OmegaEclipse

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    • Back from the dead it would seem...

      4 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      Good Lord has it been a while. Just thought I'd check back in and see what has become of the site. No new notifications for me, so... yay. Quite a lot has changed in four years, hasn't it. Anyway, just thought I'd post out there that I am still alive. So yay for living.

    • Season 9

      8 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      Holy shit

    • The Other Side

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to

      Leave the examination room and said,

      'Doctor, I am afraid to die.

      Tell me what lies on the other side.'

      Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know..'

      The doctor was holding the handle of the door;

      On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,

      And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room

      And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

      Turning to the patient, the doctor said,

      'Did you notice my dog?

      He's never been in this room before.

      He didn't know what was inside.

      He knew nothing except that his master was here,

      And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.

      I know little of what is on the other side of death,

      But I do know one thing...

      I know my Master is there and that is enough.

    • Dinner time

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

      There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

      I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

      The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

      "Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

      "I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

      Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.

      I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind..

      My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungry."

      With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me.

      I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

      And their grandmother can't stand for long."

      I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

      I turned back to the President.

      "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

      I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

      Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

      I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. The waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

      "Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions.
      They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house.
      They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

      My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.

      The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. "By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."

      I looked up. The President dropped his spoon from his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

      I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
      What had I done wrong?

      As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his eyes to mine and said "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said. WAKE UP AMERICA !!!

    • 9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse
    • Sad but true

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      A Harley biker is riding by the zoo in Washington , DC when he sees a little girl leaning into
      the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her
      inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.The biker jumps off his Harley,
      runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch. Whimpering from
      the pain, the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who
      thank him endlessly. A reporter has watched the whole event.The reporter addressing the Harley rider says,
      'Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I've seen a man do in my whole life.'The Harley rider replies,
      'Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right..
      'The reporter says, 'Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist you know, and tomorrow's paper
      will have this story on the front page... So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?'
      The biker replies, 'I'm a U.S. Marine and a Republican.' The journalist leaves.The following morning the biker
      buys the paper to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:

      "U S MARINE ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH."

    • Sometimes...

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      I dream about... cheese...

    • Guess what?

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      I turned 18 today! smiley1.gif

    • Just Stay

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
      'Your son is here,' she said to the old man.


      She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened...


      Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack,

      he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside

      the oxygen tent.

      He reached out his hand.

      The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's

      limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.


      The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit

      beside the bed.

      All through the night the young Marine sat there

      in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand

      and offering him words of love and strength

      Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine

      move away and rest awhile.

      He refused.

      Whenever the nurse came into the ward,

      the Marine was oblivious of her

      and of the night noises of the hospital -

      the clanking of the oxygen tank,

      the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings,

      the cries and moans of the other patients.

      Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.


      Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

      While she did what she had to do, he waited.

      Finally, she returned.

      She started to offer words of sympathy,

      but the Marine interrupted her.


      'Who was that man?' he asked.
      The nurse was startled,

      'He was your father,' she answered.

      'No, he wasn't,' the Marine replied.

      'I never saw him before in my life.'


      'Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?'

      'I knew right away there had been a mistake,
      but I also knew he needed his son, and his
      son just wasn't here.
      When I realized that he was too sick to tell
      whether or not I was his son,
      knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.'


      The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.

    • Such a good story!

      9 years ago

      OmegaEclipse

      A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.. They had
      everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.. They would
      often
      sit together and admire the great works of art..

      When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very
      courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father
      was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

      About a month later, just before Christmas,

      There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a
      large
      package in his hands..

      He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son
      gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to
      safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly....
      He
      often talked about you, and your love for art..' The young man held out
      this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist,
      but
      I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

      The father
      Opened the package.. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young
      man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the
      personality
      of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his
      own eyes welled up with tears.. He thanked the young man and offered to
      pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son
      did for me. It's a gift.'

      The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came
      to
      his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed
      them
      any of the other great works he had collected.

      The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his
      paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the
      great
      paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their
      collection.

      On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his
      gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will
      bid for this picture?'

      There was silence....
      Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous
      paintings. Skip this one.'
      But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who
      will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

      Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to
      see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'

      But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the
      son?'

      Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the
      longtime
      gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...'
      Being
      a poor man, it was all he could afford.

      'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

      'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'

      The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn't want the picture of the son.

      They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

      The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

      A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the
      collection!'

      The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

      'What about the paintings?'

      'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a
      secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that
      stipulation until this time.. Only the painting of the son would be
      auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate,
      including the paintings.

      The man who took the son gets everything!'


      God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the
      auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the
      son?'

      Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

      FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER
      BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

  • Comments (206)

    • Stonesword

      7 years ago

      In reply to OmegaEclipse, #1:

      If I recall, that is the physical embodiment of Lust from the Seven Deadly Sins


      Sounds good to me

    • TitanButtons

      8 years ago

      anytime mate

    • ResaStar

      9 years ago

      Well, glad you shared them! I can agree with probably 95% of them (maybe more). hehe smiley0.gif

    • gosimmons

      10 years ago

      Alright, Center of the Universe is probably my favorite of theirs. Either that of Wings of Despair, or Ghost Opera.

    • gosimmons

      10 years ago

      Any cd that has Center of The Universe in my opinion.

    • gosimmons

      10 years ago

      lol definately the only characters that come to mind.

    • Ashutum

      10 years ago

      I can only imagine... damn... jajajaja lol

    • Raltrios

      10 years ago

      But... in Kai it was revealed to have been Shion that was the crazy one the whole time, right? Everything was her, but everybody thought it was Mion 'cause, well, they're twins. The real Mion was locked up in the cave.
      Unless my memory is super wrong.

    • ResaStar

      10 years ago

      She does look funny-ish in the one picture. smiley0.gif

    • love_bullets

      10 years ago

      I doubt that. I'm sure lots care. You're awesome, why wouldn't they!? =D

    • love_bullets

      10 years ago

      I do care! =D

    • xCruelAngelx

      10 years ago

      I am relaxed. And I made no comment about your beliefs. My point was that your picture is bashing a strawman. It'd be like me bashing all Christians for believing in creationism.

    • Sanserif

      10 years ago

      Then having a pic that refutes it is folly.

      My point is valid in protest of your pick. I despise it when people try to over simplify a theory that took years to develop. Your friend Red_Uncle is notorious for such. The typical statement being,"In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded." It just annoys me. You were the closest target.

    • Ksamus

      10 years ago

      it is a RT shirt

    • love_bullets

      10 years ago

      Well, I wish you luck - and I look forward to seeing whatever it is you decide to photograph. I love looking at pictures people take. =]

    • wil0087

      10 years ago

      k

    • wil0087

      10 years ago

      l8 er in libery

    • wil0087

      10 years ago

      zombe cancer?

    • Red_Uncle

      10 years ago

      Not enough tears!

      *Beats with stick*

    • Red_Uncle

      10 years ago

      YOU NAZI BASTARD!

    • starcom30273

      10 years ago

      PREPARE TO DROP

    • Red_Uncle

      10 years ago

      I meant it, 100%.

    • painlord09

      10 years ago

      possibly

    • BOZ2000

      10 years ago

      I get a lot of alerts so I jsut open them all in new tabs. As soon as I'm done writing what I have to say on one I can move to the next without losing my place.

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      only if they have real proof
      ppl tried to force me to believe wat they thought all my life

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      pretty much

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      ur the first mother fucker who has actual talked about god to me and made sense
      and btw my parents didnt divorce we are just neck deep in money troubles
      but either way or not im someone who needs proof

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      i have no problem with wat ppl believe in
      hell as long as it isnt towards me or someone i care about, u can be racist too, its not im my rights to put down how ppl were raised, i dont agree with it but i cant do anything about it
      im actually born in to be christian, but the fact that it was forced apon me, wen i actually thought for myself and could make mature decisions on such things i realized that it sounded like a bunch of crap, in which i took my rights as a human back and chose to not have to deal with such petty decisions based off of no facts, and thats my main problem with it
      if there is a god he never gave me any proof to his existence, my prayers of things getting better for my family were never answered, my prayers of guidance to the extremely twisted thoughts in my head, it had seemed like, if there was a god, he just didnt care
      the final straw was of course wen my friend, who had lived his entire life for god, was killed 2 weeks before he was going to go to Korea to help those in need, i just couldnt believe that a god who loved us all turned his back on my friend who, as far as i know, lived the life of a saint

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      thats the thing i refuse to use something that uses fear as a main act of trying to gte ppl to beilve in their religion, their obviously desperate

    • Tmoneyrlz

      10 years ago

      and thats the thing i absolutely hate about religion
      they force their beliefs on ppl and control them with fear
      if u wanna believe i god an everything thats fine, ur a human u have the right to

    • kevin99

      10 years ago

      do u think phelps deserves all his golds

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Yeah, I saw. I like to make them mad.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Well, I don't exactly know which fork I'll take yet.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      What do you believe happens to Christians? Do we have our own version of heaven, except with less food, sex, and money?

