we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -
this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - imaginedand/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -
SO come along with me andwe'll danceamong the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire -together -
AS DARK AS NIGHT
WERE LIKE THAT OF
IN THE DARK...
SHE WAS A
round and round...
from the fire
her face was all aglow...
she was dancing...
the RISING SUN...
loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary...
born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]
this is a little "NOTE FROM THE UNIVERSE" that i received today from firstname.lastname@example.org and one which i think rightfully belongs to us all, individually and collectively - and so, here is my message to you forwarded by way of THE UNIVERSE:
If it's not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this, and all seasons, is you. A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only celebrations cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your divine heritage and sacred destiny. You are life's prayer of becoming and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that I might know my own depth, discover new heights, and revel in seas of blessed emotion.
A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic, and exalted by legions in the unseen.
To give beyond reason, to care beyond hope, to love without limit; to reach, stretch, and dream, in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - your badges of honor. May you wear them with a pride as great as the immeasurable pride we feel for you.
Your light has illuminated darkened paths, your gaze has lifted broken spirits, and already your life has changed the course of history.
just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you - in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -
so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -
but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours! and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean
“If the whole universe has no meaning,
we should never have found out
that it has no meaning:
just as, if there were no light
in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.”
under the light of a full moon, the bride can still be seen on the upper tower platform searching the countryside, watching, waiting, yearning for her own true love - but, alas, he does not come - her heart, year after year, continues to break - so it is said - over 100 moons ago, there was a wealth plantation owner in taylortown whose beautiful daughter was bethrothed to a handsome young man who was the love of her life - the father was so thrilled for his daughter’s happpiness that he built a beautiful church just for the ceremony to be held - but, sadly, on the date of her marriage, the beautiful bride waited and waited - but for naught - her handsome groom never came - the young bride, heartbroken, day after day night after night, stood in the bell tower of her church looking for her betrothed, waiting for him to return and be her husband - but it was not to be - and she died of a broken heart - her father, so distraught over the death of his beautiful daughter, set the church on fire, burning it to the ground - however, the bell tower remained and he dedicated it to the memory of his loving daughter - where she remains to this day, watching, waiting, hoping....
THE LOGAN MANSION
At 725 austin place sits the logan mansion, built in 1897 by LR Logan, a beer and ice manufacturer - it is a queen anne victorian house designed by architect nathaniel sykes allen -also over 100 years ago, in 1908, there lived across the street from the mansion a little girl - this beautiful little girl, on a visit to the mansion, fell to her death from the top window of the house - she remains there today where she is frequently seen in the window from whence she fell so many moons ago - she has also been seen, after midnight, playing in the front yard of the mansion - in the 1980's a radio station occupied the house and there were repeated reportings of unexplained activities like the lights going off and on and window shades going up and down by themselves - at one time, the station operator challenged the entities to “show their stuff” and the lights blinked off and on, the window shades rolled up and down and the radio station went off the air - teams of professional paranormal experts have more recently investigated and obtained positive results in the mansion -
BYRD HIGH SCHOOL
byrd high school is the school attended by my children - it’s on line avenue, a main north/south thoroughfare in shreveport - the school was built in 1925 and had a swimming pool back in those days - however, the pool was later closed when a female student drowned in it - a dance studio was then built above it - then, years later, in the catacombs of the school, a junior rotc instructor shot himself to death there and his spirit continues to haunt the school to this day -
the wind go "Yooooo"?
'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you
through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep:
"Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night would say in its ghostly way: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
this is the hour... And there are things to be considered...
...there is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.
And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.
The time of the ONE WOLF is over.
Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.