Does Your Gas Mask Leak?
RoadHog55
I have a really expensive gas mask and it works pretty
good but I have been considering those condensed air
pocket storage units for when even a gas mask can't
keep other people out of my head or body. I know some
people take stuff real serious and think their story is worthy
of a global broadcasting solution applied to their self image.
But DANG...
I Like To BREATH!!!
Call me reptilian like that but... you know.
RoadHog55
But DANG...
I Like To BREATH!!!
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http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/alerts/k-index.html
I knew the Sun had to wake up sooner or later.
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RoadHog55
If time runs backwards and forwards simultaneously it would
be difficult to tell if I stole this from Senor Hendrixio or versey
vices.
All I know is that when I met Hendrix the first time he was very sad.
After hanging out with a guy who is "Dead as A Door Nail" I started
to think like him a little bit to much at times; he was content by
then
and I didn't mind saying goodbye and neither did he.
He's still out & about as enthused about existence as he ever was.
The Solar Wind Crys - Watch Your Step Girl By Slim PenDrips
http://groups.google.com/group/intraphase/web/CrysMary.mp3?hl=en
Song: Clouded
Eyes
.
Your mind is closed
Your fate is sealed
The judge looks on
As you spin the wheel
Leaden tears
Fall from clouded eyes
As the shackles are tightened
Into a vise
Your time is froze
You await a deal
The levee is long
The warning bells peel
Grave end fears
Call from crowded skies
As the cacklers tremble
Behind their disguise
Curses are thrown
But the table is gone
The wind stoppers
Tell the rainmakers
Not to dance for to long
A northeast tree
Catches fire from above
The river of truth pours down
On a bitter winged dove
Truth is the key that opens
The iron cage of love
A blind man sings mournfully
Enough is enough
Knowing in his heart
That only torture and blood
Satisfy the broken winged doves
When the lightening strikes the tree
She mourns her broken-curse
Hoping in her terror
It did not circle
A thousand times reversed
Once in a world
Known long ago
Silence brought peace
To a thunderous flow
Time took its toll
In the coin of unknown
Eternally cloaked hatred
The debt of those who were slowed
In the dark of the night
It has a particular glow
The nothing drains all regardless
Be they eagles doves or crows
Only the Owls
Who listen long and ponder
Are allowed to keep
What it knows
Akhet
>
>I have a really expensive gas mask and it works pretty
>good but I have been considering those condensed air
>pocket storage units for when even a gas mask can't
>keep other people out of my head or body. I know some
>people take stuff real serious and think their story is worthy
>of a global broadcasting solution applied to their self image.
>
>But DANG...
>
>I Like To BREATH!!!
>
>Call me reptilian like that but... you know.
>
I too find the air in here rather thin,
and made my head up spinning.
PLZ don't blame me for opening
up the kitchen door.
Had to meet with the oracle.
What's it got to do with Mexico brainchild.
Trembles.
Beyond sorrow is soaring.
to "Solsbury Hill
--------
Solsbury Hill is located near Bath, England, where Gabriel would often walk or jog. According to legend, a temple was built there
to honor Apollo, god of light, music, and poetry. Solsbury Hill was the focus of a long and bitter dispute in the 1990s between
environmentalists and government concerning the construction of a 4 lane road which cuts deeply into the side of the hill. (thanks,
Tim - Bath, England)
-------- http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=393
>_________________________________________________
>
> http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/alerts/k-index.html
>
>I knew the Sun had to wake up sooner or later.
>_________________________________________________
"He was something to observe ..."
Beyond sorrow is soaring.
...
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Talk about 'serious stuff' Dude... :D
I'm just cleaning up the kitchen, man.. No man made music at all.
Listening to the birds outside. They aren't scared a bit.
No worries Dude.. All that mess is out of their hands,
It's going to be just beautiful. Celebrate, takes time !!!
P.S. I checked some of your sketches/drawings in 123.pdf ...
One of them looks like a hieroglyphic representation of
a little science-project I'm about to build... Coincidences...
Pffff.. I'm not counting anymore.
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RoadHog55
>
> >_________________________________________________
>
> >http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/alerts/k-index.html
>
> >I knew the Sun had to wake up sooner or later.
> >_________________________________________________
>
> "He was something to observe ..."
>
> Beyond sorrow is soaring.
