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and the three Lions

Robert S. Kemery -- Robert A. Brewer -- Roland H. Chinatti

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2 Roberts! (The 3rd is Roe-land)

Like Robbie Robertson the "two Roberts" who wrote the song Up On Cripple Creek.

LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

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is`nt it funny that outside of being one of LG`S Lovers,& a person who liked his Drink...aswell as apparently his vodka.Nobody still seems 2have no idea who the man really is?...Well whoever he is...i like is style,has he`s a proper V.I.P.,As CD,Wood put it....privacy should always be kept `Sacred`... IT IS THE WAY OF PEACE...&2PEACE...far from "The maddening Crowd"

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If that is what aL.G.ae intended ... for her intimate relationships to be kept secret ... I hope she gets her way ...

LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

Silly R.A.B.bi. Kicks are for Trids!

no, wait that's not it... it's...

Silly, Rabbit. Trix are for kids!

Sin-cereal-ly,
Stephanie

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and the three Lions

Robert S. Kemery -- R.obert A. Brewer -- Roland H. Chinatti

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Robert -- Old German. "Bright or shining fame."
Roland -- Old. German. "From the famous land."

That makes 2 Roberts and 2 "famous" names!

Stephanie

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An interesting fact is that although she mentions Robert Brewer as an editor in the first few pages of Star Signs, he was not a part of her life at that point and hadn't been for years. The two of them were only together for little more than a year when he left her

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Love Signs was a result of her relationship with Goob wasnt it?, interesting that she spent just over a full solar cycle (year) with him to write about all the 12 signs in "Love Signs"...
In the wakefulness of her sleep she was also in contact with him for the writing of Star Signs.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was to reflect her life in the 40's.
That last meeting didnt she add the numbers of the room to their name numbers?, and then there in that same room on her own during another stay, saw it in a different Light, as later that same room had its number changed in the Franklin Roosevelt which she conveyed had changed the whole vibration giving a different outcome of the earlier events..
Also teaching us that we can therefore 'cancel out' things too...
big book to read so much to digest.
burp!!


not to mention it was about twins that work in unison.

Linda also taught that memories were indeed connected to Pain, and also physical pain,
"Goob arriving on the Atlantis" his name and date of arrival strangely indicated in the signature and date on the Death Certificate of the one called Bill Snyder.
We do live in a strangely marvelous world where numbers and dates live and 'whats in a name' can be truly revealing if we could just see the signs and trust the process.

amazingly enough she knew that Gooberz would indeed be everyone's own private story if only they could admit it or even see the parallels.
The new Symbology prevails.

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" I feel like a drop in the Ocean. Just a ripple. On expanding

Seas. If the shoe fits. I swear it. I will wear it.

By this Shining stilletto. I do decree. I`m half full and my glass is empty

say so long and wave goodbye. I`ve been searching. For new

Ways. To get lost. There`s got to be someplace, Somewhere I`ll

never be found. I can fend for myself. Could pretend to

Myself. I will play the Wild Rover. Though my horse may be

Blind. I`m half full and. My glass is empty. say so long and

Wave goodbye. all the binds that tie are. there for a reason

You won`t fond the prairie. its folly to try.

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By MOLOKO, from their Album,`Thinks To Make And Do`

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Canto 8 page 221

I remained in the bathroom, with its cracked mirror and stained wallpaper
For what must have seemed to him, hours
Hating my uneven, shoulder length, straight hair
And, hoping it would look neater short
I cut and slashed away at it, with a razor blade from his shaving kit

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After her twin soul dies from drowning in a sea of alcohol (pneumonia by the ME), she is overcome with grief and decides she needs to get away. And she decides to goes back to the place where her twin soul had lived and where they had first made love. Which is what "the week" at the hotel in Beaches and Boulevards (Canto Thirteen) is about...

--Monday
Still, I had to go away
Somewhere

To find a quiet private shore
Where I could listen to the oceans roar
And watch the waves roll in
Maybe even try once more
To write my happiness poem
Since I had failed in Colorado and New York

But...much more than the writing
There was this restlessness of spirit I was fighting
Something nameless I was trying to discover
Before it was to late
Something I was desperately trying to reach
...a seaside town called Laguna Beach

--Tuesday
I finally settled on the Dolphin Suite
Because its name, for some obscure reason
Appealed to me
Yes, The Dolphin

[Remebering the time at the shabby hotel she cuts her HARE again...]
On impulse, I had, with a sharp razor blade
Just cut short and feathered my mouse-colored hair
And it was hanging forlorn and limp
.................
Why did I come to this forlorn beach
And allow it to be uncovered in these alien sands?

