[Mrs. Robinson]

Originally Posted by aninjamom

Someone mentioned that it was a Unitarian Church. Not a Christian one. "If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything."

Are you saying that because this church is not a Christian church, it is no good and worthless?

That's what I am understanding from your quote which indicates you have no tolerance for Unitarianism.

[maureenod]

Originally Posted by Wiotte

My blessed mother shoved a fifth of Irish whiskey under her dead fathers arm while he slept in his coffin. Trust me, that bottle is empty now.

When Paddy was on his death bed, he told his wife, Mary, be wanted to take his money with him. He made her promise to carry out his last request.

When he died, and the funeral was over, her son ask.

"Mom, did you carry out his last request"

" Yes, son, my word is golden, he took his money with him. Last night when everyone was gone and I said my final goodbye, I slipped a check into his pocket.

[Boomer]

Somebody, somewhere in this thread started in on the Unitarians.

Just for the record -- Unity and Unitarian are not the same church.

You could ask Google if you want to know what those differences are.

[graciegirl]

Originally Posted by Mrs. Robinson

Are you saying that because this church is not a Christian church, it is no good and worthless?

That's what I am understanding from your quote which indicates you have no tolerance for Unitarianism.

Tolerance is a tricky thing. There are those with no tolerance for crosses in yards.

I have little patience (tolerance) with people who ignore deed restrictions.

I think REAL intolerance is easy to spot, THAT kind of intolerance. Hateful intolerance...... THAT kind is the kind spoiling for a fight. I say...........the more churches the better. And synagogues...and kind and loving people who look for good. I am INtolerant of all religions that want to kill people in TODAY's world.

Just because some people may not be accepting of Unitarianism as their religion doesn't mean they hate Unitarians. Quilters don't like sculpting sometimes. Everyone is different or they would only sell vanilla ice cream.

[Taltarzac725]

Thanks Graciegirl for starting a thread on a fascinating subject. We have probably been talking about this topic as long as humans could communicate with one another.

[justjim]

Originally Posted by graciegirl

I think I remember in the original thread there was mention of tickets to see this local woman at the Unitarian Church? Tickets usually mean money.

As other posts have mentioned (but worth repeating) the Unitarian Church is not considered by most Christian denominations as "mainline". A Mega-Church is generally defined as a church that has an average of 2,000 or more attendees weekly for a year. There are many fine mega-churches and some located right here in The Villages. Frankly, no experience with the prime subject matter but skeptical.

[Barefoot]

Originally Posted by Barefoot

I've also attended Suzanne's monthly sessions at the Unity Church for the past seven years.

Originally Posted by aninjamom

Someone mentioned that it was a Unitarian Church. Not a Christian one.

Originally Posted by Boomer

Somebody, somewhere in this thread started in on the Unitarians. Just for the record -- Unity and Unitarian are not the same church.

Just to set the record straight:
Suzanne previously rented a meeting room at the Unity Church in Summerfield.
The entrance fee of $5 was donated to the Unity Church for room rental.
(The Synagogue on CR 101 also has meeting rooms for rent, but I'm getting sidetracked.)
Now that the Unity Church has built a new Unity Spiritual Center in Fruitland Park, Suzanne holds her monthly meetings there.

[Rapscallion St Croix]

