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Do I care about what anyone thinks about religion? No. I have another unrelated story. |
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When I and my sister were very young my parents took us to a church every week.
We had no choice because probably my parents were praying that my sibling and I would not get in trouble and end up as good people... Ya gotta be kidding!
They were still trying when I was sixteen and was still supposed to because I couldn't figure a way to get my needed food and escape. Do I think that religion and Churches are connected in any way? No. I still know how anyone thinks of their particular religion but I did understand the basic reasons for churches. I have an old blog that covers how I had learned to get what I wanted.[2] As you might see, it was easy. |
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I did learn some of the same things in high school (and other levels) about how individual people, governments/diplomacy, churches and
companies were in fact, all connected and that has always been financial business. As always my brain and therefore my thinking process has always been backwards according to any witnesses. So, I'll tell you this story in my usual aspect or idiosyncrasy. This particular church was very large. In the middle of its architectural blueprint, there was a smaller building. God didn't have any idea what it was for. I did. As a younger teen I did a lot for this church in order to gain some experience that I thought might be useful for getting a paying job later on. A small one was repairing a non-working electricity providing engine and generator for something. The larger process was the development of a keying system on unavailable computers and then doing all of the work involving re-keying about 150 Schlage keys and locks. So much for my minimum appreciated effort while donating my effort for this church. Instead God insisted that now I owed her more cash on a regular schedule. I did handle this problem in other ways that night be appreciated by the CEO of EXON or any less paid congress people elected. I'll try to ignore any details for this story. I had this church's unused-building's basement. The main reason that I wanted it was because traditional parents were delighted to allow their good girls to attend a nothing party with perfectly innocent boys every Wednesday evening. Hmmmm.... I have forgotten what the boss of most churches was called but I told him, “Ya know. You have plenty of important motives for running the church to be at least financially successful to guarantee its own future survival. If you can continue to invite the younger generation for having an entertaining place here they might continue later by donating some of their hard worked money.” “How would you do that? He replied” “It's simple enough for you.” I said to our minister. “Let me clean the junk out of that basement, paint it black except one priceless mural and build a stage for some music.” That was the simple part. Did I understand how teenagers' brains work? Yep but I have no idea why. Here was a place where we could meet with our music as loud as we want it and no parents or older people ever visiting us. Why? We wanted to join with people that didn't like older people because we just wanted to do something bizarre or completely new. I'll cut this story to cover some of the strangest things that sporadically occurred in this place we called the Pit after I also came up with a pool table and a very good sound application system from somewhere unexpectedly. Some people had nothing to do with religion or the church but with Hell there is a lot more I can cover. The truth is most kids didn't like religion or much of anything but I bet they'll always remember THIS church and its Hell in the pit.[1] The small pit held about forty or fifty people and there was music reproduced from records and tapes. Also, there were pool games every Wednesday. I had the master key to this entire church simply because there were no bathrooms in the basement. No windows either. In about 1974 there was a guy that I had met who was in Long Beach briefly that summer so he agreed with me about coming down to hell and practicing the song schedule for his next concert without the rest of the band and no one else knew that he might be there one night that week. I didn't know Mick Jagger but I did know this other guy who played in a different way. Like I said, no one smoked in hell but this following guy certainly did. |
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| He called himself Bob |
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[1] Did hell's available property area increase? Yep. I had keys to the room above the pit for a reason,
there were no bathrooms in the basement.
The parties on Wednesday evening additionally became a breakfast for about a dollar early on Fridays.
These days there are always movies coming out and there were
no businesses in those times providing movies other than theaters. On the other hand, you could get these movie reels from the library for free.
All you
also needed was a rather expensive projector that we used in schools. In 1974, here are a few examples of religious movies what we watched with our breakfast: [2] I don’t think religion or church or government are connected? A long time ago, I did go to a church because I didn’t have a choice. I did learn how to pick locks, play pool, listen to Bob Marley’s Reggae band, and worse things. Sometime today I’ll make previous blogs public. |