Alien to me...but not to him
For he had once walked this very shore
Maybe even sunned himself on this very spot
Where I now sat...remembering

--On Wednesday she went to see a movie...but the sound malfunctions.

--Thursday
I was desperately trying to see Forever with my imperishable wish
To penetrate the curtain between my twin soul and myself

Later that day, Linda is so freaked out by meeting an astral twin of her twin soul that she flees from the Dolphin Suite hotel to the city of lost Angels.

--Friday
Linda's spends her first day at the HRH.

She felt peaceful there and it soothed her soul...the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel had in a way become the magical "seed"y hotel room she had shared with her twin soul. Her Twin Soul deserved to be in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, not a shabby hotel. This was the special magic the hotel held for Linda...the special magic she needed to penetrate the curtain...and she knew that she had to write her Happiness Poem in the HRHotel ...besides there was no room in the Madonna Inn.

Ok I'm going to go screw my head back on tight...
Then I'm going to make an appointment with my hair stylist in the salon right next door to this shabby little hotel...her last name rhymes with Cider.

Love&Light,
HRH Stephanie

PS. Peedalis I hope you find a pic of R.A.B. He has dark hair and brown eyes with little green speckles that look like fish swimming, and high Indian cheekbones...

A Sword and Stone Production

Cornflake Girl

Never was a cornflake girl thought it was a good solution hangin with the raisin girls she's gone to the other side givin a us a yo heave ho things are getting of gross and I go at sleepy time this is not really happening you bet your life it is

Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword

She knows what's goin on seems we got a cheaper feel now all the sweeteaze are gone gone to the other side with my encyclopedia they musta paid her a nice price she's puttin on her string bean love this is not really happening you bet your life it is

Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl and the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much thinks he knows so much Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl

Under The Pink--Tori Amos

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Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering Light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that Spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!

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Over half the members of The Eagles are flying an octave higher Scorpio Eagles.
(If I remember right 3 of the boys are Scorpion Eagles, 1 Virgo, and 1 Cancer)

Also if I'm remember correctly many of the members of the German band The Scorpions are also Scorpios (i think many with Scorpio or Taurus Moons 2)

Linda Goodman wrote Love Signs at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel between 1970 and 1978. The Eagles Hotel California was released in December of 1976.
You just have to put the Pieces together.

As The Eagles sing in Already Gone...

The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why
But I guess you felt like you had to set things right
Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky
You can see the stars and still not see the Light (that's right) ...

So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key


Much Love & LIght,
Stephanie

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[Remebering the time at the shabby hotel she cuts her HARE again...]
On impulse, I had, with a sharp razor blade
Just cut short and feathered my mouse-colored hair
And it was hanging forlorn and limp

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omg she was wearing a Hair Piece when she met Goober...
"soon the old mop will rival the silver fox that runs from the hair"..

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On Wednesday she went to see a movie...but the sound malfunctions.

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COME BACK TO ME. and the dog appearing to talk.
when I read Gooberz, Laguna Beach was familiar to me by name because of a Daffy Duck cartoon, that was before hearing the Beach Boys music.
ok next time I'll have de Tails from the book(s) if anything seems truly remarkable, better stick with my Totem animal of the last 3 months.
HRH you're a Bloomin Miracle.

P.S
here is that site link to the Taj Mahal
Teardrop on the cheek of Time

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I know the time lines of Gooberz and Star Signs are wacky, but she explains that in Star Signs. They had to be published out of the order in which they were written. An interesting fact is that although she mentions Robert Brewer as an editor in the first few pages of Star Signs, he was not a part of her life at that point and hadn't been for years. The two of them were only together for little more than a year when he left her.

And how about the way she used numerology sometimes. There's a whole verse where she is analyzing she and RBs last meeting and she goes through a fascinating analysis of the numbers involved. She chooses to use their name number values instead of birth values, which I realize any of us has creative and 'intuitive' license to do, BUT... she doesn't explain WHY she chose the numbers she used, when analyzing with a combo of birth numbers and name numbers would have yielded more comforting answers for her.