> ...
> +++
> Talk about 'serious stuff' Dude... :D
> I'm just cleaning up the kitchen, man.. No man made music at all.
> Listening to the birds outside. They aren't scared a bit.
>
> No worries Dude.. All that mess is out of their hands,
> It's going to be just beautiful. Celebrate, takes time !!!
>
> P.S. I checked some of your sketches/drawings in 123.pdf ...
> One of them looks like a hieroglyphic representation of
> a little science-project I'm about to build... Coincidences...
> Pffff.. I'm not counting anymore.
>
Really Dude, I hear you.
I often occupy the inner most and outer most position
in this beautiful quandary of perception we call existence.
It means keeping a civil attitude whenever possible and
also not interfering with the private transaction the finite
minds allowed to do business directly with the One Infinite One.
So don't be surprised at the many confluences and nexus points.
Out there we don't call it stealing we call it "Osmosis As Oz Most IS"
We replaced the old platonic gaming
"Being Verses Becoming" with "IS Vs AS"
The Wizard Of IS
The Wizard Of AS
The Wizard Of OZ
Using Oz as the wildcard for middle point transitions.
As the ad hoc ruler of all creation my job is to stop other people
from becoming the ad hoc ruler of all creation including my many
selfs.
I am used to being in many places simultaneously. I have a fondness
for 1967.
But this video explains my abhorrent horror and justified paranoiacs
concerning
my being drawn into this gravity well of consciousnes and being stuck
as a slave to
the machine. PARANOID AND PROUD. :-)
http://www.hulu.com/watch/24769/family-guy-escaping-the-womb
A good line from the Soprano TV series: The Crime Boss to His Shrink
Tony: I had a thought the other day.
Shrink: Yes
Tony: Our mothers are like bus drivers.
They drop us off and then they continue on to their
destination.
Shrink: That's very interesting.
Tony: Yeah but the part that messes us up is we keep trying to get
back on the bus and its already left. They have some other
place to go.
Shrink: (Puzzled expression on face with no comment)
RoadHog55
Is the Peter Gabriel song partly about that or is that another
location.
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>
> >http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/alerts/k-index.html
>
> >I knew the Sun had to wake up sooner or later.
> >_________________________________________________
>
> "He was something to observe ..."
>
> Beyond sorrow is soaring.
> ...
> +++
> Talk about 'serious stuff' Dude... :D
> I'm just cleaning up the kitchen, man.. No man made music at all.
> Listening to the birds outside. They aren't scared a bit.
>
> No worries Dude.. All that mess is out of their hands,
> It's going to be just beautiful. Celebrate, takes time !!!
>
> P.S. I checked some of your sketches/drawings in 123.pdf ...
> One of them looks like a hieroglyphic representation of
> a little science-project I'm about to build... Coincidences...
> Pffff.. I'm not counting anymore.
>
I cleaned up that long Vol123 file. Up to V1 & 2 complete.
Vol3 is included but I am about to begin proofing and minor
revisions of melody and extremely slight context shifts.
All 1500 pages are quite cleanly formatted but I am proofing V3.
So if you want a smooth read through 500 to 1000 this is the
reformat.
Which equals proof read six.
One way to read the story is to skip the time broadcast-little back
stories.
Around page 800 they get into the nitty gritty of stealing the future
conclusively.
Heres update. I even dated the dam page in the future without
realizing it.
http://groups.google.com/group/intraphase/web/fileholder-04-31-2010?hl=en
Couple of cover tunes.
If you have Real Player
Listen in that player and turn the effect to nebula.
Strange your mom dying and my mom having a stroke.
You must be a serious long distance runner like Slides and Jeremy.
Theres a cool movie by that name somewhere:
"The solitude of the long distance runner"
Two nice sounding acoustic cover for Real Player-Nebula Special FX
Angie - Stones Cover
Going To California - Zep Cover
How those links work ?????
RoadHog55
>
> Couple of cover tunes.
>
> If you have Real Player
> Listen in that player and turn the effect to nebula.
> Strange your mom dying and my mom having a stroke.
>
> You must be a serious long distance runner like Slides and Jeremy.
