the gypsies' journey...

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 -
imagined and/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 and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for 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]

Saturday, July 18, 2009

previous state of existence...

"Why should we be startled by death?
Life is a constant putting off of the
mortal coil - coat, cuticle,
flesh and bones, all old clothes."

As far back as i can remember
I have unconsciously referred to
the experiences of a previous
state of existence..."
—H.D. Thoreau

"The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode,
and it goes out of it anew it
passes into other habitations,
for the soul is immortal."

"It is the secret of the world
that all things subsist and do not die,
but only retire a little from sight and
afterwards return again.
Nothing is dead;
men feign themselves dead,
and endure mock funerals…
and there they stand looking
out of the window, sound and well,
in some strange new disguise."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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