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Their last meeting in that room, being what you referred to, lead me to explain that she added the Room Number to their names...sorry maybe reading Gooberz again, the part where she explains their last meeting would have given me a better understanding of your question, and I would have known if my reply was the correct one.oh and you understood about the astral connections.These sort of Questions Im sure RAB would want to steer clear of without saying Linda was as nutty as a fruit cake to suggest such things.Anyway most of us probably understand and have had these experiences and know this to be true to some degree.
anyway on that note and I did say last night no more from me, infact I was going to give it a rest when you arrived. Excitement gets the better of us all, and I wish you luck in your genuine curiosity of wanting to see a picture of the man whom Linda called Goob.See you soon.
Love to you Peedalis

Maria thankyou for posting that, sounds like hes trying to be cruel to be kind but not in the right measure.

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Thank you for revisiting the time she spent at the hotel and the week before she met RB.

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I think you misunderstood ...I don't think I spoke of the week before LG met RAB...Linda CLEARLY states that they had already known each other for 7 months and 7 days...

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...in the beginning, Love created "Us", needing -- but we waited
and on the seventh day, a Sunday -- of the seventh month after we met
we faced, for the first time, the seductive serpent of our original sin

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I'll be back later...I was up late last night sprinkling magical green Leperchaun glitter through the hotel hallway and the pedestrian street outside. Successfully dodged cameras and security...I bet it will take maid service at least 4 months to be rid of all that the green glitter! Happy St. Pat-TRIX Day!

Gotta go!

LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

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Over half the members of The Eagles are flying an octave higher Scorpio Eagles.
(If I remember right 3 of the boys are Scorpion Eagles, 1 Virgo, and 1 Cancer)

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But do you know WHY the Eagles named themselves the Eagles? At least one of them, but I think maybe more of them, came to my university. My university has a renowned music program, though it's especially renowned for its jazz music. They picked the name the Eagles, because supposedly they met here (at least some of them did) and our school mascot is the Eagle.

What's even more bizarre to me is the fact that before I came to this school, I didn't know any Scorpios at all. When I got here freshman year, my first roommate, both suitemates, and the girl who lived next door to me were ALL Scorpios. And now, senior year, the majority of my close friends are Scorpios (though not the same ones I met freshman year). It's really weird. It just always struck me as funny because our mascot IS the Eagle. For a while I started calling my university the "Scorpio School." lol.

I just thought you guys might like to know that little tidbit of information...

Interesting conversation you have going here about Gooberz and Linda. I'd be kind of curious to see a picture of the Robert guy too, but I don't know... Seems like prying to me, and besides, I think I like the mystery surrounding it all. It's still meant to be a story, not really the entire truth, which is probably why she ended Gooberz differently than the way things actually ended. However, it is fun to analyze.

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Hello,
Thought you would like this link on dolphin messages:
http://www.solarraven.com/dolphin.html

-By PiscesDreamer-

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XCELlent Sherlocking PD!


" I though this a most unusual wish
to be part of aclass room of fish
and decided youmust be joking with me

but you said,quite seriously


I`m not joking at all
fish are wiser than most people surmise

is that what your secret assignment is ?
are you going totry to teach dolphins to talk ?


You looked straight into my eyes
When you replied


if I ever became friends with a dolphin

I would never presume to try to teach such a creature

more evolved than most humans could ever be

on the contrary, I would try to learn

all the levels of insight and depths of wisdom

a dolphin might be kind enough

to share with me
train dolphins for secret missions ?

I`d prefer to train them how to remain free

that is...if I were ever to meet one

and the two of us

should happen to share a cup of tea

then you smiled and changed the subject...

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And We Were One

Yes, it’s time to remember
it has started to rain..

never mind the pain, never mind it
I remember……….

for the first time since my own Brownie pack, I was properly identified
by himâ€"the one always trying to reach a star
or ring a faraway bell
the one so like the Bill from Carousel
he knew exactly who I wasâ€"from the moment we first met
and I knew him too
as the Bible tells
we knew each other…�and Abraham knew his wife Sarah
…and she conceived…�

he wanted to be a composer ..a writer or a doctor ..maybe an artist
to heal, he said ..people’s bodies, minds and souls
it didn’t matter which, just one of the three
and the healing of the other two
would surely follow, he believed

…oh, darling
you healed me
you healed me !

he never quite made itâ€"he tried, but somehow
something always interfered
he startedâ€"then stoppedâ€"in medical school
at two different universities
as for composing, the closest he ever came to that dream
was listening to symphonies for hoursâ€"an to operas
Tschaikovsky, Madame Butterfly, Der Rosenkavalier
..and others
but he did finally become a writer
at least, I thought so..
his letters to me were poems
needing only to be placed in stanza form
and scanned
yes, to me ..his letters were poems

in one of them, he wrote

“I send you a message from Eistein
about the relativity of Us
darling, I love you more at this moment
then I loved you tomorrow
and more than I will love you yesterday�

then, in the Postscript
he asked, anxiously..

