um.....hhmmmmmm...here are those rootin' - tootin' crayolaz & rub the ole' eyes - please pass me specs?

Mass=cared=querade. Well here we are again in the land of Make Believe. Drrrrnnnn'd mosaic opens up hearts and minds!!

Make Believe. = (WILL makes it happen)  Buffalo your dreams.

musical mosaic of wall, high over the mote and watching over the watchtower, so mote it be.  OUR treasury of red, white and blues. the meek inherits the earth. the songs grow and mature over time and a rainbow of meanings become possible for each over the blessing of time.  songs of love and gratitude for our struggle to survive, for the earth and ALL inhabitants.

The R=evolution Starts Always.

www.climatecrisis.net Global Warming awareness and prevention - That's what I want to help contribute to the cause of!!!!!!!!!!

Hereonin Archie Evilino is kneivaled to be ...um. ... The Powerless. tee hee

Their toxins for corporate and government profit greed are poisoning us causing anxiety. Detox. especially before having our children - one in howmany? 125? born with autism these days. Hg... for doable detox please google the angel's angle who touts the freedom Parasite Zapper. (thanks Fleur de Lili) Respect, warrior woman HRC gives us the way to make this tool ourselves. (just do your best with the diet/lifestyle guidelines.)

Karma Crayolasz - Crazyola

| home |oindexter | blues| pepper| goldandrose | goldies | pinks | weiheight | zap | soulsbattle | esp | later |

blues | goldandrose | goldies | pinks

and NAHHH!=NAH-NAH-NAH-NAHHHH! (sticking out the tongue way) *laughing hysterically* stubborn, stupid, obsessive,

wow, respect dude

pits don't make the fruit bad.
so ha-haaaa...taking what's truest and spitting out a few pits, misconceptions & lies.
ttotthiegrinn, easy does it, eyem just another person ontheplanet not all that
weave music meye family

bedtime story

truth is, it's much more fun story telling for free      yaaaahahhhhhhhahahahahhhhhhhoooooooooo!  do eye HAVE to grow up?

2006

Vegas wedding and home for 'the holidays'

A brother and his new wife had just given their family a first new baby boy.  This child brings joy to their familes, yes, on Sept. 11.  It's hard to leave a baby nephew when he lives so terribly far away.  Arriving back cross country from LA to a cute little northcountry airport, and after a struggle winning the luckily located luggage lottery, Auntie was guiltily scurrying winnings to a sleepy little car.  Getting bearings in the tiny first floor of a parking pancake, knowing the car was right close, eyes trying to focus. Scanning for her wheels' peace signs and American flags wasn't materializing right off. 

With her freely aquired luggage cart, like a grocery shopper grateful that she could in fact shop, and that the task was almost over, a look down and around helped to ground.  And there he was, aaaaaaallllll feathery white.  It was so unlikely to see a dove there on the cold grey concrete, facing a space between two jersey barriers, that at first glance he didn't register.  Immediately the goddess, god, surrounded.  He was definitely a messenger, this landed dove.  He didn't resist Auntie's approach.  Was he sick, or injured? 

She lamely looked around for some way to come to his aid, a shoebox to bring him home in, some food and water and a little fleece blanket.  She looked into his eyes and he sensed to her.  He was exhausted, just plain worn out, it was his time and he wanted to be left in, yes, peace.   Her mind wildly thought of the landscaping outside or some place where he'd be better resting.  She marvelled at his beauty and welled up at his condition.  In tolerance he looked into her eyes, no.  He was ok right where he was, and if she tried to handle him it would just upset him to the detriment of his delicate health.  No, his message was not of her little well-intentioned but useless interfering, it was of transformation and peace.

Auntie gave him some space, drew attention away and mourned for him.  Somehow she knew he would no longer take flight, and no matter what she might try to do for him would just make him feel worse.  She suppressed urges to share her find, to get help as a few new arrivals walked past her to their cars.  She wanted to make a little hut for him, or something.  She looked into his eyes again and he sensed to her, take off, baby, it's okay.  ...No dove ambulance?...   NO. So she turned around, abandoning this magical little dove fighting a chill wind of death.   She fought selfish desire to empty a suitcase and nest clothing for him, because she knew this was sacred, much more than today, this airport, and she would try to share this experience gift.  Saddened, she left the airport, comforted by dreaming of his joy in flight above the Earth, and of his message of peace. 

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Love is My Religion - Ziggy Marley

Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion
I'll take you to the temple tonight

All my days I've been searching, to find out what this life is worth
through the books and bibles of time I've made up my mind
I don't condemn, I don't convert, this is a calling have you heard
bring all the lovers to the fold, cause no one is gonna lose their soul

Love is my religion, Love is my religion, Love is my religion
hey you can take it or leave it, and you don't have to believe it

I don't want to fight, hey let's go fly a kite
there's nothing that we can't cure, and I'll keep you in my arms for sure
so don't let nobody stop us, free spirits have to soar
with you I share the gift, the gift that we now know oh oh oh

( Chorus )

Well I'm done searching now, I found out what this life is worth
not in the books that I find, but by searching my mind
I don't condemn, I don't convert
this is the calling have you heard, bring all the lovers to the fold
no one is gonna lose their soul

( Chorus )

Never Under

Stood...why these dumb bodies? they're cumbersome, get bamboozled by desire, fall in trouble, but oh, those ice cream cones!  The sun on your face!  The smell of night-blooming jasmine near the sea! What is.

Move again.  NO Nano, NO!  Lug your life around, tied down so easily, lonliness at bay by beloved life-saving pets that keep you on the leash, hay, don't look a gift pony on that priviledge.  Making 'a living' - yipes what a ball and chain - suck up to Bizness, Corp. to get that education struggling to develop a skill set, that becomes not enough anyway.  Transplanning roots.  The cats wreak havok in the sack of clothes.  Box the crap up and move again.  Lug the moldy old books around, sentimental crap getting broken on bumps.  Salvage what's left of Great-Grandparent photos.  The broken camera collection. Twice removed from what's really important - hey - what IS really important - geewillachers?  Thangs? If you are into that, you box up a family's, 'shtuff'.  Say goodby to any trees and flowers that you have loved.