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your opinion, not mine...I have not lost faith, if I did I would sell. How much nvmg do you own?
they would have a hard time prying them out of my cold dead hands. Honestly should it go to .0000000 then I might consider moving on lol
The subject of transporting the rig was discussed some time ago. I don't think anyone knows for sure how it will be delivered. That being said, yes it is a mobile unit to move from well to well, that does not mean it would be a piece of equipment to drive from Tex. to Mont. There are issues of permits to drive a unit through each state, over weight permits may be involved, there are also bridge laws governing the weight between axles, etc.etc. It could very well be less expensive and more time efficient to throw that baby on a drop deck trailer and go, rather than go through all the hassel with various state rules, regulations, and taxes. Transporting the thing is one thing, dealing with different state rules & regs. can be an entirely different animal, Pain in the azz so to speak.
THIS IS LONG, BUT VERY POWERFUL & WORTH READING OVER & OVER.....
Heaven
If you can read this without tears I don't know how!!!!!!!
luv you all
Heaven written by a 17 year old boy
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in
Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told
his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever
wrote."
It was also the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it
while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School
in Pickaway County.
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every
piece of his life near them , notes from classmates and teachers, and his
homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about
encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of
the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce
Moore realized that their son had described his view of Heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you
are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after
Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went
off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He
emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and
was electrocuted.
The Moore's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we
were me ant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the
essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death.
"I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in Heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled: "The Room"
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author
or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to
ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read
"Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flippi ng through the cards. I quickly shut
it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then
without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here
were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory
couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within
me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy
and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look
over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles
ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have
Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at My brothers."
Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered
Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often
there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was
overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even
millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own
handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to
contain their con tents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I
hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but
more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled
the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its
detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see
this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter
now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it
on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card,
only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned
the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was
brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not
more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my
stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the
overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelv es swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one
must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed
away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open
the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could
bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go
to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally, He turned and looked at me
from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over
and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He
just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took
out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from
Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark,
and so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think
I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close
the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up , and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still more
cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not
perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
A man died and appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
'Have you ever done anything of particular merit to get in Heaven?' St. Peter asked.
'Well, I can think of one thing,' the man offered.
'Once, on a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota , I came upon a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker and smacked him in his face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground. I yelled, 'Now, back off!! Or I'll kick the shit out of all of you !
St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'
'Just a couple of minutes ago'
rook -- L2 shows the bid @ .0031 Ask @ .004
down 80% with big volume..squeel like a stuck hog, on low volume = a couple of folks moving on..MM playing around...nothing negative there, so, why post negative and play into others hands?
I do not see that...I am still very positive here..we are doing a good job of holding. that trade this morning = $262.50. The .003 looks bad but certainly not the truth. I understood the pr to say arrangements were being made to move rig..get permits for each state...if it is being trucked - get truck capable of transporting this type of stuff. The goodies should be just around the corner, it is possibe no pr until rig is up and working as my understanding from the pr was news after the fact not before. Munchie Crnchie & I got and holding..see needs the money to support my habits of expensive toys...lol
exactly, at that some would still be well in the red
I wonder if the first sale @ .003 was a MM, now you've put a buy for .0031, this kills off mm's .003...better half was on another board and watched the MM's do exactly this, as long as her bid was there it did not go lower, as soon as she lifted her bid within 5 seconds they lowered the pps . Makes a person not watching to get real gittery.
I have difficulty believing someone would sell that cheap, buy as long as there are sellers at an unbelievable low pps I say just run it way down...at least be good for the company
WORRY....My dad has gone home with the Lord several years past...I remember and will always remember a Sunday School lesson he gave once in which he spoke of worry..he made a simple point: "ever stop to realize that, that which we worry the most about never comes to pass." He taught more on worry, but, that phrase always stuck with me
I keep this on my board as a reminder---back some time ago I put $600. into this &had 2 mill shares, after his 10k to 1 split I now have 200 shares worth only pennies, cost me way more to get rid it than it is worth. I rarely ever read the board but today saw the high volume and thought I would check in on the BIG JOKE. Lets see, I had 2mill shares---I now have 200 shares another split I might have 1/10 of a share. I truly feel sorry for those who lost much in this, however, if anyone buys this stuff I'll just shake my head in great wonder and smile right along with flannery (notice I purpose did not capitalize his name--he is not worthy) and say MY!!MY!! one is born every day. Honestly if you or I did 1/2 of his stuff we would be in jail. Anyway....gl in future investments, and those buying....HEE---HEE---HEE told you so
Son In Law
VIBRATOR
A WOMAN PASSED HER DAUGHTER'S CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR, SHE HEARD A STRANGE BU ZZING NOISE COMING FROM WITHIN.
OPENING THE DOOR, SHE OBSERVED HER DAUGHTER GIVING HERSELF A REAL WORKOUT WITH A VIBRATOR. SHOCKED, SHE ASKED: "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?"
THE DAUGHTER REPLIED, "MOM, I'M THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD, UNMARRIED, AND THIS THING IS ABOUT AS CLOSE AS I'LL EVER GET TO A HUSBAND. PLEASE, GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE."