“does this letter confuse you ?
do you understand ? I was trying
to explain in which wayâ€"and direction
Time moves for Usâ€"in an Eternal Now
Like the Serpent Circle of Eternity
The snake, eating its own tail
But since we’ve been apart
Time is crawling like a snail…
Oh, I miss you ! and I love you so�

And I wrote back
“I know, darling, I know�

he seemed to say it better each time, the Forever thing
in every letter from Stuttgart, Germany, written as an Army Sergeant

..there were no trenches
no notes scribbled under enemy fire
no wading through rice paddies in Korea or Viet Nam
thank God for that
he had no stomach for war and killing

during a weekend in Switzerland, in another letter, he wrote..

“I am like a bird, swelling and expanding
into the Universe
skiing down these snowy mountains
is such a magical challenge and thrill !
I’ll bring you here somedayâ€"and together
like druids, you’ll see
we’ll make these mountains fly !�

yes, he loved Tschaikovsky, Puccini ..Nature ..the woods
and especiallyâ€"later, in California, the ocean
walking for hours along its shore
he knew exactly how to make a dandelion ring
..most people don’t, you know
and once, he did a very enchanted thing
at the movies, watching Carousel
he went to the lobby
and brought back a box of chocolate covered Goober’s Peanuts

then whispered in my ear
“here’s something for you to munch
these are mystical peanuts
manufactured in another galaxy
and when you eat them, you become
extremely small
very teeny-tiny
you grow smaller ..and smaller
till you’re no larger than a mouse
with a faint, inaudible squeak ..so
be careful !�

I laughed, gobbled them downâ€"and
all the rest of that night
he pretended he couldn’t see me, or hear me
with a perfectly straight face ..oh, he was magic !

we rode Life’s Carousel, side by side, and hand-in-hand
..familiar hand
our painted horses grinning, dipping up and down
in crazy rhythm, seldom synchronized
first, his horse rode high…and I looked up to him
then his horse dipped gracefully lower
as I rose higher, looked down on him
and blew him a kiss

rising and falling, to the rhythm of the Calliope
the music now pouring out smooth melodies, now screeching
sometimes tinkling brassy notes, but never stopping
around and around ..and round and round
they matched perfectly, the two fine horses we rode

so did the our secrets match

all the other Carousel horses seemed, to us, grotesque or comical
wild, unfamiliar stallions and fillies, with oddly measured gait

Yes, my twin soul and I

walked together, along the painful path of evolving and learning
and shared the burning lessons of growing
but also shared the ecstasy of each deeply knowing ..the other

we quarreled bitterly, sometimes violently
as we cut and lash each other with cruel whips of words
occasionally dropping the reins
and nearly falling off the Carousel
or pushed by one another, during some unbearable hurt

we raged…

but we lovedâ€"and so we forgave

forgave..even her..the cool, sure one
so different from me, so unpossessing..so permissive
with small, daintily dimpled hands
and soft feminine voice..unlike my own

so unafraid, she was

she was so sure…she was so un-teared

yet, after a while, I forgave him..even her
and he forgave in me, too, so much
different kinds of things, but still..so much

I have forgiven tooâ€"though not forgotten
another minor, hurting-thing
but, if minorâ€"then why do I still remember ?

yes, if minor..why can’t I forget ?

it was in the beginning
…in the beginning, Love created “Usâ€�, needingâ€"but we waited
and on the seventh day, a Sundayâ€"of the seventh month after we met
we faced, for the first time, the seductive serpent of our original sin

we were not wed

and the lumpy bed in that shabby hotel room, was sagging
the spread was thin
old and torn
the carpet faded, cheap and worn ..a musty odor
lingered in the bedclothes, and in the mended drapes at the window
permeating the close, dank airâ€"oh! why did we go there ?

it was so ugly ugly ugly...but I was drawn
like a helpless wooden puppet, manipulated by his eyes
my arms and legs dangling awkwardly, awaiting instructions
or a pull on the strings from the puppeteer ..to make it clear
what was expected of me
it was a hasty, ill considered decision of passion ..therefore
I had not gown to wear
And not sufficient brazen courage ..or trust ?

