![]() Nor do the Irish do the “Spud” dance to commemorate the time when “potatoes grew no more” causing them to migrate in mass to a place of a “better minimum wage”. The Japanese do not do the “Neutron” dance to commemorate Hiroshima. This would be an equally unlikely event to memorialize with a celebration of this kind. Participants, unless drunk are often heard to say “Whose idea was this anyway?” Another possible origin is that going under the bar is like going into the hold of a slave ship. The happy music and festive atmosphere of this dance would hardly cheer up a recently made widow and is decidedly un-funeral like. Some believe that it is modeled after a funeral dance. This activity is thought to have one of two unlikely origins. Ultimately the bar gets so low it is impossible to pass under. The second concept is the bazaar dance/contest from Trinidad that forces participants to repeatedly bend in painful contortions in order to pass under an ever-lowering bar. The Catholic concept of Limbo has an advantage over the Atlanta airport in that lost luggage is not part of the ordeal. In both cases this transport may or may not ever arrive. This is a place not unlike the Atlanta airport in which disappointed souls await transport to their final destination. One is the uniquely Catholic concept of Limbo being a sort of lay over on the way to heaven. The Limbo salute in plaster with cigar When the concept of limbo is brought up (which it seldom is in polite company) it will usually evoke one of two possible lines of thought. Peter rolls eyes) "- so He can do whatever He wants to do." ![]() Soul: "If it gives Him diarrhea, why does He eat it?" He's in the loo because popcorn gives Him the blowing shits." Not if He would get a move on, at least." Peter, coloring a bit: "Well not really you know! No, it's not 'out' at all. Soul: "Judgement as in Throne of God, damnation, sins, all that? I thought that sort of theology went out with Henry Sacheverell." Peter: "Your Judgement, you dicklemuffin." Soul: "But what am I supposed to be waiting for? He comes up to a soul floating invisibly in the blue vapors. On his vest is an adhesive paper nametag with several smudged thumb marks and the name Petrus Sanctus in green ink. He wears a bellhop's red vest, too tight and quite shabby, and a bowler hat. ![]() An eerie scene which we will now attempt to recreate for you through the magic of the Computator Industry®™.Ī bent and hunched little man comes trudging slowly through the smoke and darkling mirrors. Then they come to their senses and find they've covered the tablecloth with mucus and everyone is staring at them.īut two or three have witnessed.something else. These people describe a sensation like being grabbed, swung about, and thrown down a flight of stairs in the dark. Of course everything scientists know about Limbo comes from the few souls who have experienced near-terminal sneezes and returned to their bodies after only a short time in Limbo. The soul must wait, and if it begins tapping its ghostly toes or shimmying its aetherial hips a rude chill forces itself up the soul's spine and shackles of ice seem to immobilise its limbs. A smell that is neither incense nor musty grave-shrouds but rather more like popcorn is described by most. No sound greets the soul's incorporeal ear, except at widely spaced intervals the distant echo of a toilet flushing. The ceiling, if it exists, is invisible in the towering shadows. The floor seems to be made of polished obsidian. Survivors of near-sneeze experiences describe the Dance Floor as a great round hall filled with blue smoke and dark mirrors. There it must float, unmoving, while waiting for Judgement. ![]() When a soul departs its body - usually at death but sometimes after a good sneeze - it finds itself on The Dance Floor in Limbo. Part of a series of articles onĭancing is usually lively, rawk-out-crazee, soft-n'-slow, romantic.or at least involves movement. ![]() Joyce M., seen here at the Alcoholics's Anonymous Limbo Days event in Lancastershire. ![]()
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