So fun!
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
But we’ve known each other since we were nine or ten
Together, we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye, my friend, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
Goodbye, papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye, papa, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye, Michelle, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine…
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Rod Mc Kuen / Jacques Romain Brel
Seasons in the Sun lyrics © Edward B Marks Music Company, Les Editions Jacques Brel
Fort Stevenson, ND. ~ Between 1883-1890. ~ Dakota Akicita facing a firing squad instead of giving up his Wapaha (Headdress of feathers) while boarding school children are forced to watch. If we’re going to get things right in this country, we must not be afraid and face the truth of real American history. We owe this to our children and the future of this great nation.
It takes courage to speak the truth.
There is always a somebody or somebody’s who try to squash or hurt a truth teller. It hurts, these attacks, but over time we become stronger and more resilient to the pain of it.
Unlike William sees it, below, I don’t see truth telling as bad intent.
We don’t live by the same rules you play.
Get out of our way.
Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in
You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?
I don’t care what you say
I don’t play the same games you play
‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people
that you call your friends
And it seems to me there’s a means to an end
They don’t care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
Well, I don’t care now what you say
‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself
And I don’t care now what you say
Hey, I’ll do alright by myself
‘Cause I don’t
‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards
I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me
‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more
So get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don’t care anymore
Do you hear, I don’t care anymore
I don’t care no more
You listening? I don’t care no more
No more
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
You know I don’t care no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more, no more
Don’t care no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
No more, no more
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Phillip David Charles Collins
I Don’t Care Anymore lyrics © Philip Collins Ltd
Did you know it has a twin, 200 miles away, also named after St. Michael?
That’s where things get really strange…
This is the “twin”: St. Michael’s Mount in Cornwall, England.
It’s also a tidal island with a chapel, remarkably similar to its French counterpart, and only accessible at low tide.
Here’s a map of the two. You can draw a line between them just over 200 miles long as the crow flies.
But what happens if you keep extending that line?
You get this: a straight line all the way from Ireland to Israel. Along it are 7 medieval monasteries linked to the Archangel Michael.
What are they, and is this just a strange coincidence?
St. Michael is one of the biblical archangels. He’s best known for defeating Satan in the New Testament, and is usually depicted with a sword or spear during this heroic moment.
Each point on the line has a curious link to him…
The westernmost point is an island called Skellig Michael. Medieval monks started worshipping here in the 7th century, and built a church honoring Michael around 950 AD.
Next is St. Michael’s Mount. A monastery was built here in the 8th century, and it was later gifted to the same Benedictine order of Mont Saint-Michel.
But local legend says the link is far older, and Michael was sighted here by fishermen in 495 AD.
Then, Mont-Saint-Michel in Normandy. People call it the 8th Wonder of the World for obvious reasons — it can be hard to believe it’s a real place.
This one has the most curious origin story of all…
In 708 AD, an oratory was built here by a local bishop. He had been visited by Michael in a series of visions and instructed to build a shrine on the island…
Why? Because this was the exact point at which Saint Michael defeated Satan (in the form of a dragon).
This is stated in a 9th century Latin text recording the origins of Mont-Saint-Michel.
Next is Sacra di San Michele, at the peak of Mount Pirchiriano (near Turin).
It’s also on an impressive pinnacle, and its origin story is a vision of St. Michael. In 980 AD, he appeared to a hermit and instructed him to build an abbey here.
Next is even older. The Sanctuary of Monte Sant’Angelo is the oldest shrine dedicated to St. Michael in Europe.
8th century writings say he appeared in 490 AD, and again in 663 — when his spectacular apparition helped the Lombards defeat invaders in battle.
Then, a small Greek island called Symi. Most of its religious buildings are dedicated to Michael, including this one in Panormitis. It dates all the way to 450 AD, and was built around a miraculous icon of Michael…
Last is the Stella Maris Monastery in Israel, on Mount Carmel — close to Nazareth.
It’s also a vantage point, but not dedicated to St. Michael. It’s where the prophet Elijah lived, built over a small grotto of his…
Similar imagery to Michael is associated with Elijah, wielder of a sword.
And the monastery is dedicated to the Virgin Mary — Queen of Angels. Perhaps it’s fitting that the line ends here, at the entrance to the Holy Land…
So, what is this all about? Some say the line represents the stroke of St. Michael’s sword that sent Lucifer to Hell.
But how accurate is the line exactly?
order to capture all of 7 points in an arc connecting the end points, the line has to be about 20km wide.
Sacra di San Michele falls exactly in line with the two extremes.
This is what’s known as a “ley line”. Of course, you can draw them between all sorts of places and eventually find one. There’s even another relating to St. Michael across England:
They’re usually put down to sheer coincidence. But what about this one?
Well, there are many more accounts from the Middle Ages of him appearing miraculously across Europe, and plenty of other sites bearing his name.
But these are the most beautiful and significant of all, arranged curiously in one great swing of a sword.
Were they named intentionally by medieval Christians to form a line? Or did they simply fall into place…
Looking at Mont-Saint-Michel, it’s certainly hard not to conclude it was divinely created…
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Pilgrims have come from afar for 1,000 years.
To cross to it from the shoreline is known as taking the “paths to paradise” — and it’s easy to see why…
Here we are, between worlds. Stagnant are we, waiting to see what direction this river will take.
Will it flow?
Will it get jammed, as in a winter rage?
Will it dry up?
Will it create a new path?
I need not know. I need not know the players. I need not know my role. I need not know who’s right or who’s wrong, or how it ends.
I need not know what I deserve, or the fate of any other.
I release the dream and I step forth into a new reality, whatever that may be.
May the collection of life’s challenges be remembered as I pull from the strength gained thru them, resilient, persistent, determined … determined to live as happy as I am able despite those who would snuff the promise of reward.
I release the dream, while it still lives.
If it’s meant for me it will be.
After all, everything experienced, everything, can be used to shoot the arrow forward, or break the bow.
Choice.
It’s where the Power is.
Command your mind, or it will be commanded for you.
We can see how well it’s working for humanity by observing the collective.
Too many busy growing implanted seeds of chaos.
Pluck them from the mind. Plant seeds of your choice, not what this matrix gives you.
Pull the weeds in your garden of consciousness.
Morning song message
I love our Family!!!
Such a beautiful message Spirit. I’m so grateful you are here!
You know how many times I’ve been told I’d never make it on my own? That I lacked what it took to care for self? Many. And I said piss the f off!! And at times I survived on top ramen and baked potatoes, but I actually really love baked potatoes and top ramen. Public transportation … bicycle transport … sleeping on the floor in a sparsely furnished apartment .. for a time even, houseless, sleeping in my car. f-them. Freedom often doesn’t look extravagant. But it’s priceless and worth fighting for.
They target the mind, filling it with jargon and trash. They need you in agreement with whatever storyline they give you. They need you to agree to your own limitations, your helpless inability to affect positive change. They need you to rely on them to tell you who you are and what you are capable of.
Stop confirming their lies, their made-up storyline about you! Don’t agree, or take on as truth the bullshit word magic spoken over you and your life to make you small or break you, to minimize you.
They take your song, the blessing of God given essence, coded particularly with your own self for personal expression in this world, and they change the notes, the tune, the tempo. And they’ll rewrite it occasionally, rescript you .. f them bishes.
Some folks can’t stand to see you shine.
They’ll demand you utilize this shiny goodness to fulfill their wishes and demands.
Man!! A friggen TREE is friendlier than many family members or “friends”.
Claim your song.
Creator coded it and gifted it special to you.
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