> Theres a cool movie by that name somewhere:
>
> "The solitude of the long distance runner"
>
> Two nice sounding acoustic cover for Real Player-Nebula Special FX
>
> Angie - Stones Cover
>
>
> Going To California - Zep Cover
>
>
> How those links work ????? (They Did)
http://www.filmref.com/journal/archives/2007/07/the_loneliness_of_the_long_dis.html
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, 1962
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner opens to the shot of an
expressionless, lone runner named Colin Smith (Tom Courtenay)
traversing a long, wooded trail as he explains in inner monologue the
thoughts and abstractions that occupy a runner's mind on these vast,
empty stretches of road - during these quiet, uninterrupted moments of
solitude before the final sprint towards the finish line, far from the
sight of the waiting, cheering crowds. A subsequent image of Colin
being transported in a secured vehicle along with other high risk,
troubled young men to a reformatory school called Ruxton Towers in the
remote countryside frames his seemingly philosophical, contemplative
observation within the more mundane reality of his court-mandated,
borstal rehabilitation (note that compound's forbidden structure
reminiscent of both a prison and an impenetrable fortress that a
fellow passenger appropriately likens to the sight of the Tower of
London). In hindsight, the decontextualized opening image serves as an
insightful prefiguration of Colin's own indirection and foundering
sense of purpose. Proceeding in flashback, the film chronicles Colin's
path towards this desolate country road, as the eldest son of a
working class family in northern England who prematurely inherits the
responsibilities of the man of the house following the long, lingering
death of his terminally ill father (and whose eventual demise may have
been hastened by his mother (Avis Bunnage)), as a reluctant witness to
the petty squandering of his late father's meager pension by his self-
absorbed mother (and who also, in turn, indecorously installs her new
beau into their already crowded household soon after her husband's
death), as a pining lover searching for stolen moments of intimacy
away from the oppressive reminders of his uneventful life and limited
opportunities beyond the standing offer to take over his father's
employment (and inevitably similar fate) in the mining town. Proving
to be the Ruxton's most able sprinter and long distance runner, Colin
catches the attention of the school's well-intentioned governor
(Michael Redgrave) who is eager to showcase the young man's talent at
an upcoming exhibition games tournament against a prestigious prep
school as a means of promoting the school's excellence in reforming
troubled young men. But as tournament day approaches and Colin becomes
increasingly resentful of his newfound role as the obliging poster boy
for borstal rehabilitation, his long and lonely trip to the finish
line becomes a soul-searching journey into the reclamation of his own
identity. A thoughtful and poignant, yet unsentimental adaptation of
Alan Sillitoe's 1958 short story, the film is an incisive portrait of
the personal struggle between conformity and identity that is inherent
in the process of maturity, where youthful idealism and a sense of
invulnerability collides with the travails of everyday survival and
the realization of human frailty. It is this sobering dichotomy that
is inevitably captured in the concluding extended shot of Colin
disassembling gas masks at the borstal's vocational recycling workshop
- a metaphoric reflection of the implicit paradox of institutional
rehabilitation, and more broadly, the world itself in its ritualistic
image of salvage and cannibalization - evoking both the fleeting taste
of freedom, and its protective suffocation.
(Plot Spoiler) below caution.
Caution
Plot finale: In the end he does represent the school and all its flaws
in the race
that includes the schools of every stripe from the reform schools to
the most
socially elite prep and early grade colleges.
He runs in first place right to the finish line so that he can know in
his own mind
he was truly capable of the victory and stops fifty feet short of the
finish to the
horror of not only his benevolent teachers and cheering fellow
students, watching
the race as if a spectator cheering the runners on to victory.
An old fashioned deep thinking movie that leaves you walking away
nodding.. yes yes.
Akhet
%On Apr 9, 6:30 pm, "Akhet" <h...@home.earth> wrote:
%> RoadHog55 wrote
%>
%>
%>
%> >I have a really expensive gas mask and it works pretty
%> >good but I have been considering those condensed air
%> >pocket storage units for when even a gas mask can't
%> >keep other people out of my head or body. I know some
%> >people take stuff real serious and think their story is worthy
%> >of a global broadcasting solution applied to their self image.
%>
%> >But DANG...
%>
%> >I Like To BREATH!!!
%>
%> >Call me reptilian like that but... you know.
%>
%> I too find the air in here rather thin,
%> and made my head up spinning.
%> PLZ don't blame me for opening
%> up the kitchen door.
%>
%> Had to meet with the oracle.
