I think I picked up some Demons at the Zoo!

[Spiderman]

Singing and paying homage to a spider Monkey.

Then I began to see in my imagination the ugly things people do to each other, friends giving each other the kiss of Judas, betrayal, murder, and getting addicted to that behavior. I began to have a dark night of the soul! And I felt a dark presence that got worse at wal-mart. All I could see was people killing each other. And the future of humanity. Better not be too attached to this passing decaying world folks! Makes me want to avoid the 7 cardinal sins and do some spiritual warfare, exorcism.

 

[Jimmy]

God will speak before it gets to grim thankfully

 

[Twilight Hue]

Singing and paying homage to a spider Monkey.

Then I began to see in my imagination the ugly things people do to each other, friends giving each other the kiss of Judas, betrayal, murder, and getting addicted to that behavior. I began to have a dark night of the soul! And I felt a dark presence that got worse at wal-mart. All I could see was people killing each other. And the future of humanity. Better not be too attached to this passing decaying world folks! Makes me want to avoid the 7 cardinal sins and do some spiritual warfare, exorcism.

Well, just don't feed them after midnight.

 

[Spiderman]

God will speak before it gets to grim thankfully

To who....to me?

 

[Jimmy]

To who....to me?

All of us

 

[Spiderman]

Well, just don't feed them after midnight.

Well, as a matter of fact, that is a spider monkey, and the most frightening experience I have had walking after midnight in Minnesota, involved what appeared to be a spider monkey, though they are not native to Minnesota.

I go to capitol hill to pay homage to the names carved into granite that died violently in vietnam, and something came out of the bush next to the big cliff size plaque that is lighted up. It was no larger than a spider monkey when it came out of the bush, and I looked away when we made eye contact , (looked like a spider monkey) because if they see fear, it can cause aggression.

I began praying to, paying homage to the soldiers carved into the plaque as the creature grew the size of a homo sapien bigger than myself. I closed my eyes, bowed, prepared to meet my maker, and walked towards the capitol building which has many lights all night long.

I am never afraid at Capitol hill saint Paul. It's modeled after Saint Peter's basilica, Vatican city, and many things endearing to my heart, like when they put 1,000 or more red tombstones over capitol hill with the name of a local woman who got violently murdered.

But that night, I must have been guilty of some sin, because I didn't feel that shield I usually feel there , like "Mom's gonna protect me, and if I die, I will die in a state of grace. I don't like living anyways. " That usually scares people who want to intimidate me, when I say with genuine sincerety "Blow my brains out!"

But that night I was definately spooked like never before, on turf I am most comfortable with. At one point I could hear and feel footsteps behind me, and I could actually see a figure right behind my shoulder. I remember the brown and white hat and dress shirt they seemed to be wearing over my shoulder.

I turned around to try to look as comfortable and friendly as possible and say "Hello there. How's tonight treating you?".

But no one was there. Not on the entire capitol Hill. Then I got really scared because I realized I wasn't sane. I walked home as fast as I could and realized , my God , my Capitol Hill Queens, can take away my cocky "not scared of death. "

Indifferent because " i hate how stupid this world is. It's only gonna get more stupid and I'm not getting any younger....I hate my life! Would rather get shot than die of cancer. It's gonna happen anyways."

I learned how bad it is for some people, and that what ever confidence I have in dying fearless and prepared for death, that shield, that has scared people away, or won respect in situations like incarceration or the ghetto of New York....it can be taken away at any time.

I'm not sure why it was that night though. If I was a worse sinner than usual or if I just got picked at random. Lol! It taught me a few lessons though. And it began with a spider monkey.

 

[Dave Watchman]

Well, as a matter of fact, that is a spider monkey, and the most frightening experience I have had walking after midnight in Minnesota, involved what appeared to be a spider monkey, though they are not native to Minnesota.

I go to capitol hill to pay homage to the names carved into granite that died violently in vietnam, and something came out of the bush next to the big cliff size plaque that is lighted up. It was no larger than a spider monkey when it came out of the bush, and I looked away when we made eye contact , (looked like a spider monkey) because if they see fear, it can cause aggression.

I began praying to, paying homage to the soldiers carved into the plaque as the creature grew the size of a homo sapien bigger than myself. I closed my eyes, bowed, prepared to meet my maker, and walked towards the capitol building which has many lights all night long.

I am never afraid at Capitol hill saint Paul. It's modeled after Saint Peter's basilica, Vatican city, and many things endearing to my heart, like when they put 1,000 or more red tombstones over capitol hill with the name of a local woman who got violently murdered.

