(sanoi iines)Kun erilleenpano ja sohvaviritys oli hyväksytty tai kun siitä ei enää kuulunut hirveitä mutinoita, otin tästä rohkaistuneena vuoteeni kirjaimellisesti syliini ja kannoin sen suurehkon yksiön kauimmaisen ikkunan alle, tilanjakajana toimineen kirjahyllyn taakse, ja katselin siitä helpottuneena tähtitaivasta ja kaupungin tummuvaa yötaivasta. Hengitys kulki taas hyvin.According to Roman philosopher Seneca, the part of life that we really live is small. For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time. In this sense, these small memories and actions of everyday life – though devoid of relevance – are the exact materialization of the passage of time.
1. The cargo cult. Yes, I know, the gods really must be crazy.
5. Simplistic religion vs. science battles. As anybody who's spent any time in the real world knows, religion and science mostly coexist reasonably well, unless you're Amish or
"large number of Icelanders" believe in elves or "hidden people.".. 54 percent of Icelanders don't deny the existence of elves and 8 percent believe in them outright, although only 3 percent claim to have encountered one personally.
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The huldufólk are thought to live in another dimension, invisible to most. They build their homes inside rocks and on craggy hillsides, and they seem to favor lava formations.
huldufólk experts believe negotiation is possible..Dr. Dennis McKenna and his brother Terence, traveled to the Amazon’s La Chorrera seeking a hallucinogenic plant that enables the Witoto tribe to talk to elf-like “little men.”..there’s
possibly a greater connection to the alien phenomena you may or may not know about. For the last twenty-five years, Dennis McKenna has pursued the interdisciplinary study of ethnopharmacology and plant hallucinogens. He is co-author, with his brother Terence, of The Invisible Landscape: Mind, Hallucinogens, and the I Ching (Seabury Press, 1975; Citadel Press, 1991), a philosophical and metaphysical exploration. kuka puhuikaan pikkumiehistä alkoholin vaikutuksen alaisena
Dr. Mckenna serves on the Advisory Board of the American Botanical Council, and on the Editorial Board of Phytomedicine, International Journal of Phytotherapy and Phytopharmacology. He is a founding board member and Vice-President of the Heffter Research Institute, a non-profit scientific organization dedicated to the investigation of therapeutic applications for psychedelic plants and compounds. He has also served as board member and Research Advisor to Botanical Dimensions, a non-profit organization dedicated to the investigation of ethnomedically significant plants. He was a primary organizer and key scientific collaborator for the Hoasca Project, an international biomedical study of Hoasca, a psychoactive drink used in ritual contexts by indigenous peoples
http://www.postreason.com/
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something ran past our tent door in the area between our tent and the edge of the bluff. It was quite close, about 3 - 4 feet away. We saw it very briefly in a flash of lightening: a silhouette of a very small "man", about 18 inches tall. His head was very large in proportion to his body, his arms rather short (they were out in front as he ran). I was so shocked I was speechless for a moment. I noticed my partner had tensed up. We were kinda frozen for a some seconds. I remember my mind racing, trying to think of a rational explanation - could it be a squirrel, some other creature? Nothing came to mind that would explain what I had seen. I don't remember who spoke first, but one of us said "did you see that?" or "what was that?". We both started rattling off excitedly trying to understand what we had each seen, describing what few details we saw, trying to think of some animal that it could possibly be. We both had seen only the silhouette, no details as to clothing, facial or other features; just that it was running on two human-like legs, had a human like body (except for the head being overly large). We did not get out of the tent to examine the area - the rain was coming down very hard, the ground all about running with streams of water, so between the weather and our spooked feelings, we stayed put, eventually falling asleep.
The next morning, we went to meet Basil (who had a cabin on the reserve) to pick up the ojibwe language tapes. Since the encounter of the night before was so fresh in our minds, we asked him if he had ever heard of such a thing. He smiled and told us about the "pukwudjes" (not sure I have the spelling right, but roughly translated, it meant "little people" or "little wild men").