%> What's it got to do with Mexico brainchild.
%> Trembles.
%>
%> Beyond sorrow is soaring.
%> to "Solsbury Hill
%> --------
%> Solsbury Hill is located near Bath, England, where Gabriel would often walk or jog.
%> According to legend, a temple was built there
%> to honor Apollo, god of light, music, and poetry.
%> Solsbury Hill was the focus of a long and bitter dispute in the 1990s between
%> environmentalists and government concerning the construction of
%>a 4 lane road which cuts deeply into the side of the hill. (thanks,
%> Tim - Bath, England)
%> -------- http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=393
%>
%> >_________________________________________________
%>
%> >http://www.swpc.noaa.gov/alerts/k-index.html
%>
%> >I knew the Sun had to wake up sooner or later.
%> >_________________________________________________
%>
%> "He was something to observe ..."
%>
%> Beyond sorrow is soaring.
%> ...
%> +++
%> Talk about 'serious stuff' Dude... :D
%> I'm just cleaning up the kitchen, man.. No man made music at all.
%> Listening to the birds outside. They aren't scared a bit.
%>
%> No worries Dude.. All that mess is out of their hands,
%> It's going to be just beautiful. Celebrate, takes time !!!
%>
%> P.S. I checked some of your sketches/drawings in 123.pdf ...
%> One of them looks like a hieroglyphic representation of
%> a little science-project I'm about to build... Coincidences...
%> Pffff.. I'm not counting anymore.
%>
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%
%Really Dude, I hear you.
%
I am glad RoadHog55, because I'm also being told
by some 'intelligent' beings, I am peckerhead with no social skills;
I'm nincompoop by their standards, but I can hear them as well.
Can I be both bright and not so bright ?.. Glad I'm not alone,
even if it means listening to white noise, keeping both ears
through this blue period.
"Van Gogh used color to express his emotional response to the world. "
.. I use neutrinos and bozons; My canevas/groundwork is just space in time.
And they think the LHC is a great scientifical advancement....
My mind is a thought collider of some magnitude, and yours as well.
が Dig this Dude; It's not in their books !
I'm generating some 'Light', but I'm still here un-banging my head.
Aphrodites are dancing for a test of humanity.
It won't change if I'm still chained reaction.
I'm starting to believe, but I'm still peckerhead, noone believes,
because they are all looking for a 'simple' solution... Matter over mind.
Because I don't collide this universe, I'm narcissistic nincompoop...
<Bwah..>..... Man's got to eat. ^_^
... Humor !.
Is it too late for some 'Shaked and Baked' Chickens. :D
%I often occupy the inner most and outer most position
%in this beautiful quandary of perception we call existence.
%
I'm just a brush pal...
I have no illusions anymore about the ability of words to
make it clearer to anyone, who I am,.. Even myself.
I'm just me here....
Give me some of that.. And I will say 'heaven can wait'...
... But I'm like the perfect device, cuz nobody gives a damn,
and I'm delivering the goods, even in the fucking desert.
My soul seems not to be worried....
Why should I.. :D..... Joy !
Existence...... I'm not here to fail.... 'Honesty' is my best partner.
Shit be if I'm sleeptalking nightmare.... No no no.
Who said it's got to be EASY.. Right ?... Right right...
Hahaha !.... It only hurts when I laugh (at myself).
%It means keeping a civil attitude whenever possible and
%also not interfering with the private transaction the finite
%minds allowed to do business directly with the One Infinite One.
%
U right !.... 'Civil'... I dig that !
But Love hurts and we're all made with two cheeks to handle
with care.
Private transactions are all being reverse engineered.
I throw ICE, so they slip here and now.... Better than run down that cliff.
I have one human power at discretion; Foregiveness. Sounds silly,
or pretentious.. But I've got the cheeks and strong arms with warm hands.
Then I'm about to leave some finite minds alone.
It had to happen.. Unmuzzled ox still allowed to bite the crop.
%So don't be surprised at the many confluences and nexus points.
%Out there we don't call it stealing we call it "Osmosis As Oz Most IS"
%
%We replaced the old platonic gaming
%
%"Being Verses Becoming" with "IS Vs AS"
%
%The Wizard Of IS
%The Wizard Of AS
%The Wizard Of OZ
%
%Using Oz as the wildcard for middle point transitions.
