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Man hit by six meteorites is being 'targeted by aliens' | Metro.co.uk

Radivoje Lajic first came to international attention in 2008, shortly after the fifth meteorite had crashed into the roof of his house in the northern village of Gornji Lajici.

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A Doctor's Thoughts on Antibiotics, Expiration Dates, and TEOTWAWKI, by Dr. Bones - SurvivalBlog.com

As a recently-retired physician who is married to a nurse-midwife, my preparedness group looks to us as the post-TEOTWAWKI hospital and medical staff. Medical progress has been exponential and even just the last decade of scientific breakthroughs can equal a century of improvement in medical treatments, surgical techniques and pharmaceuticals. However, in the years (months?) ahead, the crumbling of the infrastructure and devolution of society in general will very likely throw us back to a medical system that existed in the 19th Century.

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The Rebar Ceremony:

First off, I intend this not to offend anyone. If anyone/everyone prefers the old way, no worries.  

My intention was to rewrite the REBAR ceremony blending together the myth of the rangers with the reality of the New Metropolis we have created using the Velveteen Ranger's symbolism and story line as the binding agent. Keeper/Phil ... I hope you are not offended by the manner in which I fused/altered the story line a bit. 

It's basically a First draft that's been written over about 10 hours. Bits and pieces have been forming in my head for a long time. It's only in the last 72 hours that I've been able to articulate it.

I am not at all opposed to the idea of being more spontaneous with this.
Letting the words come to us while on playa.
I just wanted to share this with you all.

And finally, perhaps I am wrong here, I envision the line still being drawn in the playa with the Sacred Rebar, but instead of Alphas crossing over that line to stand with the Old Rangers, the old and the new walk towards each other and erase that line we draw ... because when one transcends, the line dissapears ..
we are all one, bound together by this ancient seabed, the tires of a our vehicles, the wind that carries the dust, the Sun, the Moon and the Dream we collectively share, consciously and not, to be Real. To be really real. And to not just believe in it, to not just know of it, but to feel it on our skin, hear it in our ears, taste it in our mouths - and see it on the faces of those we share this place with.

Virgil

“Flectere si nequeo Superos, Acheronta movebo” – Virgil
(Translation “If I cannot move heaven, I shall raise hell”)

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1853

Lost'n'Found writes to offer this interesting tidbit:

"Just found this in one of my random reads and thought of BRC:

'In such circumstances the mind is influenced through the body. Though your mouth glows, and your skin is parched, yet you feel no languor,- the effect of dry heat; your lungs are lightened, your sight brightens, your memory recovers its tone, and your spirits become exuberant. Your fancy and imagination are powerfully aroused, and the wildness and siblimity of the scenes around you, stir up all the energies in your soul, whether exertion, danger, or strife. Your morale improves; you become frank and cordial, hospitable and single-minded; the hypocritical politeness and the slavery of Civilization are left behind you. Your senses are quickened; they require no stimulants but air and exercise; in the desert spriritous liquors excite only disgust.

There is a keen enjoyment in mere animal existence. The sharp appetite disposes of the most indigestible food; the sand is softer than a bed of down, and the purity of the air suddenly puts flight a dire cohort of diseases.

Here Nature returns to Man, however unworthily he has treated her, and, believe me, when once your tastes have conformed to the tranquility of such travel, you will suffer real pain in returning to the turmoil of civilization. You will anticipate the bustle and confusion of artificial life, its luxuries and its false pleasures, with repugnance. Depressed in spirits, you will for a time after your return feel incapable of mental or bodily exertion. The air of the Cities will suffocate you, and the careworn and cadaverous countenances of citizens will haunt you like a vision of judgement.'

Source:
Personal journal entry of Richard Burton during his Pilgrimage to Meccah and Medinah circa 1853. From 'The Life of Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton' by Isabel Burton, published in 1893 (via books.google.com).

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