For love’s honest, naked offering

So I slipped over my head his wrinkled shirt
The one he’d been wearing all day, in the hot Sun
Measuring with precision instruments, the roads outside St. Mary’s

..tiny town of three or four hundred souls

he had become and engineer, and secretly despised it
the Highways of the State employed him ..as the Pharaohs employed
the slaves
to lift and measure stones, to build their silent tombs

dusty roads ..are so unlike sterile medical laboratories
nor do ditches much resemble a vaulted concert auditorium
or the polished hallways of an art exhibit

but he did save up enough cash
to buy a typewriter
one-two-three dreams, your out !

and who is the umpireâ€"Fate ?

the shirt..

was miles too large, over my trembling nakedness
and khaki colored, like an army regulation
I slipped it on nervously ..then, for no reason at all
except pure, raw tension

I remained in the bathroom, with its cracked mirror and stained wallpaper
For what must have seemed to him, hours
Hating my uneven, shoulder length, straight hair
And, hoping it would look neater short
I cut and slashed away at it, with a razor blade from his shaving kit

Stalling for time-time-time

My hands shook so, I nicked my ear lobe
So I drew dark-winged arches on my brows
Smeared blue shadow on my lids
Bruised my lips with fuchsia-scarlet gloss ..and on my cheeks
The corpse-colored pink foundation
Called Sun-Kissed by some insane, blind Madison Avenue copywriter

….as compensation for shredded wheat hair
and bleeding ear, and shaking hands….

the stern, army regulation of the mud-colored, long tailed shirt
revealing one bruised knee, no thigh….firmly buttoned up high
to forbid my swelling breasts from shaming themselves
with any suggestion of surrender

ugly, coarse nightgown

oh ! but it smelled of himâ€"Sun-soaked and musty
sweet, like a nest for birds
made of straw, caked clay…and dampness
I could feel baby robins fluttering their wings
somewhere deep within me
they were hungry

I walked into the bedroom slowly, unsure…uncertain
Knowing-knowing-knowing
I was a peeled onion, with a stinging, smarting ear lobe
My blue shadowed eyes swollen, under the black raven arches of brows
Eyes bleared with criss-cross red lines, from weeping in frustration

I hesitated

Then walked towards the bed…to my Comforter

And he laughed

He laughed, and said

“hey ! take off the Dracula mask
and that Bride of Frankenstein wig
you’ll never catch a husband that way�

oh ! what a dumb thing to say
what a dumb, dumb thing to say
and I though he was a poet….

my heart broke, and I wept ..humiliated
then he told me he was sorry

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry�

over and over again, against my sore ear
and murmured hoarsely, swallowing hard

“it is I who is the Monster, not you
I am the Frankenstein ..Dracula Monster
for teasing you
you are ..oh, you are, you are
a beautiful woman
and you have lovely hair
it smells like raindrops ..and it feels like..
gauzy butterfly feathers�

then we both fell down on the lumpy mattress
and rolled and tumbled, doubled up with fits of uncontrollable laughter
laughing so hard, the tears ran down his cheeks and mine
until my fuschia-purple lipstick, pink pancake and blue eyeshadow
streaked into crazy rainbows
on both our faces, turning us into clowns
turning our hearts suddenly sunny..banishing my tears
as we laughed and laughed…oh, it was so funny !

trying to imagine
a butterfly with feathers…

suddenly
we stopped laughing

suddenly, we stopped

it was so still between us
I could hear his thumping heart

as he stared deeply into my rainbow-hued eyes, all stained
for a long, long moment ..his lips so near
I could feel and smell his breath
hot and musty, like jungle grass

then he reached out…slowly…and stroked my cheek
with his fingers, then cupped his hands around my face
so gently ..so very, very gently

and I felt an unaccustomed, throbbing ache
that hurt in the back of my ears
in the spot where you first feel mumps
an incredible mump-lump of inexpressible longing
no words can describe

as we kissed deeply deeply deeply
clinging, clinging…both moaning softly, low
then melted together like cocoa butter…and loved
again and again and again
until we feel asleep, damp and exhausted, in each other’s arms

it was..the first time ever

for both of us

the next morning, I awoke..reached out to him
but touched only an empty pillow
he was gone

not there
..just gone

fingers of fear clutched tightly, then, into a hard-knuckled fist
and trust a sharp cramp into my belly, like a curse of shame
causing crimson streams to flow across the love rumpled bed
as I lay there, a pale clown, sans greasepaint
staring at an empty tent ..a ludicrous clown, with no audience
to applaud my antics
no one to cheerâ€"the audience had walked out
indicating distaste, disapproval of the clumsy, inexperienced grossness
of my unfunny, un-touching tumbling act