%
This is TRUE RoadHoag55... I know it sounds too weird not to be
faked; But it happened.. The night after I watched the movie:
"Seeker, The"... Pretty LAME movie BTW, very unconvincing actors
and mostly shallow story.. 'Except for that last sign idea'... Anyway.
I'll make this strange series of events short...
That evening I had been eating bit too much, and drank too much
liquid; So I had hard time to sleep..
1:11 AM .... I woke-up, after a short dream thinking of my recently
defunct mom,, Not entering dream details.. I turn my head and
Bang.... Digital clock is screaming this... I'm amused, take a leak,
and go back to sleep.
3:33 AM... I also woke-up, after the same strange dream episodes.
Not quite about the same thing.. But it was about the 'sign'...
And I assure you; I have been tossing and sleeping and turning round,
not giving a damn about that clock anymore....
..Because these things happen to me just too often...
4:39 AM ... Guess what..... I woke-up.. But the moment I'm lucid
enough to check the clock; It's nothing of any importance...
I'm wide awake, smiling.. Thinking Akhet's a fool, but let's take
this opportunity to take another leak (Since I drank so much last night).
.... When I extend my hands to hold that tiny little (Hahaha.. ;) );
.... I notice the watch.... 4:44:44 .... SHIT.. I think.... That's just too weird.
My watch is not even in synch with the alarm clock; I had no clue..
Even more; I used this CASIO watch instead of my nicer one with
only needles.
That's quite an interesting series of coincidences; I thought that maybe
the brain has this 'internal clock' that is rather precise in some indiduals..
Then my sub-conscient might have played 'tricks' on me at these moments.
But the last even is still puzzeling, cuz it would have made my sub-conscient
fully aware of "exact time" of both alarm clock and whatever watch I had
put on, before doing some painting job that day....
...
I'd loev to talk about some later events related to close ones that day;
But that's too personal for now... I'm telling you, this other person had
a very 'bad day', unusual convergence of bad-luck.
%As the ad hoc ruler of all creation my job is to stop other people
%from becoming the ad hoc ruler of all creation including my many
%selfs.
%
%I am used to being in many places simultaneously. I have a fondness
%for 1967.
%
MONTREAL EXPO 1967.. Man and his world.
Me too, brother !
http://www.google.ca/url?q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expo_67
I was there, all over the world.
%But this video explains my abhorrent horror and justified paranoiacs
%concerning
%my being drawn into this gravity well of consciousnes and being stuck
%as a slave to
%the machine. PARANOID AND PROUD. :-)
%
%
% http://www.hulu.com/watch/24769/family-guy-escaping-the-womb
%
%
My browser sucks.... No time to upgrade. I trust it's enough for me
to have already 'felt' that MENACE.
This world is not going to become 'easier' soon...
But I believe it's gonna go through that 'poof' and we're gonna evolve,
beyond what is believed as unavoidable hyper capitalism and warmungers
fanatic terrorism for entertainment.
BRAZIL (movie) THX1138
http://www.google.ca/url?q=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066434/
.
.
.
%A good line from the Soprano TV series: The Crime Boss to His Shrink
%
%Tony: I had a thought the other day.
%Shrink: Yes
%Tony: Our mothers are like bus drivers.
% They drop us off and then they continue on to their
%destination.
%Shrink: That's very interesting.
%
%
%Tony: Yeah but the part that messes us up is we keep trying to get
% back on the bus and its already left. They have some other
%place to go.
%Shrink: (Puzzled expression on face with no comment)
%
I see you dig that 'human wavelenght' right...
I had that same kind of thought about mother; As a sea vessel, getting
us little ships to shore, before she returns to the sea while we are
getting ready for another journey.
Raise the sails of peace man.
A wind shall come blowing softly.
----
Arthur asks Merlin if he is real or a dream.
Merlin replies, "a dream to some,
but a NIGHTMARE TO OTHERS!!!",
----
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Akhet
>
>How those links work ?????
>
BE AUTY FULL ! ART !
.. I felt like singing along.... (I did... Amazing,
I also have a tiny voice ranging almost three octaves wide.)
.
And Guess what; I've got a saxophone, synths, acoustic guitar and more..
I used to compose some 'wild' electronics', and then JAM along
Stan Getz,... And guess what.... Kristine W.