THE NEXT DAY, THE GIRL'S FATHER HEARD THE SAME BU ZZ COMING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR. UPON ENTERING THE ROOM HE OBSERVED HIS DAUGHTER MAKING PASSIONATE LOVE TO HER VIBRATOR. TO
HIS QUERY AS TO WHAT SHE WAS DOING, THE DAUGHTER SAID, "DAD I'M THIRTY-FIVE, UNMARRIED, AND THIS THING IS ABOUT AS CLOSE AS I'LL EVER GET TO A HUSBAND. PLEASE, GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE."
A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER THE WIFE CAME HOME FROM A SHOPPING TRIP, PLACED THE GROCERIES ON THE KITCHEN TABLE AND HEARD A BUZ ZING NOISE COMING FROM, OF ALL PLACES, THE LIVING ROOM. SHE ENTERED AND OBSERVED HER HUSBAND SITTING ON THE COUCH, DOWNING A COLD BEER, AND STARING AT THE TV. THE VIBRATOR WAS NEXT TO HIM ON THE COUCH, BU ZZING LIKE
CRA ZY.
THE WIFE ASKED, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
THE HUSBAND REPLIED, "I'M WATCHING FOOTBALL WITH MY SON-IN-LAW."
starting this stuff this early in the morning. You need to at least let a person wake up and have some coffee and kind of move around a little then pounce....No heart at all!! lol
exactly right. good post
It does look terrible..but..at the same time we are only looking at 3mill.shares traded - not much volume
massive selling and massive bashing...nvmg did good under the circumstances
It is always dangerous for me to think, but I think several on this board own a HUGE amount of this stuff and just will not sell..consider all the bashing going on and volume stays low, says a lot for the longs here and the amount they own. I can not help but think all the bashing is to try to get some of these tightly held shares. Should I be wrong, someone needs to explain to me why a person would spend so much time here trying to save us from ourselves when they have no company interest. I just don't get it, unless this is all they have in their life, then we should feel sorry for them and put them on our prayer list. GLTA
picked up a few more....thanks weakies
we are way down here where I first bought, a little more and I'll be in the red, then have to start to buy some more
appears to be doing just that....
it appears that some of the investors caused the problem, sometimes one gets what one ask for
when the rig arrives and goes to work they will have more than enough money
I wish I knew more, but looks like MM's messing with this...but then idunno much
Agree...but looks as if someone doesn't want this thing to go.
bid = .005
ask = .0055
only 2 @ 0055 then to 006
WOW!!been out running around all day and thought I might check to see if anything was going on, I see a few familar names out here, but, where did all these new names come from? I would like this opportunity to say that I have been in NVMG since last year and own a consideralbe number of shares and I want to thank all you who know so much and are dedicating a substancial amount of your free time to come on board and SAVE ME!! I just feel so overwhelmed to be surrounded by so many enlightned individuals with so much knowledge on NVMG willing to share all this with me, and for no reason what so ever. Thank ya! Thank Ya! I still think I'll hold on, I know I am thick but I still believe nvmg is a real company and to be quite frank, with the attitudes shared on this board, if I were a company man I would think it would be wise to stay as far away as possible. People on the HEMI board got way down, then bingo, things started happening...pr's and information was withheld for very good reasons. Why don't we cut NAGE a little slack, or do not buy or sell and move on. You have to agree if it is bad it is best not to buy, if it is a sham get what you can save of your investment....To those I reconize I understand all you are saying, to you who do not own, or just wish to bitch....I just don't get it...
The rig, and I think August is another meeting scheduled between Fowler and that community on the Alaskan project...just around the corner
I was looking at level 2...not to sure this is nothing more than scare tatic...I sure don't much, but I know better than to sell at this pps.
I know the feeling...let see, no news, 1/2 dozen people beating the hell out of it and as I understand from previous post ihuber's calling acting like azzes...a drop is kind of expected....I am hanging tight !!!
look like mirror trade...oh me!
I was watching that...looks kind of good..and on the top end.
Afternoon Lowman.....any word on the IPO? This is a big plus for all of us. Have a great week end
thanks!!!
Lowman, you are like my youngest son....you can't stay out of trouble...don't go to jail, I ain't got no money for smokes lol
.016 pps based on the pr for the 5 million dollar loan @ 8% for the purchase of the 2 rigs.
my understanding....pps without rig should be .016...rig should make pps go well above that...my understanding is nvmg is to be into..oil...wind..solar....housing...and other opportunites as are available. A very big concern also is the welfare of the tribes, this also should be a concern to us shareholders. I think nvmg should be looked as if it is a life changing experience. Personal guessing gets scareeeee
At the local bank the other day there was quite a line waiting to get to the teller's window. There was an ederly man in line and just in front of him was a young man who had spiked hair, colored yellow, green, purple & red. The old man just kept on staring at this young kid until it finally got on the kid's nerves, at which time he turned to the old man and ask, "do you have a problem or something?" The old man apologized for staring and replied, "back some years ago I was in the Navy, down in the Islands, well one night I got drunk, I mean so drunk I had no idea which was up or down, well being that drunk I had sex with a parrot and I was just wondering maybe, if by chance you could be my son"
the price on oil is way up, so while we wait on the rig I suggest a couple of us take a garden hose and a good vaccum cleaner to siphon some of that "Black Stuff" out of the ground. Won't take much to pay for the used garden hose and the discount store vaccum cleaner. Then we can send the profits to nvmg for housing, wind-power, solar power, and 15% for contingency fees. At $75. per barrel should not take too long get up and running. GLTA...Good days are coming...Need to come up with a good name for this service.