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 Christianity Etc › Re: Be Cautious!! Do not be Led astray!! by introvertme: 11:33am On Mar 26, 2017 |
dingbang:dem dey my church |
| Literature › Re: The Hole (sci-fi) mini -series by introvertme(op): 9:15pm On Mar 25, 2017 |
Part 5 My hometown isn’t too far from where I live now. I moved to go to college. It’s about a four hour drive away. My Mom moved to be close to me after Dad died. I don’t go back often, because there isn’t a whole lot to draw me there. I heard from Mom when they decided to abandon the housing I grew up in. For whatever reason, they couldn’t sell the houses and didn’t have the budget to renovate, so the town government is just letting them rot. When I first heard that news, I didn’t care much. I try not to get sentimental. But preparing to see the place again, where I had so many memories, got to me. The days of watching The Real Ghostbusters in my fuzzy Star Wars pyjamas. The days of watching The X-Files with Mom. The days of lying in bed all summer reading UFO books. Of course I realized it’d just be empty space now, nothing in common with those memories other than a floorplan. That all went away once I got inside. I snuck in through the window I used to climb through when I forgot my key. As soon as my feet hit the floor, the music started. It was low and distorted, so I couldn’t make out what it was. But I was sure it wasn’t playing until I entered. Someone else had to be inside. And knew I was inside. And that scared the heck out of me. I waited for a sound other than the music, but it was just the music. I felt a little more courage. So I started walking toward the stairs. The music got louder, but no less distorted. The tune was familiar, though. I went up the stairs slowly. That’s where my old room was. By the time I got to the top, I knew what I was listening to. “Early in the Morning” by Vanity Fare. An oldie. And it was coming from a grimy old radio propped in front of my bedroom door. That was odd, because the song was playing on a loop. I switched the radio off. Then I realized I’d telegraphed my exact location by doing that. I broke out into a cold sweat for a moment waiting for something to happen. But all I heard now was a buzzing from in the room. Like a beehive. I also saw my name placard was still on the door. Other people had lived here after Mom left, I’m sure of that. Why would they have left that? I opened the door. I didn’t and still don’t know how to react to what I saw inside. The room had been set up to look exactly like it did when I was a teen. Not like it did after I left for college or even just before. Like it did in 1999. Down to the details. The Halloween lights around the desktop. Fangoria posters on the walls. My old Mr. T pillow on the bed. Someone had to have known my room in intimate detail to have done this. Who could have? And why? It made no sense. Then there were some details that were off. But in such a way that it seemed intentional. Like in my Candyman poster, it said it starred Tiny Lister instead of Tony Todd. And the wall was painted with the same stucco, but the color was a shade or two off. Things like that. They were everywhere. That was more troubling to me than the recreation itself. I found where the buzzing was coming from. The computer. It was running. Maybe Ben was right about the Hole. I sat down and activated the screen. Like the rest of the room, the desktop was a faithful snapshot of 1999. Every icon just as I remembered. I couldn’t find anything running out of the ordinary. It just felt strange. Like I was transported to the past. That’s when I noticed the one thing out of order with my desktop. An icon way in the corner, almost off the screen, called “Milk and Honey”. I never had any such file. I’m sure of that. I started moving the mouse up to it. I felt strangely afraid to open it. Before I could, the radio started blasting “Early in the Morning” again. My heart almost stopped. I looked behind me expecting the worst. Nobody was there. I got up to switch the radio off. But it was still off. I checked the batteries and there were none. That’s when I realized the music wasn’t coming from the radio. I wanted to get out of there. I’ve felt fear before. I don’t think I’ve ever known what dread feels like before then. Not really. But I had to find out what “Milk and Honey” is. It loaded a Telnet connection. I hadn’t seen one of those in a while. The connection worked, because in a few seconds an ASCII mountain filled the window. I waited and waited for something to happen. But nothing did. Just the mountain. I tried submitting some inputs. I even wondered if the connection died. I was going to retry, but I got a phone call from Det. Thereault just then. The first thing he asked me when I answered was, “Are you alone?” I thought that was strange. But I told him I believed I was. But I wasn’t sure. He asked where I was. I told him. He said I needed to get out of that house slowly and calmly, get in my car, and drive back to him. I’d never heard him sound like that before. Something was definitely wrong. I was ready to listen. But I wanted to know what’s going on. He said he had a gut feeling about something and decided to check back with Angelica to make sure everything was OK. Everything was not. He said that girl he’d put me in contact with two weeks ago was not Angelica. They had no idea who that woman was, because no-one’s been able to find her. The home she was in was apparently a rent house between renters. Nobody lived there at the time. All they found left behind was a script detailing what she was supposed to say when she spoke to me. I was speechless. And confused. I’d just readjusted my thinking to believe everything with Angelica was a lie. And now that the truth about the lie was also a lie, did that make the lie true? But it got worse. Det. Thereault said he contacted Angelica’s family again and asked more questions. A lot more. She had every message I ever sent her printed out. Pictures of me. A map of my hometown. A doll. He said in some of the pictures I was clearly sleeping. Did I know of any such pictures? I couldn’t speak. He took my silence for a ‘No.’ And he was right. “There’s more,” he said. “But you have to get back here now. Calmly.” I thanked him and prepared to do just what he said. That’s when I noticed more had happened on the telnet screen. There was a question up. “Are you alone?” That was what the detective had just asked. That was frightening enough. I typed “I don’t know.” Then text started appearing very slowly, letter by letter. I took a picture, so I can type it out as it was. “ths messsag is a war ning trnsmitttd b dilatons after aftr 2K brea this devi e shutit all down get ut save yourself” It repeated three times, then the connection ended. I tried it again and it just wouldn’t connect anymore. I wasn’t sure what to do. It didn’t feel right breaking the computer. So I just unplugged the power from the back. I got up, ready to calmly exit like the detective said. I would’ve been ok, I think. But I saw something that’ll never leave me for as long as I live. There were strands of dark hair flowing from under the bed. I froze where I was and kept staring at them. To make sure I was seeing right, that it wasn’t just threads. Because it was dark in that area. As my eyes adjusted, I realized I wasn’t just looking at hair. I had been looking right into someone’s eye for half a minute. And whoever it was had just been staring right back the whole time. I screamed. And I ran, jumping several steps at a time, out the front door. I resolved to never, ever go back there again. I don’t know who that was. I didn’t want to find out. Knowing I was being watched that whole time. It still felt like that eye was on me. That's pretty much ruined my memories of that place forever. One more thing before I end this update. I went to where the Egypt used to be before I left town. It had been converted to a pub. People were there, so I felt comfortable going in. I got a much-needed drink and asked how long they’d been here. So happened I was speaking to the owner. He said the place was a foreclosure he snatched up in auction. The previous owners just abandoned everything. The computers were still running when he moved in. He figured they’d been stealing electricity from the post office. I told him I used to come here for the internet. Then he said my name and asked, “Is that you?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer. But I did. I told him it was. He said there was a little box left behind with a note asking that it be given to me. It was junk, he said. Just old floppy disks. But he liked the mystery of it, like a message in a bottle kinda deal, so he held onto it. I had to buy a disk drive before I could even read what was on them. I’m not sure what to make of it. Each disk had a picture of a different teen. Some information about each one. A bunch of bookmarked websites. And copies of different internet activities. They all had two things in common. They were all missing children. And they all had internet contact with Angelica. Except for one of them. That one was Angelica herself. I handed it over to the police. This is way over my head. Part 7 |
| Christianity Etc › Re: What Is Your View On Death/afterlife. by introvertme: 9:54pm On Mar 24, 2017 |
obinna58:pls Whats the name of d church u were attending before you stopped? |
| Literature › Re: The Hole (sci-fi) mini -series by introvertme(op): 6:58pm On Mar 13, 2017 |
LitQueen:It isn't fiction,I just decided to assume it's a fictional story,cos it was wayyyy to creepy to b true.It's a true story |
| Celebrities › Re: Apostle Suleman Bought House For Daniella Okeke In Maryland Lagos - Sahara R. by introvertme: 9:59pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
chronique:This is exactly what I've been saying #Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones |
| Celebrities › Re: Apostle Suleman Bought House For Daniella Okeke In Maryland Lagos - Sahara R. by introvertme: 9:45pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
Ask4Info:Lmao bro,Sahara reporters dey para ooo,na do or die 4 any matter dem carry 2 Likes |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Honey Phoenix Evarist: "Omega Fire Ministry Pastor Sexually Assaulted Me" by introvertme: 3:02pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
mamatwiny:It was posted on naij,her pictures are there. Naij embedded her facebook post on their site,but she removed it,that's why you can't see it 3 Likes
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| Christianity Etc › Re: Honey Phoenix Evarist: "Omega Fire Ministry Pastor Sexually Assaulted Me" by introvertme: 2:46pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
TinaAnita:why are u defending nonsense!!!! did u even check d date. 4 Likes |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Why The Soul Isn't Immortal by introvertme(op): 12:44pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
Talasuma:it's not long jor |
| Webmasters › Re: Has Anyone Used Nairapp To Advertise Or Earn by introvertme(op): 12:43pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
tank u |
| Literature › Re: The Hole (sci-fi) mini -series by introvertme(op): 12:42pm On Mar 12, 2017 |