I had lost my seat on the Carousel for fumbling the reins
and was slipping off my painted horse, never to catch the brass ring now

oh, who cares ? I was weary of spinning anyhow
nearly falling ..and thinking of a painless way
to end the ride

but falling off the carousel is an art

ask those who try..

I started to cry, swallowing the ache in my throat
as I realized he hadn’t even left a note
not even a thank-you note
to thank me

how did the other girls successfully perform this tumbling act ?
how did the other girls tumble, and never fumble
holding the audience breathless and spellbound ?
I had no practice ..no rehearsal ..and I had thought
there would be a net to catch me, if I fell
a safety net to catch me.. his arms

his arms were my safety


the the door
opened suddenly

as he exploded into the room !
fell on the bed beside me, in one great leap
and scooped me up into his arms
smelling of fresh air and March winds, rain-washed

..kissed the tip of my nose
handed me a toothbrush, in a blue case
and a spray of pink-and-white apple blossoms
from the tree in front of the drug store, on the corner

oh, that lovely, lovely tree ! *

* * then said, his eyes tear-misted
* “darling, will you marry me ?�
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magic magic magic magic magic !
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*
I tried an experimental tumble through a hoop
and laughter and applause roared all through the tent
as we swung out higher and higher, soaring on a silver trapeze

then floated
floated
floated

down into the safety of each other’s arms
..like gauzy butterfly feathers

If I loved you

.. if I loved you

I loved you

I love you ..

“oh ! I love you!� he said “I do, I do!�

like the Carousel Bill

“but you should have left a note�
I whispered, trembling still
The fist of fear relaxing slowly

“you should have left a note
to tell me where you went ..because
I almost fell off the Carousel
I really, nearly did

..I really, nearly did�

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LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

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BOB-ber

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SOUL MATES:

-->A soul mate relationship is a strong bond between two people that has existed over many incarnations, where each partner helps the other to learn the lessons that he or she needs to learn in this incarnation.
A soul mate relationship…
--is not restricted to heterosexual relationships
--is not necessarily a love relationship either
--does not necessarily last for a whole lifetime

-->Many people feel there is only one potential soul mate for them in the whole world. Fortunately, this is not the case. It would be terrible if you lived in Iowa, but your one and only soul mate lived in Finland. It is likely that you will find a soul mate in the town or city that you already live in.
Ancient myths can teach us valuable truths that we would not understand in any other way. Throughout the East, where reincarnation is considered a basic fact of life, there are ancient writings telling us the soul originally consisted of both male and female principles. The divine energy is spread throughout the universe by a process of division. Groups of cells gather in different places, all waiting to be transformed into souls. The smaller the group the closer the association that these cells have with each other. Later on, in human form, these souls instantly recognize each other again whenever they happen to meet. The other cells in that group you belonged to are all your soul mates. There is an immediate attraction and recognition at a soul level whenever two soul mates meet.

-->…soul mates love at a deep soul level that far transcends the love between two individuals who are not soul mates…

-->This even applies in nonromantic soul mate relationships. Soul mates are brought together to work on a specific task. A love relationship is what comes to most people’s minds when they think of soul mates, but the variety of possible tasks is limitless. It might be to pay off a karmic debt or to work on a challenging project that both people consider worthwhile. The relationship may only last for the length of time necessary to complete the task, but the strong love bond will be apparent to others, even if it is not recognized by the people concerned.


-->If we accept the definition of soul mates as being a strong bond between two people that has existed through amny incarnations, we also need to accept the idea of reincarnation. Reincarnation is the doctorine that says we evolve spiritually by living as many lifetimes as is necessary to achieve perfection. In other words, although our physical body and personality die, our soul is immortal.