This thread has intrigued me so I hired a medium to help me resolve some issues. I thought it worth a shot. We sat in my front yard in front of a statue of St Drogo The Bilocator, patron saint of ugly people. I use this ornament to hide my little white cross. To ensure a pleasant experience, I hired a DJ from one of the local swimming pools to play some oldies. Our goal was to communicate with the spirit of Nicola Tesla so he could help me figure out why my 2005 gas powered Club Car keeps destroying starter solenoids. Those babies cost $34 and the medium was only charging $19.99 through a Groupon deal. After a few minutes, we achieved a bit of a breakthrough, but my joy was short lived. We had reached the spirit of Sir George Sitwell, fourth Baronet of Renishaw, Derbyshire, England (1860-1943) Talk about a jerk! He began by demanding that we not contradict him in any way, as it interferes with the functioning of the gastric juices and prevents his sleeping at night. We quickly apologized for dialing a wrong number and moved on. Next came a brief exchange with Bob Marley who told us, “The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.” He also added, "Your music sucks". This seemed to distress the DJ who began composing a letter to the editor on his iPad. Not much of a multi-tasker, he stopped playing music. After connecting with my old maid aunt who said, "I told you to buy an electric cart but you never listen" and Harvey Penick who told me my right hand grip was too strong, I was feeling somewhat encouraged. We were just hitting a groove when a neighbor came by and threatened to anonymously call Deed Compliance on me. I pondered the wisdom of trying to point out the paradox of her telling me that she was going to covertly report me, but I instead I just threatened to report her for having a fake service dog and exceeding the two pet rule with her amply stocked aquarium. I reminded the DJ that I was paying him to play tunes, not to text people on his cell phone and he sheepishly returned to work, spinning Jackie Wilson's first solo hit, Reet Petite. I hoped Bob Marley was still listening. We got a few more hits. Let me tell you that Don Rickles is not a lot of fun one on one. Mama Cass vehemently denies having been pregnant with John Lennon's child and is deeply offended that people believe a Jewish girl choked on a ham sandwich. Robin Williams is still not funny and sadly has pretty much reverted to full time Mork. We connected with dozens of common everyday people who wanted us to pass messages to the living. Most of these requests were of antagonistic nature, several regarding their spouses’ remarriages. When I began to lose hope of finding Tesla, it happened. Of course, all of the people we met were channeling through the medium. I know this was real because if it weren’t, the medium could be making a lot of money in Vegas as an impersonator. She nailed Rickles, Williams, Marley, my aunt, and now was speaking in a thick Serbo-Croatian accent. Sadly, I did not get my answer regarding the solenoid. Tesla admonished me for being trivial, noting that he could have revealed the truth about the Taos Hum, the Voynich Manuscript, Nazca Lines, or whether the chicken came before the egg or vice versa. Anyhoo…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Mediums are real but it is a hit or miss deal.

[graciegirl]

Originally Posted by Rapscallion St Croix

This thread has intrigued me so I hired a medium to help me resolve some issues. I thought it worth a shot. We sat in my front yard in front of a statue of St Drogo The Bilocator, patron saint of ugly people. I use this ornament to hide my little white cross. To ensure a pleasant experience, I hired a DJ from one of the local swimming pools to play some oldies. Our goal was to communicate with the spirit of Nicola Tesla so he could help me figure out why my 2005 gas powered Club Car keeps destroying starter solenoids. Those babies cost $34 and the medium was only charging $19.99 through a Groupon deal. After a few minutes, we achieved a bit of a breakthrough, but my joy was short lived. We had reached the spirit of Sir George Sitwell, fourth Baronet of Renishaw, Derbyshire, England (1860-1943) Talk about a jerk! He began by demanding that we not contradict him in any way, as it interferes with the functioning of the gastric juices and prevents his sleeping at night. We quickly apologized for dialing a wrong number and moved on. Next came a brief exchange with Bob Marley who told us, “The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.” He also added, "Your music sucks". This seemed to distress the DJ who began composing a letter to the editor on his iPad. Not much of a multi-tasker, he stopped playing music. After connecting with my old maid aunt who said, "I told you to buy an electric cart but you never listen" and Harvey Penick who told me my right hand grip was too strong, I was feeling somewhat encouraged. We were just hitting a groove when a neighbor came by and threatened to anonymously call Deed Compliance on me. I pondered the wisdom of trying to point out the paradox of her telling me that she was going to covertly report me, but I instead I just threatened to report her for having a fake service dog and exceeding the two pet rule with her amply stocked aquarium. I reminded the DJ that I was paying him to play tunes, not to text people on his cell phone and he sheepishly returned to work, spinning Jackie Wilson's first solo hit, Reet Petite. I hoped Bob Marley was still listening. We got a few more hits. Let me tell you that Don Rickles is not a lot of fun one on one. Mama Cass vehemently denies having been pregnant with John Lennon's child and is deeply offended that people believe a Jewish girl choked on a ham sandwich. Robin Williams is still not funny and sadly has pretty much reverted to full time Mork. We connected with dozens of common everyday people who wanted us to pass messages to the living. Most of these requests were of antagonistic nature, several regarding their spouses’ remarriages. When I began to lose hope of finding Tesla, it happened. Of course, all of the people we met were channeling through the medium. I know this was real because if it weren’t, the medium could be making a lot of money in Vegas as an impersonator. She nailed Rickles, Williams, Marley, my aunt, and now was speaking in a thick Serbo-Croatian accent. Sadly, I did not get my answer regarding the solenoid. Tesla admonished me for being trivial, noting that he could have revealed the truth about the Taos Hum, the Voynich Manuscript, Nazca Lines, or whether the chicken came before the egg or vice versa. Anyhoo…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Mediums are real but it is a hit or miss deal.