So, like I said in my last update, I contacted my buddy Ben who’s a real computer wizard. He works IT at the University of Guelph. I know that may not sound like the most prestigious place to be, but they actively poached him. He’s good. Anyway, I give Ben an idea of what’s going on and ask if he can get a lock on that gopher site for me. I also ask, if he can safely do it, to see if there’s anything to this Hole site. He says that won’t be a problem. The next day he already comes back to me with the question, “Is this some sort of a joke? I don’t like wasting my time.” I’ve never seen Ben even slightly irritated before. He tells me when he traced the gopher site, it turns out it’s being hosted right there at the University of Guelph. But they don’t have a gopher site. Never have. Stranger still, it’s inside the IT department’s offices. I assure him if it is a joke, I’m not in on it. So he manages to track the server to a storage room in a sub-basement below his office. The subbasement was abandoned years before he even started working there due to ventilation and mold issues. It’s just full of old IT crap now and some storage lockers. Someone had set up the server in a storage closet. The closet itself was completely obscured by old computer equipment. And it looked like it had been for several years. Meaning the server was running under their noses all that time. When he gets in, he sees an old desktop. It’s hooked up to a phone. Beside it, there’s a notepad with the words “Make it stop” and “Abracadabra” on it in the same handwriting. He said that was a ominous. The whole place is covered in thick dust. But the server is still running. He hooks up a monitor and keyboard to disable it. And he said the ironic thing is it had an auto-shutdown date of that very day. Gave him the chills. And he doesn’t chill easy. When he let his manager know what he found, his manager told him there’s really only one man who could’ve set that up. Back in the early ‘90s, a guy worked in the department they all called “Milky,” ‘cause last name was Melke and he was really white. He was a little eccentric. But then he had a burnout and it got worse. It started with him pounding his desk. The manager at the time asked him if he was ok. He said there’s no way out. Ben’s boss said he heard Milky say something like, “You think you exist, but you’re just another part of it. Everything is just another puzzle." Then he asked, “Do I exist?” He said it was eerie. Every day around 3pm Milky started standing in a dark corner of the office, facing the wall. He’d mutter some things. The guys joked that he was at his prayers. But he’d always come away looking more upset than anything else. Once a new guy asked him if he was a Muslim and he replied with, “I’m sorry.” And the guy said, “For what?” He said, “It was telling me how your children die.” Toward the end, before they fired him, he started telling them about how he found a place on the internet that wasn’t made by humans. The guys joked that it was Skynet, since Terminator was a big movie. But he said it wasn’t created by machines either. It was just always there. And it showed him things he couldn’t unsee. Ben's boss even recalled that he started to tear up. The manager said it was sad to see such a smart guy clearly losing it. He was never caught stealing anything. But equipment disappeared during his shift and it just caught up to him. He told them when they fired him that the secret place got into his head, and that he’d sometimes wake up in strange places and he had no idea what he did. Ben said he wouldn’t look up the Hole for me. The gopher site was freaky enough. Because there was one other thing I should know. The server had a linkup, through the phone line, to a really old webcam. Low res and the image updates every 4 seconds or so. It’d been running non-stop since ’97. All of them just show the front of someone’s house. The same house back to ’97. He sent me the photos. Because he knew what it was. It was my house. But here’s the thing about that. This house that I live in now--I just bought this house two years ago. So why was there a camera focused on it since '97? I can't be the target, then. I went back to the police with the webcam information anyway. Turns out, even though they didn’t really think there was a crime going on, the local police department got curious. Or at least, one officer, Det. Thereault. Because the fact that Angelica disappeared meant there was a potential crime tied up in this. He went all out investigating this and actually turned something up. He found Angelica! When he told me she was alive and well, I was thrilled, naturally. He said she voluntarily ran away from home and chose not to have contact with her family. She declined to say why. And legally he was bound to protect her privacy. However, when he told her how it came about that he went looking for her, she asked him if she could speak to me. He gave me her phone number. I called her up. I was nervous, since it’d been so long and I was excited to hear from her again after thinking the worst. She answered quickly and asked if it was me. I told her yes and said it was nice to hear her voice after all this time. Then she said, without any pleasantries, “It wasn’t me sending you messages.” I told her I figured that much out. That’s when she let it drop. “I don’t think you understand,” she said. “I have never once in my life sent you any sort of communication before now. I don’t know you at all.” I felt a little shocked, a little worried, and angry, because a part of me thought she was lying. But what if she was telling the truth? I told her she must be confused. I found her through her Wiccan homepage on angelfire and I described the page to her. She said she didn’t make “that thing” and I should never have gone there. “It’s bad.” She wouldn’t say anymore