-->If we have already experienced countless previous lives, why can we not remember them?
Imagine the complications that would be created if we were trying to live one life, while full of memories of another. Even in our current lives we usually have no memory of learning essential skills, such as walking or talking. It appears also that oxytocin, a hormone produced by the mother’s posterior pituitary gland, bathes the unborn child in the latter stages of pregnancy. Oxytocin causes memory loss in laboratory animals, and might explain why we can not remember our past lives.
Consequently it is unusual for soul mates to recall any of the intimate details of their previous lifetimes together. This is not surprising, as their current personalities have no conscious memories of their past lives. It is the soul that remembers. However, their hearts open wide when they first meet in this lifetime and an immediate attraction is felt. Each incarnation strengthens and deepens the relationship, until finally they reach a perfect state of love.

-->Of course, in this lifetime, we are not just paying off karmic debts. Through the experiences of our lives, and our reactions to them, we also pick up karmic debts that will have to be paid back later, either in this lifetime or in a future life. We will also gain karmic credit for our good deeds.
It is not what happens to us that is important, it is how we react to them. If we respond to a negative situation in a positive way, we are effectively creating good karma, rather than bad. It means we have learned our lesson and can move on. Conversely, if we react to the situation in a negative way, by becoming angry, stressed out, bitter, jealous, and full of desires for revenge it shows that we have not learned the lesson. As a result, at some stage, we will be presented with a similar situation again. This will continue to happen until we finally learn the lesson.
I have found many people who have experienced virtually identical situations in several previous lifetimes. Obviously, the lesson was being repeated over and over again until, finally, the soul learned it and was able to move on.

[Aside to reader: Also makes a good holding pattern Evaluate your Karma regularly and implement it wisely...did anyone catch Drew Barrymore talking about Karma on Jay Leno the other night? ]


Twin Souls:

As well as your soul mates, there is one twin soul searching for you. This twin soul is your other half, dating from when we were all whole. It is most unlikely that you will meet your twin soul in this incarnation. It appears that your twin soul comes into your life when you are both experiencing your final life on this earth plane. A twin soul relationship is an unbelievable perfect relationship on every level.

You and your twin soul will connect with each other on the physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, and soul levels. Most people connect with their partners on one level, and some have no connection at any level. Good relationships are forged if the partners meet on two levels. Imagine what it must be like to be connected with your partner on all five levels.

To be totally in tune with someone at every level is a joy that all of us will experience on day, even though that day might be many incarnations away. In the meantime, though, we can enjoy a rewarding, joyous, fulfilling relationship with one of our soul mates.

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The River of Forgetfulness:

In Classical Greek, Lethe literally means "forgetfulness" or "concealment". The Greek word for "truth" is a-lethe-ia, meaning "un-forgetfulness" or "un-concealment".

In Greek mythology, Lethe is one of the several rivers of Hades (the god of the underworld in ancient mythology; brother of Zeus and husband of Persephone). Drinking from the river Lethe ("forgetfulness" or "oblivion") caused complete forgetfulness. Some ancient Greeks believed that souls were made to drink from the river before being reincarnated, so they would not remember their past lives.

Some private mystery religions taught the existence of another river, the Mnemosyne (the Titaness who was goddess of memory; mother of the Muses); those who drank from the Mnemosyne would remember everything and attain omniscience. Initiates were taught that they would receive a choice of rivers to drink from after death, and to drink from Mnemosyne instead of Lethe. These two rivers are attested in several verse inscriptions on gold plates dating to the 4th century BC and onward, found at Thurii in Southern Italy and elsewhere throughout the Greek world.

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LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

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SONG FOR BOB DYLAN by David Bowie

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah, Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone

Ah, Here she comes...[etc.]

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while
down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Ah, Here she comes....[etc.]

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SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE -- by BOB Dylan

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my Twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in Spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.


Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music

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BOB DYLAN born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, MN.

LOve&LIght,
Stephanie

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LOVE SIGNS
SCORPIO Woman - SCORPIO Man Section
(pg. 720 softcover)


the odd-shaped things I save
that smell, and feel of us...

a crumpled book of matches from the pizza place
some wilted flowers
picked outside the door

you couldn't enter

a bleached and crooked twig
washed ashore at that spot on the sand
where you first said you were lonely

and suprised me into tears

a hotel room key
stuffed inside an airline ticket envelope

......I guess you saved the bird verse
and the memory of my last smile...

they take so little room in your scrapbook*



*Venus Trines at Midnight, by Linda Goodman

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And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
--Bob D.


LOve,
Stephanie

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And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
--Bob D.

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Cool Gemini Bob Dylan

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