Does she feel younger than me? As you’re lying in your bed Does she feel younger than me? Or is that in my head?
Does she feel younger than me? New and shiny Does she feel younger than me? But most importantly
Do you call her bright eyes too? Too
Too
Too
I know she’s younger than me As I’m lying in our bed I know she’s younger than me Can’t get it out of my head I know she’s younger than me Less pain to carry I know she’s younger than me Darling tell me
Do you call her bright eyes too?
Too
Too
Too
Now are you haunted by me? That age old marital trip What’s gotten old about me? Serpent in my bed Now, is that your pain you see? Replenished, strung ahead I don’t know how to stay me But repetition lies ahead for you For you
Long ago Coyote opened a bag of darkness and it spread over the world. Creatures of the night loved it. But birds and little animals longed for day. The little animals played a game to win back the light. They won, but one night monster remained. After the game, the first human, White Painted Woman, gave birth to a son. She hid him from the monster. When the boy was grown, he faced the monster and killed it. He was then called Apache.
Time seems to be going so fast that I feel it’s going to flip.
Is this the time war? Where we go one direction for awhile, then reverse for awhile? Do we just bounce from one polarity of the time construct to the other? Are we trapped in a loop? If so, how do we blast out?
I see it as a sock, flying thru the air with a golf ball in it. It goes very fast, then the ball stops suddenly and the sock peels up and propels the ball into the other direction.
Is it possible that instead of the sock rolling up and pushing off the ball, that the ball could actually tear the fibers of the toe and burst forth from the sock before it flips?
Can the momementum which carry’s the sock move faster than the sock?
At peak momentum, does the golf ball (earth) protract some device which pierces the “fabric” of time, ending the loop?
Maybe slipping out of the sock is a good thing.
Maybe what appears as a loop, is something other.
You’d have to speak to the Loop Masters about that.
Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no.
Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said.
Someone mentioned the planets various countries are on different calendars.
I’m curious … what month / year is it where you are?
As I was walking down the street one day A man came up to me and asked me What the time was that was on my watch, yeah And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day A pretty lady looked at me and Said her diamond watch had stopped cold dead And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to cry
And I was walking down the street one day (People runnin’ everywhere) Being pushed and shoved (don’t know where to go) By people trying to beat the clock (I don’t know where I am) Oh no, so I just don’t know (I can’t see past the next step) I don’t know, I don’t know-ow And I said Yes I said (I don’t have time to. I don’t have time to look around) (I just run around everywhere) (I don’t) Does anybody really know what time it is (Care) Does anybody really care (About time) If so I can’t imagine why (Oh no, no) We’ve all got time enough to die
Everybody’s worryin’ (I don’t care) I don’t care (About time) About time (Oh no, no) I don’t care
“Some flowers spoke with strong and powerful voices, which proclaimed in accents trumpet-tongues, “I am beautiful, and I rule”. Others murmured in tones scarcely audible, but exquisitely soft and sweet, “I am little, and I am beloved”. ~ George Sand (Armando e A.L. Dupin), 1804 – 1876 French Writer
Alstroemeria, Aster, Bird of Paradise, Calendula, Carnation, Chrysanthemum, Daffodil, Daisy, Fern, Gladiolus, Heleconia, Holly, Kalanchoe, Kangaroo, Paw, Larkspur & Delphinium, Lily, Lily of the Valley, Orchid, Poinsettia, Queen Anne’s Lace, Rose, Snap dragon, Solidago, Sunflower, Tulip, Violet
“Joy and jealousy, desire and dejection, solitude and sadness, loyalty and love — flowers echo each voice of the human heart.
While the symbolic and legendary meanings of flowers were known to many during Elizabethan times, it was the Victorians who assigned simple messages to individual flowers. Introduced to the Swedish court in 1714 by Charles II, the Victorian mode of flower language soon spread throughout Europe.
During this time of strict protocol and conformity, men and women used the beauty and color of flowers to express emotions, wishes and thoughts they dared not speak, and every corsage, bouquet, and garland represented a carefully chosen sentiment. Presentation was also important; for example, a bouquet with a ribbon tied to the left told about the giver, while a ribbon tied to the right signified the receiver. Upside-down bouquets portrayed the exact opposite of the flowers’ common meanings: to receive an inverted rose was the ultimate form of rejection.
Flower Language became so important that durch die Blume sprechen (speaking through flowers) became a Western proverb, which meant any flowery or poetic expression hiding a secret message of love.”
Floriography, or “the language of flowers,” was a popular Victorian fad in which specific meanings were attributed to different plants and flowers.
Most flowers conveyed positive sentiments: friendship, fidelity, devotion, love. Others were assigned more negative meanings, such as anger, contempt or indifference.
To take advantage of this new passion, publishers churned out an endless stream of books with flower “vocabularies.” The most influential was Le langage des fleurs, which first appeared in 1819 in France. One of the last to appear in English, in 1884, was The Language of Flowers, which contained listings for hundreds of trees, shrubs, herbs and flowers, accompanied by dainty illustrations by the famous artist, Kate Greenaway.
It is unclear whether Victorians actually used the language of flowers to create bouquets expressing their feelings. It is possible that these popular flower vocabularies were mainly a kind of 19th-century “coffee-table book.” But the floral symbolism was popular with writers, poets, artists and jewellers, who used it in their work. The concept was so widespread that even an 1895 book on Canadian wildflowers gives the symbolic meanings of several plants in this “mystic dialect” of flowers.
Here, from The Dominion Educator (a century-old Canadian encyclopedia), is a brief list of flower meanings that the writers considered to be “well established”:
Giants lived among men, women and children in the not so distant past.
If they were “winning” dominance over humanity, wouldn’t there still be giants running around this world in plain site?
Were the giants forced out of their original bodies and had to become body snatchers of the human race (of the temple, the house gifted to man from Creator) to continue their dominance and violation in this realm?
Who took out the giants, and are perhaps now here to finish the job?
Are the giants of Egyptian days and thereafter fighting for their “life”, which requires them to be parasite to Creators children?
Is this why no doctor anywhere in the Pharma field has ever recommended the human body undergo parasite treatment?
Human beings are the only “animal” on earth that they don’t treat for parasitic infestation.
Is it because humans are “hosts” to these nefarious beings in spirit, those principalities of darkness the Bible references Humanity as wrestling?
You think those dark, nasty, violating thoughts instigating vile action in this world belong to you?
Think again.
They’ll get what they deserve.
It has been decreed.
I don’t need to know what that is, but I have a feeling they’re being “transformed”, as are humanity.
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