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It's a strange
world.
world.
Welcome to my mind
An interesting fact:
If the last 50,000 years of man's existence were divided into
lifetimes of approximately 62 years each, there have been
about 800. Of these 800, fully 650 were spent in caves. Only
during the last 70 has it been possible to communicate
effectively from one life time to another - as writing made it
possible to do. Only during the last 6 lifetimes did masses of
men ever see a printed word. Only during the last 4 has it
been possible to measure time with any precision. Only
during the last 2 has anyone anywhere ever used an electric
motor. And the overwhelming majority of all the material
goods we use in daily life have been developed within the
present 800th lifetime. (Alvin Toffler - 1970 -)
If the last 50,000 years of man's existence were divided into
lifetimes of approximately 62 years each, there have been
about 800. Of these 800, fully 650 were spent in caves. Only
during the last 70 has it been possible to communicate
effectively from one life time to another - as writing made it
possible to do. Only during the last 6 lifetimes did masses of
men ever see a printed word. Only during the last 4 has it
been possible to measure time with any precision. Only
during the last 2 has anyone anywhere ever used an electric
motor. And the overwhelming majority of all the material
goods we use in daily life have been developed within the
present 800th lifetime. (Alvin Toffler - 1970 -)
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After a night of drinking, Jack crept into bed beside his wife Ann who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.
When he awoke he found a strange man standing
at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who the hell are you?" demanded Jack, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"
The mysterious man answered, "This isn't your bedroom. I'm St.Peter."
Jack was stunned, "You mean I'm dead! That can't be! I have so much left to do. I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to my family. You've got to send
me back right away."
St Peter replied, "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch--we can only send you back as a dog or a hen."
Jack was devasted, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later and he was covered in
feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.
"This ain't so bad," he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.
The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?"
"It's not so bad," replies Jack, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode."
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before."
"Never," replied Jack.
"Well just relax and let it happen."
And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds an egg popped out. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him
as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg,
the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that had ever happened to him!
The joy kept coming, and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting, "Jack,
wake up you drunken
bastard! You're shitting all over the bed."
When he awoke he found a strange man standing
at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who the hell are you?" demanded Jack, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"
The mysterious man answered, "This isn't your bedroom. I'm St.Peter."
Jack was stunned, "You mean I'm dead! That can't be! I have so much left to do. I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to my family. You've got to send
me back right away."
St Peter replied, "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch--we can only send you back as a dog or a hen."
Jack was devasted, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later and he was covered in
feathers and clucking around pecking the ground.
"This ain't so bad," he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.
The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?"
"It's not so bad," replies Jack, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode."
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before."
"Never," replied Jack.
"Well just relax and let it happen."
And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds an egg popped out. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him
as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg,
the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that had ever happened to him!
The joy kept coming, and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting, "Jack,
wake up you drunken
bastard! You're shitting all over the bed."