      I don't know. I haven't looked into this. Christians likely go to wherever their god is.

      What determins which fork you go on?

      I do. I choose. It's not like Christian death where you automatically go to Heaven.

      What does an extremist Satanist (for say, someone who sacrifices a baby, not saying satanists would do that...) go in your fork?

      As you know, Lucifer means Light Bearer. So why, then, would a light bearer allow for such vile acts? He wouldn't grant the offender any remorse. Anyone who has ever attempted a Satanic Ritual would know that sacrifice is never the answer.

      Does this mean there is no "Lake of Fire?" Are there no burning plains in hell at all? Is there no suffering in hell at all then?

      I can't say. Gehenna, I believe, is one of Satan's castles in Hell. So, as all castles have, I'm sure there are dungeons and torture chambers somewhere.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Well, there are three forks in the Left Hand Path. The first, reincarnation. The second, straight to Lucifer (and I'll elaborate on path #2 later), and the third is to Deitus.

      Now, path #2. You most likely think of Hell as the Lake of Fire, the Pit, the Plane of Eternal Suffering...etc. But the reality of Hell is this: Hell is our creed. Hell is everything a human could want. The Devil will take care of His own.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      There's another way to not get STDs having premarital sex. Just get the girl tested.

      For me, life is about creating yourself. Not finding yourself. There is no predetermined life course set down by a god to a soul. The soul is created and sent to the Mortal Plane to do homage to its god.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      I'm gonna go ahead and pull something from the Al Jilwah real quick:

      I was, am now, and shall have no end. I exercise dominion over all creatures and over the affairs of all who are under the protection of my image. I am ever present to help all who trust in me and call upon me in time of need. There is no place in the universe that knows not my presence. I participate in all the affairs, which those who are without call evil because their nature is not such as they approve.

      Now, does this mean that we're going to go out and kill a baby because a Christian calls it wrong? No. Only an idiot would pull that from the passage. What has been said about Satanism being evil is only because we pray to and worship Lucifer. The bold area is talking about desires; basic human nature. If we want to go sin, we do it, and we enjoy it and feel good about it. Sin, to a Satanist, is everything that the bible tries to deny us: Premarital sexual pleasure, covetousness, lust, etc., etc. We do what we please, and we find that we still feel good about it later.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      And what would you define as evil?

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      You make very strong points. You're one of the first.

      Now, if this Jehovah did give us free will, why would he punish us for not doing what he wants?

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Erm, no. It's nothing like that. We Satanists believe in Deitus as a way for Father to reward us for our deeds for Him while on Earth. We are either reincarnated, sent to our original Aeon, or deified.

      I became a Satanist because I was fed up with the bullshit of Christianity. The Nazarene became known to me as the man who turned his back on his people in their time of need. I hated everything about it. I'd see men in church, who would act holy for their god, and then leave, and go out and commit "sins", and then just come back on Sunday BEGGING for forgiveness from a dead god. Yahweh lied. Jehovah lied. It was all a lie.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Deitus is the the Satanic Act of becoming a god.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      I'll put it this way: Without the Eye of the Mind, one cannot attain Deitus.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      The Third Eye is what allows people to see. It's the Eye of the Mind.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Well, we are a darker people indeed, but that's not a reason to condemn anyone. We're just like anyone else, only we all kept our Third Eye open. No offense, but the Catholic Church has made it a goal to close people's Third Eye. It's so corrupt.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      I mean, you may notice I'm a Satanist. Usually people look at a Satanist and think "Oh he's anti-everything." Well, it's all false. Most of my controversial images are a response to a fundamental/religious moron who's annoyed me with his presence.

    • Euronymous

      10 years ago

      Hmm...well I gotta say, good point. That was a flaw in Epicurus' point.

      Well played.

    • kevin99

      11 years ago

      go phelps

    • kevin99

      11 years ago

      talk

    • kevin99

      11 years ago

      my bad tipe-o its 100

    • catgirl_aura

      11 years ago

      maybe the sniff-ee had ulterior motives?

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