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ÓBroin anFiach wrote:US Air Force Intelligence officer, FBI Special Agent, Fr. Tom to the rescue!
go and say 20 hail marys that a bomb won't drop on top of u
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January 19 2004, 21:21 PM
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go and say 20 hail marys that a bomb won't drop on top of u |
January 19 2004, 21:23 PM
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In Gaeilge! Ní bheidh Éire shaor ar síocháin choíche, agus gan an ceart, ní féidir an tsíocháin a bheith ann.
Tomás Ó Broin Learning Irish since October 2003 |
January 19 2004, 21:24 PM
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hehe - yes [/b] |
January 19 2004, 21:28 PM
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What is your avatar BTW, bro?
Ní bheidh Éire shaor ar síocháin choíche, agus gan an ceart, ní féidir an tsíocháin a bheith ann.
Tomás Ó Broin Learning Irish since October 2003 |
January 19 2004, 22:13 PM
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No debate, I know where my butt's going when I die, was just trying to get translations for any who might want them from other religions
Abrahamic these days is used as a catchall for Christianity, Judeaism, and Islam, all of which currently believe in an afterlife they refer to as heaven or paradise (double checked with an Israeli friend of mine on that one). Valhalla is for warriors, but is also their equivalent to heaven. Their equivalent to hell is, well, Hel. As for the Egyptians, I checked several websites with articles on their religious beliefs to confirm the "Field of Reeds" afterlife, which is where the soul of the dead would go if they pass the feather-test in the Hall of Maat. Whether this is a Western interpretation or not I have no idea, but that's what I found. However, I leave it to practices of those religions to clarify all that, I'm just going off what little I know.  Breandán
Spreading wisdom via repetitive application of the Cluebat 
-- I have never been formally taught and absorbed cussing and such growing up, so I'm good with insults, but wait for confirmation on everything else  |
January 19 2004, 22:27 PM
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Although it has nothing to do with the subject, I'm a wee bit partial to the sound of this ...
Beyond all dreams my land delights Fairer than any eyes have seen, All year round, the fruits hang bright, As the flowers bloom in the meadows green. Wild honey drips from the forest trees, We have endless stocks of meadow and wine, No illness comes from across the seas, Nor death, nor pain, nor sad decline. No boredom comes to feast or chase, The music plays as the champions sport, The light and splendours all increase Each day in the Golden Land of Youth. (qtd. in Delaney 87) Words stick to walls, she said.
They are alive and must be revered and softened, for they dwell wherever they land, wherever they travel. Even in stone and flesh. ---- Frank MacEowan |
January 19 2004, 22:28 PM
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that is lovely, Aintín Cristí!
Ní bheidh Éire shaor ar síocháin choíche, agus gan an ceart, ní féidir an tsíocháin a bheith ann.
Tomás Ó Broin Learning Irish since October 2003 |
January 19 2004, 22:32 PM
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The Irish have such a way with painting a picture with words, don't they, sweet Tom ?
just sighs dreamily Words stick to walls, she said.
They are alive and must be revered and softened, for they dwell wherever they land, wherever they travel. Even in stone and flesh. ---- Frank MacEowan |
January 19 2004, 22:34 PM
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we sure do!
sighs like Aintín Cristí Ní bheidh Éire shaor ar síocháin choíche, agus gan an ceart, ní féidir an tsíocháin a bheith ann.
Tomás Ó Broin Learning Irish since October 2003 |
January 19 2004, 22:37 PM
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 ... ooOOoo Tom !
 Words stick to walls, she said.
They are alive and must be revered and softened, for they dwell wherever they land, wherever they travel. Even in stone and flesh. ---- Frank MacEowan |
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