QUOTE(JohnOdin @ Sep 30 2008, 07:37 PM)
Perhaps you'r right FP, If somone makes a comment about the state of their "white goods" in a thread that I have started. I could only assume that the statement had someting to do with what I was talking about, Nevermind i'll know that your just making random inconsiqential comments in the future. My bad for assuming what is witten in the tread is relavant to the thread.

As it seemed clear that you did not want to talk about what you had spoken of - the use of ceremonial magic to get shift work - I felt there was no harm in speaking about the welfare of my kitchenware.
QUOTE(JohnOdin @ Sep 30 2008, 07:37 PM)
Theres lots of big legal sounding words all flying around at the moment. I don't do legalsese or big words, in fact in my blog posts on CM you will find that muddying the waters with misdirection, legagalese and academia is someting I am agaisnt as I belive it to be detrimental to the cause of furthering Human Magical and
Spiritual Development.
At the end of his first week in Hell a damned engineer knocks on the door of the Devil’s palace to complain about the heat. The sentry demon is so astounded at the audacity of the man that it admits him to the Devil’s study.
“What do you want, human scum?” asks the Devil.
“Well, it‘s the infernal heat, your majesty.” replies the engineer.
“What about it? Meant to be this way. God‘s punishment against Me as well as you execrable lot.” Roars the Devil, smoke belching from his mouth.
“So I heard in R.E. classes, your majesty, but I have a proposition for You.” says the engineer, calmly.
“Go on.” says the Devil, his curiosity aroused.
A month goes by and the Devil is sitting comfortably in his study, bathed in cool air conditioning and sipping a glass of chilled spring water, when up in Heaven God sits down at His own desk, puts up His feet and calls the Devil on the hot line from Heaven for His regular gloat.
“So how are things down there, Lucifer? Pretty hot, huh? I bet you‘re really regretting your little rebellion now!” chuckles God.
“Not at all,” answers the Devil, smiling, “We had a very clever engineer admitted last month and he‘s transformed the place! We have cool water plumbed in direct from the glaciers of Limbo - which plumbed through our new sprinklers made short work of all that annoying fire, let me tell you - allowing us to get some major-league air conditioning around the place, rivers flowing and we even have a water polo league now in our Olympic-sized swimming pool. If you listen closely you‘ll be able to hear the fountain he fitted into the park which he’s just finished landscaping for me. Some beautiful koi in there. Do You like koi, Joe?”
“What?” thunders God, His feet falling from the desk and lightening sparking from his ears, “How dare you! How did you do this?”
“Oh, we had an admission, some engineer from Newcastle who arrived last month on the 13th. Something of a genius, really.” says the Devil, twirling the ice cubes in His glass.
“The 13th you say? An engineer? From Newcastle? Hold the line!”
And the Devil holds the line while God, furious that the Devil, His minions and the legions of the damned aren’t suffering eternal torment in horrendous lakes of fire, tramps out of His palace and down to the Pearly Gates where He consults with Saint Peter's records. After tramping back into His office, trailing storm clouds, God picks up the handset again and growls at the Devil.
“He was one of Mine! You send him up here at once and We‘ll say no more about this!”
“Shant.” Says the Devil.
“You return him, Lucifer, or I‘ll sue”
“Oh yes?” says the Devil, putting His feet on His desk and smiling a grin that would shame a shark, “And from just where are you going to get a lawyer?”
QUOTE(JohnOdin @ Sep 30 2008, 07:37 PM)
I've found that Magic for Matiriall gain is counter productive
What, material gain like getting a job?