on that. Then I told her all the details I knew of her personal life, about her likes and hopes and dreams and her family. She said it was all true. But whoever told him about it, it wasn’t her. That’s why she wanted to talk to me now. So I would know the truth. She remembered how it used to happen every now and then a long time ago. She would have people tell her they talked to her online all night, but she knew she’d never spoken to them. And they’d tell her she was doing things she knew she’d never done. She was asleep or sometimes not even in town. Then they’d get weird or disappear. She remembered this one time she was doing her math homework, and a random guy messaged her with the solution to the problem. She was terrified. But she asked him how he knew her math problem, was he spying on her. And he told her, no, she asked him for help. She didn’t believe him. So he sent her a screenshot. The message was from a day ago. She’d just gotten the homework that day. She said the worst it got was when she messaged a close friend of hers she saw online on ICQ. Her friend replied with, “Who is this?” She thought it was just a joke, so she said something silly, she didn’t remember what. Her friend said she didn’t think it was cool to be hacking Angelica’s account. Or if this was her brother, to knock it off. Angelica swore it was her. And her friend replied, “Umm, I know you’re not Angelica, because Angelica’s sitting right here with me.” She knew this friend wouldn’t joke like that. She didn’t have the imagination for it. Whatever it was, her friend really believed she was in the room with her. But she wasn’t. Her friend always insisted she was there that night. She said Angelica was showing her her cool, new homepage. The friendship fell apart after that, because her friend got strange. That was the first she’d ever seen of the homepage and she knew it was “bad juju.” I asked her if she’d ever heard of The Hole. She went silent for so long, I thought we lost connection. She said she’s still there, she just never expected to hear that again. There was this guy who used to harass her back when she was just about 12 or 13, on IRC. He called himself “HolyMoses.” He started off nice. He seemed to understand all her problems. And to know what she was thinking. At 12, that felt romantic. But she noticed weird things, like he didn’t seem to have any life or personality. Any time of the day, he was always online and active. But no-one knew anything about him. One day he started telling her stranger things. Like, “Do you remember the three men dressed as bees at the Halloween party?” She didn’t know what he was talking about. Eight years later at a college Halloween party, she saw three men dressed as bees sitting in the corner of the room. They weren’t doing anything. Just sitting still and staring at the floor. Then they turned to her and their eyes looked so black. She ran out of the party. Another time he told her, “You can drink and smoke, you know. You died in a car crash.” It scared the life out of her. She briefly wondered if she really was a ghost, she said. When she told him to stop talling her things like that, he said there was a place she could go that was for special people only. And she’d never need to go anywhere else. It was a place on the internet that was infinite in all directions. She said she remembered him saying that specifically. And everything she needed would be there. It was called “The Hole” and she just had to send him a message with the letter ‘M’ to get there. She actually tried to do it, because things weren’t going well for her. But she sent the letter ‘N’ by accident, because her hands were shaking. HolyMoses went offline and she didn’t see him after. Until 2010, when she got an email from TheNewCommandments at HolyMoses dort come saying, “You coming?” If anyone was impersonating her, she said that was the most likely person. At the time, she was so naïve. Looking back on it now, talking to me, she said he was the creepiest person she’d ever encountered. Just thinking of him creeped her out. And made her afraid he’d sense it somehow and come for her. She said that was all she had for me and not to call her again. I thanked her for taking the time to talk to me at all. And wished her the best in her life. I think I’m going to need some time to process all of this. |
| Celebrities › Re: Tonto Dikeh Says Churchill Is A Yahoo Boy Who Killed Their Unborn Child by introvertme: 11:05am On Mar 11, 2017 |
ruggedtimi:please. explain |
| Webmasters › Re: Help: I'm Having Problem Applying For Adsense (photos) by introvertme: 7:01am On Mar 09, 2017 |
nmreports:his domain probably has an extension,like u rightly said maybe traa.Sapka.mabi |
| Christianity Etc › Re: 21 Things Pastor Need To Stop by introvertme: 11:17am On Mar 05, 2017 |
bro the religion section is the most provocative all the sub forums on nairaland,there has been no time that I've been to this section and I left smiling. How some persons just decide to stop reasoning with their brain really amazes me,if its not what their father(priest or Reverend) says they won't listen or read!!! the worst part is that the priests keep preaching what they don't know (Deuteronomy 29:29) 1st john 4:1 |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Redeemed Church Copying Roman Catholic Tradition by introvertme: 11:12am On Mar 05, 2017 |
asuustrike2009:bro the religion section is the most provocative all the sub forums on nairaland,there has been no time that I've been to this section and I left smiling. How some persons just decide to stop reasoning with their brain really amazes me,if its not what their father(priest or Reverend) says they won't listen or read!!! the worst part is that the priests keep preaching what they don't know (Deuteronomy 29:29) 1st john 4:1 |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Redeemed Church Copying Roman Catholic Tradition by introvertme: 10:39am On Mar 05, 2017 |