I so like your humor.

[Barefoot]

Originally Posted by Rapscallion St Croix

This thread has intrigued me so I hired a medium to help me resolve some issues. I thought it worth a shot. We sat in my front yard in front of a statue of St Drogo The Bilocator, patron saint of ugly people. I use this ornament to hide my little white cross. To ensure a pleasant experience, I hired a DJ from one of the local swimming pools to play some oldies. Our goal was to communicate with the spirit of Nicola Tesla so he could help me figure out why my 2005 gas powered Club Car keeps destroying starter solenoids. Those babies cost $34 and the medium was only charging $19.99 through a Groupon deal. After a few minutes, we achieved a bit of a breakthrough, but my joy was short lived. We had reached the spirit of Sir George Sitwell, fourth Baronet of Renishaw, Derbyshire, England (1860-1943) Talk about a jerk! He began by demanding that we not contradict him in any way, as it interferes with the functioning of the gastric juices and prevents his sleeping at night. We quickly apologized for dialing a wrong number and moved on. Next came a brief exchange with Bob Marley who told us, “The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.” He also added, "Your music sucks". This seemed to distress the DJ who began composing a letter to the editor on his iPad. Not much of a multi-tasker, he stopped playing music. After connecting with my old maid aunt who said, "I told you to buy an electric cart but you never listen" and Harvey Penick who told me my right hand grip was too strong, I was feeling somewhat encouraged. We were just hitting a groove when a neighbor came by and threatened to anonymously call Deed Compliance on me. I pondered the wisdom of trying to point out the paradox of her telling me that she was going to covertly report me, but I instead I just threatened to report her for having a fake service dog and exceeding the two pet rule with her amply stocked aquarium. I reminded the DJ that I was paying him to play tunes, not to text people on his cell phone and he sheepishly returned to work, spinning Jackie Wilson's first solo hit, Reet Petite. I hoped Bob Marley was still listening. We got a few more hits. Let me tell you that Don Rickles is not a lot of fun one on one. Mama Cass vehemently denies having been pregnant with John Lennon's child and is deeply offended that people believe a Jewish girl choked on a ham sandwich. Robin Williams is still not funny and sadly has pretty much reverted to full time Mork. We connected with dozens of common everyday people who wanted us to pass messages to the living. Most of these requests were of antagonistic nature, several regarding their spouses’ remarriages. When I began to lose hope of finding Tesla, it happened. Of course, all of the people we met were channeling through the medium. I know this was real because if it weren’t, the medium could be making a lot of money in Vegas as an impersonator. She nailed Rickles, Williams, Marley, my aunt, and now was speaking in a thick Serbo-Croatian accent. Sadly, I did not get my answer regarding the solenoid. Tesla admonished me for being trivial, noting that he could have revealed the truth about the Taos Hum, the Voynich Manuscript, Nazca Lines, or whether the chicken came before the egg or vice versa. Anyhoo…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Mediums are real but it is a hit or miss deal.

[Mrs. Robinson]

Rapscallion St Croix -- I can't wait for you to come out with the next chapter !!!

[CFrance]

Originally Posted by Challenger

What do witches use for a symbol? I think I saw something is a front yard yesterday

Was it under the eaves?

[golfing eagles]

Originally Posted by CFrance

Was it under the eaves?

or in the broom closet?
maybe next to the bonfire?
behind the cauldron?

[Allegiance]

A village outing is in order.

Cassadaga, Florida - Wikipedia

[Wiotte]

Originally Posted by Allegiance

A village outing is in order.

Cassadaga, Florida - Wikipedia

I'm in.


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