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 -
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, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
HAPPY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO "SYNCHRONICITY" BLOG
ROB and TRISH MACGREGOR
CONGRATULATIONS
seem all too little an offering from all of us who have so benefited and who continue to benefit from your amazing capacity for sharing/spreading the word and the love through the creation of the Mystic Underground called
SYNCHRONICITY
~
namaste'
[just click SYNCHRONICITY and you will be magically transported]
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
and no one cares...
oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills
birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe
sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!
terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?
way too late
way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and
the gods, they all wept
lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares
nothin's fair
in
the devil's lair
.
.
.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
to still the earth...
There is no drop of water in the ocean,
not even in the deepest parts of the abyss,
that does not know and respond
to the mysterious forces
that create the tide.
The current vogue for poisons has failed utterly to take into account these most fundamental considerations. As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways.
These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no high-minded orientation, no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper.
These sprays, dusts, and aerosols are now applied almost universally to farms, gardens, forests, and homes-nonselective chemicals that have the power to kill every insect, the "good" and the "bad," to still the song of birds and the leaping of fish in the streams, to coat the leaves with a deadly film, and to linger on in soil-all this though the intended target may be only a few weeds or insects.
Can anyone believe it is possible to lay down such a barrage of poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life?
They should not be called "insecticides," but "biocides."
Labels:
chemicals,
global destruction,
gulf spill,
joan miro,
rachel carson
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY - THE TUCSON TRIBUTE
THE PICTURE THAT SAYS IT ALL
FOR ALL OF US
The President:
there is nothing that i can say
that will fill the sudden hole
torn in your hearts
-
but he came close
-
YES, HE DID
YES, HE DID
source online: jonny dymond bbc news tucson
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12179495
Labels:
connectedness,
First Lady,
Giffords,
gun control,
healing,
language,
national healing,
President Obama,
Tucson,
unity
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
of light and love...
darkness cannot drive out darkness
only light can do that
hate cannot drive out hate
only love can do that
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
let us dream...
a dream you dream alone is only a dream
a dream you dream together is reality
let us dream together
of peace
Sunday, January 9, 2011
from fields of corn...
her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside
then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn
the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside
then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn
the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save
.
.
.
- do we not see -
- do we not hear -
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -
- do we not hear -
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
moon maiden...
like the waning crescent
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight
poised in the night sky
so too was she
now that she was
without him
him - her star bright
who had illuminated
her dark dreary life
him - never wavering
never wandering
never weaving
in and out
him - always constant
unlike the other
sky warriors cycling
round and round
but there came one
day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black
reality blocked her
vision of the brightest
of them all
and she knew in the
shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along
but the dreaded time
now was nigh
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate
and disappeared into the
midnight hour not to
be seen again by
her own starlight
Saturday, January 1, 2011
the walk...
totem walk me soft
take me down that path
far from sin's own wrath
take me by the hand
lead me through the sands
take me now through time
tell me you are mine
take me by my heart
play me like mozart
totem walk me soft
fly me far aloft
totem walk
me
soft
take me down that path
far from sin's own wrath
take me by the hand
lead me through the sands
take me now through time
tell me you are mine
take me by my heart
play me like mozart
totem walk me soft
fly me far aloft
totem walk
me
soft
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