Yeah... Album "Land of the living"... That's Up Beat... Check-it out some day.
http://www.google.ca/images?hl=en&source=hp&ie=ISO-8859-1&q=Kristine+W+Land+of+the+living&sa=X&oi=image_result_group
http://www.google.ca/url?q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristine_W
I play by ear only; Barely read notes on sheet.. I take them from
memory and heart/soul.
Yup...
They can't say we never tried !
--------------
http://www.justsomelyrics.com/649067/Kristine-W-Land-of-the-living-Lyrics
I got a mirror, a bottle and a pen
The mirror is cracked
The bottle is empty
And my pen don't know where to begin
I've got a picture, a letter and a song
The picture is torn
The letter is worn
And my tune has been sung before
Another show is over
And the lights have gone down
There's no flowers at my door
No, no callers come around, baby
But I'm glad to be alive and in the land of the living
Oh I can't believe that I survived
And I'm in the land of the living
Can't believe that I survived
I saw the city, the lights and the music
The city is hard
The lights they have lied
The music just seems to have died
And I had my hope
I had my faith
Oh my pride, yeah
And to hope I cling
To faith I am blind
And my pride I have left far behind
Another show is over
And the lights have gone down
There's no flowers at my door
Ain't no callers come around babe
But I'm glad to be alive and in the land of the living, babe
I can't believe that I survived
Still in the land of the living, baby
Can't believe that I'm alive
Still in the land of the living, baby
Can't believe that I survived
Oh no, I'm still in the land of the living
Yea Yea Yea
You see another night is over
And the curtain's come down
I see no flowers at my door
Oh no one's comin' 'round, yeah
But I'm glad to be alive
Still in the land of the living
Bet you can't believe I survived
Still alive in the land of the living
Oh babe, I'm still alive
In the land of the living
I bet you, bet you can't believe I survived
Oh, I'm still in the land of the living
Another night is over
I'm still in the land of the living
I see the curtains coming down
But babe, I'm still in the land of the living
I bet you can't believe me, I bet you can't believe
Yes, Here I am, I see that I'm still in the land of the living
Yea, I'm going to take my curtain call
Because I'm in the land of the living
(Fade)
===========
(I'm taking night OFF... Reply later.... U worth much joy roady man.)
"Yea, I'm going to take my curtain call "
Akhet
RoadHog55 wrote in part:
>
snip
>Angie - Stones Cover
>
snip
>Going To California - Zep Cover
>
>
How those links work ?????
>
>
WOW !.. I'm listening to them two in loops;
WOW.
Best evening BUZZ in a while....
And I just got to read more of that post of yours now..
You said:
>And I just this moment: CASIO watch: 10:47PM write...
>
>Strange your mom dying and my mom having a stroke.
>
>You must be a serious long distance runner like Slides and Jeremy.
>Theres a cool movie by that name somewhere:
>
I dunno man !!!!
I know I'm fully TRUE ! .....(Bit drunk though).. ^]^
I have come to reckon your 'supernature'.
'We were MEANT to meet, pal'..
I forgive slider 100%.. You and I.
...
There is something more ahead !...
We're not done !
Yet.
..... O...K...AY...... I know I'm not a good english writer... Say !
:D
I love your songs..... I admire slider and I can do incredible things. :)
We're not gonna sort it out with just 'words'... slider understands.
You are just ......Zing (for a short. ^^)
Hang on !....... ALL
I'm about to become part of the message. SYNCHRONICITY !
practice
practice
practice
:D
4 !!!!
RoadHog55
You have a "good vibe" as decent blends of
harmomy dissonance and silence. It's a tough
piece of the road to lose a parent. It raises so many
questions that really have no final answer.
I heard a therapist on TV say we renegotiated the loss
many times as life goes on and becomes normal again.
I have a bit of creepy beliefs about what people call
re-incarnation. That people travel together in extended groups.
My two great grandfathers who never met or had any connection
were buried fifty feet apart from each other. Even though I didn't
know them in the conventional sense I talk to them in reverse time
discussing their future and my present requesting they help me
in ways that are not intrusive. I know they were both decent men.
My father I believe is already back reborn to his son my younger
brother. He does so many things my father did. Weird stuff like listen
to opera music (he's 14) and a fixation on lighthouses and trains
just
like my dad.
Over and out Brother.