relax from the rigors of this life, to breath easy, to live one moment without readiness or testing. To simply relax the tensed mind and body, to uncoil oneself as if uncoiling a spring ready to burst forth at any moment. It is like a constant struggle, one to let go of it all, and one to hold back all that energy which seeks to burst forth. I feel like a constant struggle, continually raging on within, yet neither side, winning or losing.
This life, so sweet, and yet so bitter (like chocolate). As many joys as are fond in life through God's wonders and blessings, yet they are to some point countered in a small way by those evils which never cease to be continued by man, and yet I myself am to blame in just as much account for this.
IN essence I feel weary, though not depressed or angered, simply weary and saddened by all that I see, and yet given hope by that which I do not.
Enjoy your day, week, month my friends. I hope my ramblings have not burdened you terribly so, God Bless
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| And then again, not all posts can be thoughts I suppose.
My kind of music by Ray Scott
Oh, I met this girl I swear was close to perfect.
I could see the ring, the dress, and the whole nine yards.
I had a country station on and she reached and turned it.
Said she couldn’t stand the sound of a steel guitar.
We hit the town to catch an early movie.
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading role.
I said 'That's my man!' She said 'Who's he?'
I jumped up and said 'Girl, we gotta go!'
She don’t like to play my kinda music.
She's never heard a Walen Jennings song.
She's never been a fan of Willie Nelson.
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along.
She told me she thinks country musics hokey.
She said 'You can't dance to it, and all the songs are sad.'
I cocked my eyebrow and said 'You must be jokin!'
'Ain't no excuse for havin taste that bad.'
Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson.
And she said 'Didn't he sing that song called 'Where Were You?''
I said 'Ya, but girl, that man's a livin' legend.'
And she said 'Really? I thought he was new.'
She don’t like to play my kinda music.
She's never heard of David Allan Coe.
She can't get enough of Whitney Houston.
And I'm thinkin 'Lord, that's all I need to know.'
So when the night was over I walked her to her door.
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell.
And without a good night kiss I jumped back in my truck.
Turned on some Hank and cranked it loud as hell.
She don't like to play my kinda music.
She don't know Sunday morning comin down.
She can't see what's so cool about he stopped lovin' her today.
Or angel flying to close to the ground.
She told me that she sorta likes the Eagles.
She couldn't name one hit by Johnny Cash.
No, she don't like to play my kinda music.
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