But that night, I must have been guilty of some sin, because I didn't feel that shield I usually feel there , like "Mom's gonna protect me, and if I die, I will die in a state of grace. I don't like living anyways. " That usually scares people who want to intimidate me, when I say with genuine sincerety "Blow my brains out!"

But that night I was definately spooked like never before, on turf I am most comfortable with. At one point I could hear and feel footsteps behind me, and I could actually see a figure right behind my shoulder. I remember the brown and white hat and dress shirt they seemed to be wearing over my shoulder.

I turned around to try to look as comfortable and friendly as possible and say "Hello there. How's tonight treating you?".

But no one was there. Not on the entire capitol Hill. Then I got really scared because I realized I wasn't sane. I walked home as fast as I could and realized , my God , my Capitol Hill Queens, can take away my cocky "not scared of death. "

Indifferent because " i hate how stupid this world is. It's only gonna get more stupid and I'm not getting any younger....I hate my life! Would rather get shot than die of cancer. It's gonna happen anyways."

I learned how bad it is for some people, and that what ever confidence I have in dying fearless and prepared for death, that shield, that has scared people away, or won respect in situations like incarceration or the ghetto of New York....it can be taken away at any time.

I'm not sure why it was that night though. If I was a worse sinner than usual or if I just got picked at random. Lol! It taught me a few lessons though. And it began with a spider monkey.

Nice note. You're a writer. You can write spooky stories.

Then I got really scared because I realized I wasn't sane.

It sounds kind of funny. Tall people know they're tall. Fat people know they're fat. But do insane people know that they're insane? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of insanity?

You'll be OK Rope a Pope. You made it this far. Just take it easy. Take it easy. Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.

Just enjoy every sunny day.

They are limited in number.

 

[Spiderman]

Nice note. You're a writer. You can write spooky stories.



It sounds kind of funny. Tall people know they're tall. Fat people know they're fat. But do insane people know that they're insane? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of insanity?

You'll be OK Rope a Pope. You made it this far. Just take it easy. Take it easy. Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.

Just enjoy every sunny day.

They are limited in number.

Thank you. Then I should be doing more with my life. That isn't always a comfortable reality to face, but is sort of a necessary evil to get moving and being diligent with what one has.

 

[dybmh]

Singing and paying homage to a spider Monkey.

I love the singing. And the trilling at the end. And kiddos in the background.

Oh yes, also the spider monkey. They're so fun.

In the second video, is that you speaking? Japanese?

My favorite monkeys are called , oh, I'm straining to remember. Debrassa's monkey? Ah. Google helped. DeBrazza. They have a special coat and a sweet little beard.

Then I began to see in my imagination the ugly things people do to each other, friends giving each other the kiss of Judas, betrayal, murder, and getting addicted to that behavior.

I relate, bro.

I began to have a dark night of the soul!

~nods~

Better not be too attached to this passing decaying world folks!

For me, if this happens, I define the world, here-and-now, as it actually exists, as the world which is in contrast, sharp contrast, to the one which is in my mind.

It's sort of like my mind gets into a mode of "what-if", and all the "what-ifs" are really really bad. But, I've learned that those "what-if's" are bringing definition to the world in a counter-intuitive way. The "darkness" defines what is Not the world, in the same way as the white space around these letters define what isn't typed on the screen. If that makes sense.

If I know for certain what it is NOT, then I also can drive what it is. Counter-intuitively. At the very least I know all of that "darkness" is only in my mind.

Ymmv.

 

[Spiderman]

 

[Spiderman]

 

[Spiderman]

I love the singing. And the trilling at the end. And kiddos in the background.

Oh yes, also the spider monkey. They're so fun.

In the second video, is that you speaking? Japanese?

My favorite monkeys are called , oh, I'm straining to remember. Debrassa's monkey? Ah. Google helped. DeBrazza. They have a special coat and a sweet little beard.

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I relate, bro.



~nods~



For me, if this happens, I define the world, here-and-now, as it actually exists, as the world which is in contrast, sharp contrast, to the one which is in my mind.

It's sort of like my mind gets into a mode of "what-if", and all the "what-ifs" are really really bad. But, I've learned that those "what-if's" are bringing definition to the world in a counter-intuitive way. The "darkness" defines what is Not the world, in the same way as the white space around these letters define what isn't typed on the screen. If that makes sense.

If I know for certain what it is NOT, then I also can drive what it is. Counter-intuitively. At the very least I know all of that "darkness" is only in my mind.

Ymmv.

Great post!