asuustrike2009:to be honest ehn all Catholics have been brainwashed. they don't want to even read their bible |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Redeemed Church Copying Roman Catholic Tradition by introvertme: 10:32am On Mar 05, 2017 |
sexybaby22:please stop blaspheming. God Almighty doesn't have a mother!!!!!! |
| Literature › The Hole (sci-fi) mini -series by introvertme(op): 9:34pm On Mar 04, 2017 |
This story was written by Nazisharks and its his true life story. All credit goes to him. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I’ve been an internet user for twenty years now. That’s older than some of my co-workers. It’s over half my life. And still the internet feels like “the new thing.” I take it for granted, like we all do. But at least I remember what it was like when it wasn’t there. When you had to leaf through an encyclopedia set to find an answer. When you could only find Gillian Anderson’s picture in magazines. Or later, when songs took 30 minutes to download and full-length movies were almost impossible to find, because no-one’s harddrive could hold them. First getting online was super exciting. I mean, the first time I did it without supervision. Because I knew I had anything at my fingertips. I could type it into good ol’ Lycos and there it would be. I was interested in naked celebrities and the paranormal back then. I was only 13, give me a break. I was so interested in the paranormal, I built a fortunecities homepage and linked it to the DarkNet webring, where all the best “dark” websites and homepages came together. Pages on spellbooks, goth babes, the occult, dark art, and a grossout page or two. It was through the webring that I met Angelica. Angelica hosted a Wiccan geocities or tripod homepage that I found particularly alluring. No wait, it was angelfire. She just made the best of some cool animated gifs, midis, and frames—amazing stuff at the time. Just like her, the page was creative and attractive, but also simple. The reason I bring her up is she contacted me just a few weeks ago by email asking, “What’s been happening?” A catch-up question. And this is pure Angelica: She signed the email with her ICQ contact #. I enjoyed the quaint touch. It’d be like someone in the ‘90s sending a letter with a wax seal, right? I replied back with a summary of how my life had gone over the past 18 years or so since I’d last communicated with her. 18 years—makes you think. She shot back a response almost immediately asking for details. We exchanged a few emails this way. I was pretty excited to come home from work and write to her, actually. Nothing romantic. It was just like reconnecting with my past. It was a strange feeling. But I started to notice something off. She never really answered anything about herself. She ignored my suggestions that we text or even talk on the phone. She just kept wanting to know more about me. It got me wondering if something was wrong. Like she’s dying and just doesn’t want to say. So I just ask her why she isn’t sharing and if there’s something I should know. I read over her previous messages looking for clues, I guess you could say. And I noticed something that didn’t occur to me at all until then. Her email address was at globetrotter.net. I know a lot of people still have their old email addresses that they just haven’t given up. It just struck me as strange. Globetrotter was a Canadian ISP way back in the mid-90s. I didn’t even realize they still hosted. It’s like she was purposely trying to be old school. But something about it creeped me out. Like she was trying too hard to make me feel nostalgic or something. It’s hard to explain. Again, I didn’t have to wait long for her reply. She didn’t tell me what was wrong. She just asked me, “Hey, do you remember The Hole?” I didn’t. Just a hazy sense that I dreamed about something called ‘The Hole’ once. Whatever it was, I had an instinctive feeling that it was something bad. I went over IRC rooms, websites, and newsgroups in my head, but nothing. She sent me another email, before I could even reply. “You really don’t remember? The Hole was our little secret. Not many knew about it. Even fewer how to find it. But we found it. It was right there all along. Sometimes, when you’d load darknet in Netscape, there’d be a tiny black dot in the bottom, left corner, in all this blank space. You had to hover over it exactly and click it. Then you’d be there. You’d be in The Hole. You remember it now, don’t you?” She was right, I did. I didn’t remember ever calling it “The Hole,” but I remembered that secret little space we found. I remember it was like the browser didn’t see it as a real website or something. There wasn’t even an address to copy and paste from the bar. It was just the letter ‘M.’ I tried everything to pin it down to an IP, but ‘M’ was all I could ever find. I remembered it. But I never liked that site at all. There was nothing there. It was all empty. I remembered being excited the first time we found it, because it was something hidden. And it felt like somewhere we shouldn’t be. And then I hated it. Because it was just empty. And it made me feel bad and empty. I never cared to remember it. I wrote Angelica back telling her this. I didn’t hear back from her that night. That was unusual. She normally replied right away. Eerily fast, like she already had her answer typed out and it didn’t matter what I actually said to her. But now I was waiting for a response, because this whole thing had me inexplicably shaken up. So of course she doesn’t reply. The next day, when I got home from work, an email was waiting. She said that we were missing so much. The Hole had so much in it to discover, so many secrets, you could just keep going and going. It was like an endless puzzle. Everyone else stopped at the first layer. But she felt there had to be something else in it, that no-one would create and hide this thing for no reason. And she kept looking until she discovered how to go deeper. And she kept going. She said it’s still there to find, if I want to go looking. The webring is gone, Netscape is gone, but The Hole is still there. I felt a strange chill down my spine that I brushed off as nerves. I was up for a promotion and a little stressed, after all. Then I started to wonder if she was pranking me. But Angelica wasn’t really a humorous girl. She’d laugh at your jokes. But she didn’t really make her own. And I just felt she was completely serious. In fact, something about her earnestness was really disturbing. I didn’t reply to her right then. I decided to run some checks on her, because things just weren’t adding up. I started with her email address, to see if she’d been posting anywhere. I was searching for a while before I hit something. I didn’t find any forum posts or websites or anything like that. What I found was that her email host, globetrotter, had stopped hosting eleven years ago. The email address she was writing from was impossible. Why would she go through so much trouble to create a fake email address that mirrored whatever email address she would’ve been using in the ‘90s? That wasn’t just quaint anymore. That was crazy. I was really worried about her. But at the same time, I was worried for myself. I was never all that close to her. I mean, we hadn’t talked in 18 years. Why did she suddenly want to reach out to me? And why just to talk about some long-forgotten website? Because I felt like that’s what she was building up to all along. It’s just so weird. I kept digging around. I used her ICQ number, her name, the state I believed she lived in. I could find no record of her doing anything after her angelfire homepage. No facebook, no google plus, not even a myspace. It’s like her last presence on the internet actually was in the ‘90s. It’s possible to take nostalgia too far. I tried not to think about it. By this point, I’d gone a week without sending her an email or her sending me one. I felt guilty about it. But I had every right. I was losing sleep over this. I just knew I’d regret it if I sent her another email. And it seemed like she took the hint at first. But a new email came in, telling me how she thought she was coming to the center of The Hole. “But you could spend your whole life in here.” I remember those words exactly, because they unsettled me. A week after that, I got a different kind of email. This one didn’t even have an email address. That was spooky enough in itself. But then the text just read, “If you get an email from anyone saying they’re someone, delete it and forget what you read.” It wasn’t signed. I figured it had to be Angelica. But it was so vague. I was really getting nervous. I thought about getting the police involved, but I knew they couldn’t do anything. I received another email with instructions of where to go looking for The Hole. A place on archive.org, on their Wayback Machine, still had the dot to click on. I thought about going to check it. But the honest truth is I was afraid to check it. Something was just wrong with this whole situation. The another email came from the blank email address. The body was just the link to a gopher site. Now, I hadn’t seen a gopher site in a good 15 years. I had to download an old browser just to access it. If you weren’t around at the time, Gopher sites just housed a bunch of text files in folders. You’d go to Gopher://blahblah.com. They were usually run by universities. This particular gopher site only had a few files. They had different file names, but all the files said the same thing. “help me please” over and over. I did get the police involved this time. They were courteous. But they thought I was being pranked. I asked them if they could at least look into Angelica. I told them all I knew about her. They said they’d try. I stopped received emails from Angelica and the blank address after that. I hoped it was over. I think a month passed before anything else happened. I got a large, manila envelope in the mail. No return address. I hesitated to open it. But I did. And inside was a print out of all my correspondence with Angelica. Not just the new stuff. Even emails I’d written her back in the ‘90s. I barely remembered them. But I recognized my old email address and the things I said sounded like teen me. The only thing not in there were the emails from the blank address. I took this stack of papers to the police to tell them something’s definitely up. They told me they still thought it was a sick prank. I asked them “why sick?” because that seemed strong. That’s when they told me they heard back from her local PD. Angelica’s been a missing person since 1999. Her parents offered a reward and everything. But there weren’t any clues. One night she was in her room, listening to music, on the computer. In the morning, she was gone. I was so shocked I had to sit down. I had to side with the police that this was a prank, now. But at the same time, what if it was her? Maybe she’s had a psychotic break or something? Or what else could it be? What’s this stuff about "The Hole"? Is it even real? And about about the blank email address? I haven't a clue. And that’s what scares the crap out of me about this. |
