I always welcome more communication. It seems my ability to comment anywhere, even on my own posts has been curtailed until I figure out the settings again I guess. And at first I lost my phone but every attempt that I made to set up a phone or get online ran into problems. When I send emails, there's no record of them being sent and I haven't received any emails. I'm not going anywhere for the time being but I do read you. Maybe OMID might be so kind as to let us start dialogue there? My email is xdginnx@gmail.com
On a separate note, due to some avatars not acting like they used to, symbolic of a vessel being operated by different captains....or humans posssessed, and then some coming as different personas, for the time being, This right here and comments on OMID'S BLOG is what I vouch for as coming from me aside from in person communication, or esp.;)
If you know who you are, reads this, you're mecurial (sp?) What would you do if I resurrected a dead ding dong? Jekyll Hyde, Die Zimtzicke?
https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/melissa-joan-hart-husband-helped-students-escape-nashville-school-shooting-232102762.html
both Nashville and sandy hook and an actor. research that I had on linking the crisis actors to SBF and that ball of yarn in the cave disappeared. The yellow most definitely ties ITS COLOR CODED
You and I
Long to live like the wind upon the water
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize
There's more to life than what we have known
And I can't believe I've spent so long
Living lies I know were wrong inside
I've just begun to see the light
Long ago there was a dream
Had to make a choice or two
Leaving all I loved behind
For what nobody knew
Stepped out on the stage, a life
Under lights and judging eyes
Now the applause has died and I
Can dream again...
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines
Criticize the words they're selling
Think for yourself and feel the walls
Become sand beneath your feet
Feel the breeze?
Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom
There's a warm wind from the south
Hoist the sail and we'll be gone
By morning this will all seem like a dream
And if I don't return to sing the song
Maybe just as well
I've seen the news and there's
Not much I can do... alone
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?
What's behind the words--images
They know will please us?
I'll take what's real
Bring up the lights
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines
Criticize the words they're selling
Think for yourself and feel the walls...
Become sand beneath your feet
In an earlier post that I took down for now, I mixed up Padraig Pearse's death, seems in this timeline it was at the hands of a firing squad and he whistled as he went. I thought that he died in the 1920 hunger strike of which
Terence Macswiney was famous for.(born March 28th)
Friends, comment here any time. There's a birdhouse in my soul here, a place to talk about the spiritual, technological, musical, esoteric, occult, conspiratorial, religious, bones to pick, getting to know each other. The end goal is not to retire with the most money, but to be surrounded by the most wisest morally strong friends, loved ones and comrades and to be able to live with yourself knowing your soul.
