When Satan Calls

When I was a little kid, I used to invariably hear a voice very firmly in a man’s voice speak my name. That was it. Just my name. If I answered, it said nothing else. That was it, just my name. Sometimes it would catch me doing something, so when I heard this voice I would answer it. This really upset my mom. So, I learned fairly quickly to ignore it. It was always the same voice, so that was easy to do.

Years go by, the voice infrequently still calls my name on occasion, I still ignore it. It doesn’t bother me, so I never did anything about it or even said anything about to anyone else ( voices in your head sounds kinda loony ). When I was in high school, I had the major hots for a girl named Becky. It was hot-cold kinda thing as I was just a little wild for her. However, going into her senior year, which was my junior year, things started warming up quite a bit. We talked or visited each other almost every night. Then one night, when I was in my house alone, and while I was on the phone with Becky, sure enough, that voice called my name. Per routine, I ignored it. But this time it gets weird. Becky asked me who that was. I assured her I was alone. She didn’t buy it. Since I refused to acknowledge there was anyone at home to answer to, she finally had to believe me that it was indeed a bodiless voice. Well, she then informed me that we couldn’t see each other any more because I had scared her too bad. She was kinda religious and somewhere in that religion ( Southern Baptist ), it talks about Satan calling people to walk with them. Whether or not I chose to walk with Satan was irrelevant, he was just too close to me for her comfort. I tried one more time a few years later in college to get Becky to go out with me. She never could get over that voice.

I never told her, and I’m sure she probably doesn’t want to know, but, I never heard that voice again after that call. It was Joe’s belief ( the guy in the occult ), that when she heard Satan, he left me and went to her. That’s fine by me.

Sleeping

Last night I didn’t sleep too well. Nothing terribly unusual about that. However, during my tossing and turning, I got to thinking how comfortable the couch would be. But, since it was kinda cold, and I didn’t have a blanket available right then, I toughed it out on the bed.

Which got me thinking. Why is it sleeping on the couch is oftentimes much easier than sleeping on a bed? I mean, couches are supposed to be something to sit on, the bed something to sleep on. I had a few thoughts on the matter and finally came to the conclusion it’s based on primal instinct. Man used to live in caves. I don’t think that was any accident. A cave had one entrance, and if man slept against a wall of that cave, his back was covered and he could see what was coming the only way they could enter. In essence, he felt protected and safe. Beds don’t have sides, you’re laying there vulnerable to attack from any direction. That breeds a certain amount of primal anxiety. Any anxiety from normal life just compounds the affect and before too long, you’re a nervous wreck trying to sleep. A couch provides a “wall” on one side. You’re back to facing your attackers the only way they can come in. All that vulnerability is gone. You’re safe, and therefore, you’re relaxed.

Just thought I’d share that with you all. I’m sure you’ll sleep better because of it.

Deep Holes

CNN.com – Explorers find world’s deepest hole – Aug 9, 2004: “ZAGREB, Croatia (AP) — Cave explorers discovered a pit inside a mountain range in central Croatia believed to have the world’s deepest subterranean vertical drop, at nearly 1,700 feet, a scientific institute reported Monday.”

That is the world’s deepest natural hole. However, man has created a few much, much deeper:

On Russia’s Kola Peninsula, near the Norwegian border at about the same latitude as Prudhoe Bay, the Soviets have been drilling a well since 1970. It is now over 40,000 feet deep, making it the deepest hole on earth (the previous record holder was the Bertha Rogers well in Oklahoma–a gas well stopped at 32,000 feet when it struck molten sulfur).

I just love stuff like this.

Likely Life on Mars?

OK, here is the article I’m referring to for starters:

Life on Mars Likely, Scientist Claims

Now microbial life is pretty hardy stuff. They have found it in volcanoes at the bottom of the ocean, and in ice in the coldest parts of Antarctica. To find it on Mars, which is colder than Antarctica for sure, means microbial life is a little tougher than originally thought. But, what can’t be proven on this mission is if that microbial life is there or not. Which begs the question, do we REALLY need to know?

Today, the Messenger probe was launched to visit Mercury. It’s basically a one-way shot that will take about 8 years to get there. When it does get there, it’s going to basically shoot some pictures of Mercury up really close, as they now suspect there is frost in some cavernous impact craters on Mercury. All of this is to see if there is microbial life on Mercury. This again begs my question, do we REALLY need to know?

Microbial life isn’t really life IMO, it’s slightly advanced over plants, and it moves. It doesn’t think, I don’t think it even reacts. It does what it does and dies. If there is microbial life on Mars, it only proves there is microbial life on Mars. It doesn’t prove a civilized species lived there and died off for mysterious reasons. It doesn’t prove Mars is in its infancy waiting to flower into a civilized planet. It only proves that microbial life can exist in environments much harsher than originally expected.

I would much rather see more money spent on SETI than probing Mercury and other planets that are generations away from serving any use to mankind. At least with SETI, we’ll know that microbial life can advance to a more sophisticated state and under what conditions it takes to advance. I’m not devaluing the rover missions, they have been fantastic. I’m just not sure Mars has anything more to offer than what it has. We need to know how much more advanced societies got past the barriers of the barbarism that allowed them to advance than we need to know whether or not there’s microbial life on Mars.


Editor’s update, 5/3/2017:  We’ve had rovers and satellites scouring Mars for well over a decade now and we still haven’t found even a clue of microbial life on Mars.  Two realizations from this:

  • We don’t need to send men to Mars.  There’s nothing there.
  • If “scientists” are this wrong about something this simple and easily documented, how accurate are they are on Earth’s future?

 

Mega Tsunamis

Millions in U.S. Face Mega-Wave from Island Collapse

By Jeremy Lovell

LONDON (Reuters) – The bad news is tens of millions of people along the eastern seaboard of the United States and Canada may drown if the slow slippage of a volcano off north Africa becomes a cataclysmic collapse…..

“A future president of the United States must make a call on what to do when La Palma collapses,” he said.

I’ve seen this story on The Discovery Channel or The History Channel, I believe it was a production by BBC, Jeremy Lovell doesn’t have any scoop here. The question I have is, what can be done to stop this? Once the wave gets going, it will hit pretty much the entire eastern seaboard. I mean, for a president to decide what to do once it’s on the way is pretty fruitless other than to go on tv and tell everyone to get the hell out of there NOW. What was not explored during the tsunami special or the Lovell article is what can be done to prevent this from happening. The basic theory is La Palma ( part of the Canary Islands ), has two parts to it, one newer than the other. The newer part, due to shafts of super-heated water, is slowly pushing the older part away. At some point, the older part will fall off and create a super-tsunami 100 feet high and several hundred miles wide by the time it hits the US and Canada. I want to know what can be done to prevent this from happening rather than what can be done once it does happen. Is this the proper time to say “DUH!”?

Basketball and anatomy

Was just outside shooting basketball with my ten year old step-daughter. I gave her a body block, stole the ball, and decided to go for a long, long, long 3-pointer from the next door neighbor’s front yard. The ball arched through the air as the most graceful bird god ever created swooped aimlessly through the skies. Unfortunately that bird landed on the rim just as this downtown 3 pointer missed the center by just enough to actually sever the bird’s head from it’s body.

I immediately thought this might be the opportunity to explain some real-life anatomy along with some really bad puns to the 10 year old girl.

She wasn’t interested.