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| Christianity Etc › Re: Why The Soul Isn't Immortal by introvertme(op): 3:09pm On Oct 16, 2016*. Modified: 5:33pm On Jan 19, 2018 |
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| Christianity Etc › Why The Soul Isn't Immortal by introvertme(op): 3:07pm On Oct 16, 2016 |
DESPITE the pains theologians, philosophers and anthropologists have taken in their researches concerning human nature, soul still remains a subject about which very many people have wrong notions and unfounded beliefs. The teaching that the soul is immortal has no basis in the Holy Bible! As to what the soul is, definitions have been offered by both men of secular and ecclesiastical learning. According to Plato, the Greek philosopher, "the soul is that uncreated, eternal, and immaterial spirit which, itself self-moved, is the source of all motion; it is the principle of energy and life which, in death, is released from its bodily prison-house to live as separate spirit until again reincarnate in a living body". (The American Peoples Encyclopaedia, Vol. 17, page 609) Rene Descartes (1596-1650), who is said to be the founder of modern philosophy, regarded the body and soul ''as separate substances that interact by means of the pineal gland in the brain". But Baruch Spinoza (1632-77) in his own view denied interaction by any means and "asserted that soul and body are one and the same". Since then other secular thinkers have developed various concepts of the soul without arriving at one conclusive understanding that is acceptable to all. As should be expected, none of the worldly thinkers including Aristotle, Thomas Hobbes, Gottfried Wilhelm and so on, based his opinion on the word of God, and, therefore, true Christians do not rely on their views. We as Christians cannot accept anything, no matter how academicals it may appear to be, which is not consistent with the revealed truth of God as contained in the Holy Bible. It was St. Paul who warned: "Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ” - Colossians 2:8. Common Prayer Turning to those who claim to be Christians it is sad to observe that the doctrines some are teaching concerning the soul are far from the truth. Among the Churches of Christendom it is believed that the soul is an immaterial thing in man that continues to live after a man's death, and that it can never die. In view of this understanding, these churches believe that when any of their baptised members dies his soul goes to heaven to be with God for the enjoyment of divine blessings. In the Book of Common Prayer used in many Protestant Churches, "the Order for the Burial of the Dead" contains prayers in which their belief about the soul being taken to heaven after death is clearly expressed. At the burial of the dead, "while the earth shall be cast upon the body by some standing," the officiating priest would say: "Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God, of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed: We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." Another prayer often said by the priest is this: "Almighty God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity..." If it is true that the "souls of the faithful are in joy and felicity in heaven", church-goers should have been rejoicing when their fellow- members die rather than crying and mourning as they are doing. And in that case, of course, everyone would want to die so as to go to a happier life above. But it is ludicrous that the very people who hold to this belief religiously are among those who fear more than anyone else to die; and when they fall sick they strive tooth and nail - and are prepared to spend all they have - to get themselves cured. These are some of the things that give cause for sceptics to jeer at religious beliefs, they themselves being unable to distinguish between genuine and nominal worshippers of God. Let us take a look at the following questions and answers from The Explanatory Catechism of the Roman Catholic church: Question 5: "How is your soul like to God?" Answer: "My soul is like to God because it is a spirit, and is immortal" Question 6: "What do you mean when you say that your soul is immortal?" Answer: "When I say that my soul is immortal, I mean that my soul can never die." The catechism defines spirit as "an immaterial living being, having free will and understanding, as God, the Angels, our souls". It is a matter for regret that what the world has been pleased to refer to as "the Christian view" about soul, which millions have been taught to believe, cannot be substantiated with the Scriptures! Living Soul Soul, according to the Holy Bible, means a living creature such as a person or animal; it also means life, and in either of the two senses it is not immortal. The word soul first appeared in the Bible in Genesis 2: 7, where it is written: "And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life: and man became a living soul." It is abundantly clear from this text that the man himself, which is made up of the dust of the ground and the breath of life, that is the "living soul". This lucid account of the creation of man by God gives no idea that a soul was infused into the man. Rather it is the man that is a soul. That is why it is stated that those who went with Jacob to Egypt "were seventy souls", meaning 70 persons. (Genesis 46:26, 27; Exodus 1: 5) And in Numbers 31: 28, both persons and beasts are referred to as souls. If the soul is a "living being" in man that continues to exist in heaven or elsewhere after death, then the man is not completely dead. This is precisely what the devil implied when he, in the guise of a serpent, deceptively told Eve: "Ye shall