if there is beauty in the person
the gypsies' journey...
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 -
THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD
- GYPSYWOMAN
- 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]
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and leave me A NOTE IN THE SAND...
Thursday, October 8, 2009
IF...
if there is beauty in the person
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
the garment of destiny...
let me...
- earth to sun -
Monday, October 5, 2009
the coming together of US...
to access the wisdom...
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
confessing and retracing...
to err
other fellow mortal.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
there is no chance of chance...
chance
lennon and thales traveling across the universe...
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe.
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my opened ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying Love which shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on
Across the universe.
Jai guru deva, om,
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.”
lennon and mccartney - 1969
-image at: www.terratongo.com/
surreal whining...
yesterday, this verification code "sureall"appeared in response to my comment on a photography site
"...mystical - surreal..."
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
BUTTERFLIES AND TOKENS...

from ANIMAL TOTEMS by TRISH MACGREGOR [and Millie Gemondo], we find that butterflies represent TRANSFORMATION, METAMORPHOSIS, FERTILITY and SOARING - the significance of the butterfly overall is that it is "time to release your old self and move into a new chapter of your life." - the significance in terms of family is perhaps "...a new child...but...whatever the change, it's important that you embrace it..." Spirituality and butterflies indicate that "you're on a new path now...inner guidance and intuition exceptionally strong...go within."
- all of this fits so well into place with stephen's life of late - very recently, he re-united with his oldest daughter from whom he had been separated for nearly twenty years - he says everyday that "his life has been totally changed" - that he now has "purpose and meaning to his life" - that "every day is a wonderful day - a blessing" -
and so, we see, that it is true - the story of the BUTTERFLY - the beautiful little winged angel who brings "transformation, metamorphosis, and SOARING"...INTO OUR LIVES!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
i am called woman...
i am calledwoman
i am all that you see
and so much more
three in one all compiled
i am the wee girl child
choosing you from before
to carry me then set me free
i am the lover banshee
quenching desire from every shore
leaving all who linger more beguiled
i am the earth mother styled
to hold you to love you then have you soar
to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me
i am called
woman
Thursday, September 24, 2009
the dark holes of the sun...
Coronal holes areregions where the
corona is dark.
Coronal holes are
associated with
"open" magnetic field lines
and are often found at
the Sun's poles.
The high-speed solar wind
is known to originate in
coronal holes.
the purple spider...
for a great discussion on spiders, synchronicity and things thereof, that took place just a week after the posting of this tarantula, check out http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/2009/09/spooky-synchro.html#comments
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
crop circles of the devil...
The earliest recorded image resembling a crop circle is depicted in an English woodcut pamphlet published in 1678 called "Mowing-Devil". The image depicts a demon with a scythe mowing an oval design in a field of oats. The pamphlet's text reads as follows:
- Being a True Relation of a Farmer, who Bargaining with a Poor Mower, about the Cutting down Three Half Acres of Oats, upon the Mower's asking too much, the Farmer swore "That the Devil should Mow it, rather than He."Oats shew'd as if it had been all of a Flame, but next Morning appear'd so neatly Mow'd by the Devil, or some Infernal Spirit, that no Mortal Man was able to do the like. Also, How the said Oats ly now in the Field, and the Owner has not Power to fetch them away. And so it fell out, that that very Night, the Crop of
A more recent historical report of crop circles was published in Nature, volume 22, pp. 290–291, 29 July 1880, and republished in the January 2000 issue of the Journal of Meteorology.
It describes the 1880 investigations by amateur scientist John Rand Capron:
- "The storms about this part of Western Surrey have been lately local and violent, and the effects produced in some instances curious. Visiting a neighbour's farm on Wednesday evening (21st), we found a field of standing wheat considerably knocked about, not as an entirety, but in patches forming, as viewed from a distance, circular spots....I could not trace locally any circumstances accounting for the peculiar forms of the patches in the field, nor indicating whether it was wind or rain, or both combined, which had caused them, beyond the general evidence everywhere of heavy rainfall. They were suggestive to me of some cyclonic wind action,..."
There are also many other anecdotal accounts of crop circles ufology literature that predate the modern crop circle phenomena, though some cases involve crops which were cut or burned, rather than flattened.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crop_circles
the forest dream...
Once in the dream of a night I stoodLone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
city of friends...
I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there
than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.



