not surely die". (Genesis 3: 2-5) It is this devilish idea that is being subtly fostered by the teaching of the immortality of the soul. What God told Adam was quite clear. He said, "For in the day that thou eatest thereof (that is, of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil) thou shalt surely die." (Genesis 2: 16, 17) There was no point of another entity in man going to live elsewhere after death. We agree that there is a spirit in man (Job 32:  but it is NOT a "living being, having free-will and understanding" as stated in the catechism. The spirit is the life or power of existence in the breath of man which causes the organs of the human body to function. The same thing applies to animals. Yes, both man and beast have the same breath and die alike; God said so through Solomon His prophet: "For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no pre-eminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again." - Ecclesiastes 3: 19, 20.It is when the spirit or breath of life leaves a person that he dies, and when God gives him back the spirit at the resurrection, he lives again. As it is written: "Thou (God) hidest Thy face, they (the children of men) are troubled: Thou takest away their breath; they die, and return to their dust. Thou sendest forth Thy spirit, they are created: and Thou renewest the face of the earth." - Psalm 104: 29, 30; see also Job 34: 14, 15; Ecclesiastes 12: 7, 8. The ordinary breath or breeze does not make a man to live. For instance, if you pump air into a dead body, it cannot be resuscitated because that air is without life. What distinguishes the breath of life from the ordinary breath is the life. And it is the life that is sometimes referred to as soul in the Bible. We can better appreciate this from the exhortation of Jesus Christ to his disciples that they should not fear the devil and his agents who cannot destroy life. He said: "And fear not them which kill the body but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell." - Matthew 10: 28. Jesus Christ made it quite clear here that the soul can die hence it can be killed in hell. Rest in Peace? Some people often publish advertisements in newspapers in memory of their dead parents, husbands, wives, children, relatives or friends. In such publications they are fond of writing thus: May your soul rest in peace, or, Eternal rest grant him O Lord. They have formed the habit of saying the same thing whenever they get to the graves of dead persons. Anyone who has a good understanding of the Scriptures knows that such prayers for the dead are unnecessary. The Bible says that everyone who dies, whether he is good or bad, goes to a state of rest or sleep - and so to remain until the day of resurrection. (Read Job 3: 11-19; 17: 13-16.) To wish the dead man "eternal rest" in that wise is tantamount to begging that he should not be resurrected by God. You see the spiritual implication? Yes, people do many things because of ignorance arising from the misguidance of false teachers. - Isaiah 9: 16; Hosea 4: 6; Matthew 15:14. Moreover, no amount of prayer said on behalf of a dead man has any effect on him. God will deal with the dead ONLY when they are raised to life. And even then He will judge and reward everyone according to the works he did when he was alive. If any had done evil, God's verdict of guilt upon him can never be altered by the intercessions of men. This is why people should fear God and do what is right NOW that they are living so that they may be at peace with their Creator in the day of reckoning. - Ecclesiastes 12: 13, 14; 2 Corinthians 5:10; Hebrews 9:27. Some churches teach that the souls of the faithful at death are taken to heaven for their reward while those of the wicked go to hell for punishment. There is no place in the Holy Scriptures where it is so stated. What the Bible says is that the dead shall be resurrected in God's Kingdom and everyone good or bad shall be rewarded according to his works. Jesus Christ said: "Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which ALL that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation (judgment)." - John 5: 28, 29. Mortal Soul It is indeed very wrong to say that the soul can never die. David the psalmist and prophet, said that none of the dead "can keep alive his own soul". (Psalm 22: 29) And in Psalm 89:48, it is written: "What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? Shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave?" What is more, God himself declared: "Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die." (Ezekiel 18: 4, 20) Some may argue that it is only the soul that sins that will die. But we will ask who among men is not a sinner? That apart, if the soul is truly immortal then it can never die whether it sins or not. However, the truth is that the soul is subject to death. St. Peter stated that "every soul, which will not hear that prophet (Jesus Christ), shall be destroyed from among the people". (Acts 3: 23) Those who love the world and refuse to pay heed to the gospel of Christ shall lose their lives in that they shall not be saved. And Jesus said: "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own Soul?" (that is, his life). - Mark 8: 36. But those who are faithful and obedient to their Creator and who worship Him in truth shall spend their days in prosperity and their years in pleasures and, above all, everlasting life shall be their reward in God's Kingdom. It is clear from the Bible truth expounded in this sermon that the soul of man is MORTAL - IT DIES. Here again we have told you, dear reader, the truth which Jesus Christ says will make his sheep free. |
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